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Chapter 2- Changes
Buffy didn't feel quite right. Since defeating the master things had been different. She
couldn't quite pin-point what it was but she was smaller for one.
She knew it wasn't her being paranoid. She knew she was smaller as her clothes didn't fit right
and she didn't remember Angel or Xander being that tall before.
She wouldn't mind if she'd got thinner, but she'd got shorter and she looked younger.
Her smallness had got to such a stage that they didn't let her into the Bronze any more. Sure she
was a minor, but 'hello' she'd been a minor when she'd gone in before.
It was getting to be so bad that she had been asked out by various guys one year younger than her.
So, they were cute but they were a whole year younger.
Even Giles had notices that she wasn't as 'big' as she was before and to top it off her mum was
acting really strangely.
"What do you think it is Giles. Is it some kind of weird slayer thing?" Buffy asked Giles. She
really wanted to get to the bottom of this before she became the size of a smurf.
"I, umm. I'm not sure. I haven't come across it in my reading. But they may have been something
I missed" he replied "I'll look into it" he continued while picking up one of the books from the
shelf.
"Oh, oh." started Willow excitedly "Do you want me to look on the net. There's some pretty nifty
stuff out there." gushed Willow. She loved to help out and this was one of the few ways that she
could do it.
"No Willow I don't think that will be necessary" replied Giles smiling some what insincerely.
Giles didn't like Willow using the computer, he had heard of some of the things you could find on
the 'net' and he wasn't sure he wanted her to find them.
Willow's face dropped and Buffy walked over to her friend squeezing her arm in reassuarance. She
was only trying to help and Giles was just being stuffy not letting her help.
"But Giles we need to get all the help we can get!" exclaimed Buffy. She just couldn't take this
anymore. They had to find something out soon as to why this was happening to her and the more
people there were helping, the sooner something would be found out.
"I know this must be hard for you Buffy, but there has to be an explanation for this and as long
as it isn't affecting your work than there is no immediate rush and Willow doesn't need to help."
he looked pointedly at Willow as he said the final part.
Buffy puller her skirt up. It was annoying, as everything was too big for her now and what was that
about her slaying activities not being affected. THe fact that her clothes were way too big for her now
definately made slaying harder as she had to focus on her clothes as well as the attacking hoards of beasties.
She had thought that the whole vampire population would have calmed down after the death of the
master, but she was wrong and now there were more vampires around Sunnydale.
Buffy was about to say something to Giles but it was then they noticed someone standing at Giles
desk. It was a boy to be exact. Giles couldn't believe how bad the situation was, here was this boy
that had asked her out earlier and he was looking at her nervously. This was all getting to be too
much and she couldn't take much more of this. She was getting angrier by the second.
Buffy gripped the railing in the library tightly trying hard to control her emotions, but the rage
and confusion all coarsed through her.
She didn't notice the book cases around her start to shake until a few books fell down onto the
floor.
The boy that had been talking to Giles quickly walked out of the library casting one last look at
Buffy as he muttered something about 'California' and 'earthquakes'.
Giles and Willow both turned to look at Buffy.
"Buffy?" asked Willow nervously giving her friend a worried glance.
"What!" snapped Buffy in reply.
It was then that Xander burst into the library.
"So..WOW! What happened here" he asked look at the books on the floor around them.
Buffy looked at Giles,
"Find out what's wrong with me" and she stalked out of the room.
Xander watched her retreating form and he turned to Willow and Giles who both seemed lost in
thought.
"I missed something didn't I?" he stated already knowing the answer. Why was he always the one to
do these things. He had never seen Buffy that upset since before the master.
Giles frowned unsure of what to look up. This was certainly not normal and that was saying a lot
for his standards of 'normal'.
"Oh, uh. Don't you two have lessons to go to" he said absent mindedly dismissing them from the
library.
Willow decided not to argue and started to walk out of the library with Xander following her. She
was deeply concerned for her friend. She had never seen anything like that, unless her floating
pencils could be compared to that. In a way she was jealous that Buffy got all of the attention,
but she shrugged off her thoughts and set her mind to her current task and that was finding Buffy.
But her thoughts were interrupted by the screams coming from the hall outside.
********************
Buffy didn't understand it. She knew that it had been her that made the bookcases tremble, but she
couldn't do that. IT just wasn't part of the slayer package. Sure she could stop a knife centimetres
from her face and face a whole pack of vampires, but this was definately Willow territory.
But it had been her and she her whole body tingled as if it were on fire. It wasn't the rage or the
confusion that she was feeling, but it was something else. In a way it felt like it had always
been inside her, hidden. She tried to calm herself down, it was nothing. But what if it was?
What if it was some kind of reaction to the master and that whole episode. Her whole body shuddered
as she was reminded of that awful night. It still haunted her.
Whatever it was, she had to find out before she carried on shrinking.
It was when she reached her locker that she saw Cordelia and her groupies and Buffy knew this meant
trouble. Her mind was tired and she knew she couldn't think of any good retort. She just hoped
she could control herself.
"You know Buffy, baggy clothes really aren't in this season" said Cordelia looking down at Buffy's
clothes.
Buffy knew she looked terrible, but there was nothing she could do about it. She didn't want to
buy new clothes incase she returned to the size she was now, and with her mother acting all strange
it really wasn't the time to ask for new clothes. Stupid Cordelia with her perfect hair and perfect
clothes.
But Buffy didn't have to worry about coming up with a good comment for Cordelia started screaming
and she ran away from her.
Cordelia had no clothes on save for her underwear. Cordelia's friends were horrified, some of the
boys were smiling at her retreating back, but Buffy wanted to run.
She hadn't meant to. It had just happened. It wasn't her fault.
By the time Xander and Willow had reached Buffy's locker she was gone.
*************
BUffy sat alone in the park. It was strange how nice the park looked in the daylight, it didn't hold
the same menace as it did during the night. It was probably because there were no vampires out looking
for their evening meal.
Even though running hadn't been the wisest thing to do as explaining her disappearance would cause
her more trouble than it was worth, she enjoyed being alone. In the warm sunlight things didn't
seem too bad. She wasn't a vampire, that was a plus and she wasn't dead, that was definately a plus.
So she'd shrunk a little, she could cope with that.
But that wasn't the problem. It was what happened when she got too emotional. Nothing like that had
ever happened to her before and she didn't quite know what to expect.
What if she was going crazy and this was all just some wacky nightmare.
The swings started to move erratically.
Just calm down Buffy. Breathe. There's nothing wrong. There will be a perfectly normal explanation.
What if some of the master's powers had been transferred to her after he had bitten her? Normal, yeah
right. Absolutley nothing in her life was normal, and this was now on the top of her un-normal list.
It was getting later now and the sun was starting to set. It was strange that now the park had
become almost deserted. It was almost as if all the people knew that being there after dark was
dangerous. But tonight she didn't want to be here when it was dark. She wanted to be at home,
safe and away from everything weird that was her life. Just a girls night in with her mom.
But as soon as she walked in through the door she knew it wasn't going to be a nice night and wished
that she had stayed out defending the meek and helpless people of Sunnydale.
Her mom was waiting for her. 'Great' thought Buffy. She knew about her bunking school that
afternoon. But it wasn't that and she really wished that it had been that. It would have been
better than what she found out.
**********
Joyce wasn't sure how to tell Buffy. She herself wasn't sure how she knew, but it had all started
the night Buffy went out with he white dress. She couldn't explain what she was feeling, but
deep within herself she knew it was true.
"Buffy we need to talk" Buffy's face went down. Now, what had she got herself into today. But that
could wait. She had to tell her, she deserved to know.
Buffy leaned against the kitchen side waiting for the explosion to happen. Joyce was playing with
the mug in her hand, and the explosion never happened.
"I don't know how I can tell you this but.." she paused, unsure of what to say, he words sounding
strange in her own head.
Buffy straightened. This wasn't the usual yell at Buffy and get it over with. This was different.
This was something that she knew she didn't want to know.
Joyce started again, "I know this is going to sound really crazy" she said laughing slightly. Her
laugh was nervous and it echoed in the silence.
"But for a while now, I've felt that things haven't been right. I know you've been doing OK
at school, but it's not that. It's something else." She was staring down at her mug, not
wanting to look up at Buffy.
"I.. I'm not your mother" she finally blurted out. She didn't look up. SHe didn't want to. She
didn't want to see Buffy's look of shock and disgust.
"What do you mean you're not my mother?" asked Buffy her voice trembling slightly and her lip
curled slightly as she felt the tears come to her eyes.
"It's what I said, I'm not your mother" replied Joyce more firmly this time.
Buffy, didn't understand what was going on. Why hadn't she been told. But she hadn't needed to be
told, she had felt it. She had felt it since she had started to change. The feelings that had once
been there, were gone only to be left with memories.
As realization dawned on her she had to ask her a question "Was I adopted?"
Joyce looked up startled by the question and Buffy's distant tone. She hadn't been expecting that
question, and it wasn't a question that she could answer.
"As, I said before, I know this sounds crazy. But I didn't have you and I didn't adopt you.
All I have are memories, but none of the memories ever show where you came from, all of a sudden
you were just there"
It would have sounded crazy, but Buffy felt the same thing. She wouldn't have remembered her birth
but she didn't feel anything at all towards the woman standing in front of her. She felt concern
and compassion, but none of the love that had a few days ago been so real to her.
"Where did I come from?" asked Buffy more firmly.
Joyce reached out to touch Buffy, but she moved away, feeling deceived somehow. Joyce retracted
her hand and clasped her hands together in front of her.
"I don't know. It's as I said. You were all of a sudden there! I thought I was going mad" she
said laughing again. "But I looked in all of my papers. I can't find a birth certificate or any
kind of papers for you. I called around. I even called your father, but there are no papers."
Buffy didn't know how to react. Her whole life had been a lie and nobody had realised until recently.
Joyce gripped the mug in her hands more tightly not sure how the young girl in front of her would
react.
It all felt like some kind of sick joke, but it was real and there was nothing she could do about it.
She put the mug down on the side and trying to find something to do, but it wasn't helping.
Nothing was helping. There was an awkwardness between them that seemed strangely natural.
Tears were falling down Buffy's face and Joyce didn't know what to do. At one time she would have
comforted her, but it would have been so false if she did it now.
Buffy wiped away the tears angrily, she was annoyed at this whole situation. She wasn't upset,
it wasn't that. She felt nothing whatsover towards the woman that she had at one point called mom.
Everything was just wrong. These things didn't just happen. There was a reason, and in her head
Buffy was sure there was an answer, but it just didn't come.
The silence was uneverving and Buffy stalked out of the kitchen into the dining room.
Joyce followed her, unsure of how she should behave,
"Buffy..."
"What am I supposed to do? Can you tell me that?" shouted Buffy, her fear and anguish finally
coming out. But some things were finally making sense in her mind. She had never told Joyce about
being the slayer, but it had been fine telling Willow, Xander and Jesse.
"Buffy, in my mind you're still my daughter, but..."
"Not in your heart" finished off Buffy. There was no anger directed towards Joyce, but towards
the whole situation.
"You can stay here. This is still your home" continued Joyce. Her words were sincere as Buffy knew
them to be so. But it wasn't right. She had to know. Where did she come from.
"But who am I? Where did I come from?" replied Buffy, "You don't get it do you. There have been
some pretty big and weird things going on in my life and if I just knew that it might explain it"
continued Buffy.
It was strange, but now that she knew she wasn't her daughter, she didn't have to keep on
pretending. She could be who she really was.
"I don't want to stay here and you sure don't want me here" started Buffy.
"Buffy that's not true" interupted Joyce a frown forming on her face at the way that Buffy was
behaving.
"Then why did you tell me 'mom'" the last word was spat out, "There's a reason you told me,
and you know it just as I do. It doesn't feel right anymore. The lie isn't working anymore
and all I want to know is the truth and I'm sorry, but I'm not going to find it here."
Buffy stopped as she felt her breath being taken away by gasping sobs.
"So where are you going to go?" asked Joyce. She was concerned but at the same time she was relieved.
It hadn't been what she was expecting, but it had been what she had wanted.
"I don't know" replied Buffy firmly, "But I need time and when I know I'll let you know. You
deserve that much" finished Buffy realizing how much she owed this woman.
Buffy left the house then. The door was left open swinging from side to side in the breeze, and
Joyce remembered rocking Buffy to sleep in her arms. The lies they were all out in the open and
the baby that had once been so real was gone forever from her life.
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to carry on writing.
Chapter 2- Changes
Buffy didn't feel quite right. Since defeating the master things had been different. She
couldn't quite pin-point what it was but she was smaller for one.
She knew it wasn't her being paranoid. She knew she was smaller as her clothes didn't fit right
and she didn't remember Angel or Xander being that tall before.
She wouldn't mind if she'd got thinner, but she'd got shorter and she looked younger.
Her smallness had got to such a stage that they didn't let her into the Bronze any more. Sure she
was a minor, but 'hello' she'd been a minor when she'd gone in before.
It was getting to be so bad that she had been asked out by various guys one year younger than her.
So, they were cute but they were a whole year younger.
Even Giles had notices that she wasn't as 'big' as she was before and to top it off her mum was
acting really strangely.
"What do you think it is Giles. Is it some kind of weird slayer thing?" Buffy asked Giles. She
really wanted to get to the bottom of this before she became the size of a smurf.
"I, umm. I'm not sure. I haven't come across it in my reading. But they may have been something
I missed" he replied "I'll look into it" he continued while picking up one of the books from the
shelf.
"Oh, oh." started Willow excitedly "Do you want me to look on the net. There's some pretty nifty
stuff out there." gushed Willow. She loved to help out and this was one of the few ways that she
could do it.
"No Willow I don't think that will be necessary" replied Giles smiling some what insincerely.
Giles didn't like Willow using the computer, he had heard of some of the things you could find on
the 'net' and he wasn't sure he wanted her to find them.
Willow's face dropped and Buffy walked over to her friend squeezing her arm in reassuarance. She
was only trying to help and Giles was just being stuffy not letting her help.
"But Giles we need to get all the help we can get!" exclaimed Buffy. She just couldn't take this
anymore. They had to find something out soon as to why this was happening to her and the more
people there were helping, the sooner something would be found out.
"I know this must be hard for you Buffy, but there has to be an explanation for this and as long
as it isn't affecting your work than there is no immediate rush and Willow doesn't need to help."
he looked pointedly at Willow as he said the final part.
Buffy puller her skirt up. It was annoying, as everything was too big for her now and what was that
about her slaying activities not being affected. THe fact that her clothes were way too big for her now
definately made slaying harder as she had to focus on her clothes as well as the attacking hoards of beasties.
She had thought that the whole vampire population would have calmed down after the death of the
master, but she was wrong and now there were more vampires around Sunnydale.
Buffy was about to say something to Giles but it was then they noticed someone standing at Giles
desk. It was a boy to be exact. Giles couldn't believe how bad the situation was, here was this boy
that had asked her out earlier and he was looking at her nervously. This was all getting to be too
much and she couldn't take much more of this. She was getting angrier by the second.
Buffy gripped the railing in the library tightly trying hard to control her emotions, but the rage
and confusion all coarsed through her.
She didn't notice the book cases around her start to shake until a few books fell down onto the
floor.
The boy that had been talking to Giles quickly walked out of the library casting one last look at
Buffy as he muttered something about 'California' and 'earthquakes'.
Giles and Willow both turned to look at Buffy.
"Buffy?" asked Willow nervously giving her friend a worried glance.
"What!" snapped Buffy in reply.
It was then that Xander burst into the library.
"So..WOW! What happened here" he asked look at the books on the floor around them.
Buffy looked at Giles,
"Find out what's wrong with me" and she stalked out of the room.
Xander watched her retreating form and he turned to Willow and Giles who both seemed lost in
thought.
"I missed something didn't I?" he stated already knowing the answer. Why was he always the one to
do these things. He had never seen Buffy that upset since before the master.
Giles frowned unsure of what to look up. This was certainly not normal and that was saying a lot
for his standards of 'normal'.
"Oh, uh. Don't you two have lessons to go to" he said absent mindedly dismissing them from the
library.
Willow decided not to argue and started to walk out of the library with Xander following her. She
was deeply concerned for her friend. She had never seen anything like that, unless her floating
pencils could be compared to that. In a way she was jealous that Buffy got all of the attention,
but she shrugged off her thoughts and set her mind to her current task and that was finding Buffy.
But her thoughts were interrupted by the screams coming from the hall outside.
********************
Buffy didn't understand it. She knew that it had been her that made the bookcases tremble, but she
couldn't do that. IT just wasn't part of the slayer package. Sure she could stop a knife centimetres
from her face and face a whole pack of vampires, but this was definately Willow territory.
But it had been her and she her whole body tingled as if it were on fire. It wasn't the rage or the
confusion that she was feeling, but it was something else. In a way it felt like it had always
been inside her, hidden. She tried to calm herself down, it was nothing. But what if it was?
What if it was some kind of reaction to the master and that whole episode. Her whole body shuddered
as she was reminded of that awful night. It still haunted her.
Whatever it was, she had to find out before she carried on shrinking.
It was when she reached her locker that she saw Cordelia and her groupies and Buffy knew this meant
trouble. Her mind was tired and she knew she couldn't think of any good retort. She just hoped
she could control herself.
"You know Buffy, baggy clothes really aren't in this season" said Cordelia looking down at Buffy's
clothes.
Buffy knew she looked terrible, but there was nothing she could do about it. She didn't want to
buy new clothes incase she returned to the size she was now, and with her mother acting all strange
it really wasn't the time to ask for new clothes. Stupid Cordelia with her perfect hair and perfect
clothes.
But Buffy didn't have to worry about coming up with a good comment for Cordelia started screaming
and she ran away from her.
Cordelia had no clothes on save for her underwear. Cordelia's friends were horrified, some of the
boys were smiling at her retreating back, but Buffy wanted to run.
She hadn't meant to. It had just happened. It wasn't her fault.
By the time Xander and Willow had reached Buffy's locker she was gone.
*************
BUffy sat alone in the park. It was strange how nice the park looked in the daylight, it didn't hold
the same menace as it did during the night. It was probably because there were no vampires out looking
for their evening meal.
Even though running hadn't been the wisest thing to do as explaining her disappearance would cause
her more trouble than it was worth, she enjoyed being alone. In the warm sunlight things didn't
seem too bad. She wasn't a vampire, that was a plus and she wasn't dead, that was definately a plus.
So she'd shrunk a little, she could cope with that.
But that wasn't the problem. It was what happened when she got too emotional. Nothing like that had
ever happened to her before and she didn't quite know what to expect.
What if she was going crazy and this was all just some wacky nightmare.
The swings started to move erratically.
Just calm down Buffy. Breathe. There's nothing wrong. There will be a perfectly normal explanation.
What if some of the master's powers had been transferred to her after he had bitten her? Normal, yeah
right. Absolutley nothing in her life was normal, and this was now on the top of her un-normal list.
It was getting later now and the sun was starting to set. It was strange that now the park had
become almost deserted. It was almost as if all the people knew that being there after dark was
dangerous. But tonight she didn't want to be here when it was dark. She wanted to be at home,
safe and away from everything weird that was her life. Just a girls night in with her mom.
But as soon as she walked in through the door she knew it wasn't going to be a nice night and wished
that she had stayed out defending the meek and helpless people of Sunnydale.
Her mom was waiting for her. 'Great' thought Buffy. She knew about her bunking school that
afternoon. But it wasn't that and she really wished that it had been that. It would have been
better than what she found out.
**********
Joyce wasn't sure how to tell Buffy. She herself wasn't sure how she knew, but it had all started
the night Buffy went out with he white dress. She couldn't explain what she was feeling, but
deep within herself she knew it was true.
"Buffy we need to talk" Buffy's face went down. Now, what had she got herself into today. But that
could wait. She had to tell her, she deserved to know.
Buffy leaned against the kitchen side waiting for the explosion to happen. Joyce was playing with
the mug in her hand, and the explosion never happened.
"I don't know how I can tell you this but.." she paused, unsure of what to say, he words sounding
strange in her own head.
Buffy straightened. This wasn't the usual yell at Buffy and get it over with. This was different.
This was something that she knew she didn't want to know.
Joyce started again, "I know this is going to sound really crazy" she said laughing slightly. Her
laugh was nervous and it echoed in the silence.
"But for a while now, I've felt that things haven't been right. I know you've been doing OK
at school, but it's not that. It's something else." She was staring down at her mug, not
wanting to look up at Buffy.
"I.. I'm not your mother" she finally blurted out. She didn't look up. SHe didn't want to. She
didn't want to see Buffy's look of shock and disgust.
"What do you mean you're not my mother?" asked Buffy her voice trembling slightly and her lip
curled slightly as she felt the tears come to her eyes.
"It's what I said, I'm not your mother" replied Joyce more firmly this time.
Buffy, didn't understand what was going on. Why hadn't she been told. But she hadn't needed to be
told, she had felt it. She had felt it since she had started to change. The feelings that had once
been there, were gone only to be left with memories.
As realization dawned on her she had to ask her a question "Was I adopted?"
Joyce looked up startled by the question and Buffy's distant tone. She hadn't been expecting that
question, and it wasn't a question that she could answer.
"As, I said before, I know this sounds crazy. But I didn't have you and I didn't adopt you.
All I have are memories, but none of the memories ever show where you came from, all of a sudden
you were just there"
It would have sounded crazy, but Buffy felt the same thing. She wouldn't have remembered her birth
but she didn't feel anything at all towards the woman standing in front of her. She felt concern
and compassion, but none of the love that had a few days ago been so real to her.
"Where did I come from?" asked Buffy more firmly.
Joyce reached out to touch Buffy, but she moved away, feeling deceived somehow. Joyce retracted
her hand and clasped her hands together in front of her.
"I don't know. It's as I said. You were all of a sudden there! I thought I was going mad" she
said laughing again. "But I looked in all of my papers. I can't find a birth certificate or any
kind of papers for you. I called around. I even called your father, but there are no papers."
Buffy didn't know how to react. Her whole life had been a lie and nobody had realised until recently.
Joyce gripped the mug in her hands more tightly not sure how the young girl in front of her would
react.
It all felt like some kind of sick joke, but it was real and there was nothing she could do about it.
She put the mug down on the side and trying to find something to do, but it wasn't helping.
Nothing was helping. There was an awkwardness between them that seemed strangely natural.
Tears were falling down Buffy's face and Joyce didn't know what to do. At one time she would have
comforted her, but it would have been so false if she did it now.
Buffy wiped away the tears angrily, she was annoyed at this whole situation. She wasn't upset,
it wasn't that. She felt nothing whatsover towards the woman that she had at one point called mom.
Everything was just wrong. These things didn't just happen. There was a reason, and in her head
Buffy was sure there was an answer, but it just didn't come.
The silence was uneverving and Buffy stalked out of the kitchen into the dining room.
Joyce followed her, unsure of how she should behave,
"Buffy..."
"What am I supposed to do? Can you tell me that?" shouted Buffy, her fear and anguish finally
coming out. But some things were finally making sense in her mind. She had never told Joyce about
being the slayer, but it had been fine telling Willow, Xander and Jesse.
"Buffy, in my mind you're still my daughter, but..."
"Not in your heart" finished off Buffy. There was no anger directed towards Joyce, but towards
the whole situation.
"You can stay here. This is still your home" continued Joyce. Her words were sincere as Buffy knew
them to be so. But it wasn't right. She had to know. Where did she come from.
"But who am I? Where did I come from?" replied Buffy, "You don't get it do you. There have been
some pretty big and weird things going on in my life and if I just knew that it might explain it"
continued Buffy.
It was strange, but now that she knew she wasn't her daughter, she didn't have to keep on
pretending. She could be who she really was.
"I don't want to stay here and you sure don't want me here" started Buffy.
"Buffy that's not true" interupted Joyce a frown forming on her face at the way that Buffy was
behaving.
"Then why did you tell me 'mom'" the last word was spat out, "There's a reason you told me,
and you know it just as I do. It doesn't feel right anymore. The lie isn't working anymore
and all I want to know is the truth and I'm sorry, but I'm not going to find it here."
Buffy stopped as she felt her breath being taken away by gasping sobs.
"So where are you going to go?" asked Joyce. She was concerned but at the same time she was relieved.
It hadn't been what she was expecting, but it had been what she had wanted.
"I don't know" replied Buffy firmly, "But I need time and when I know I'll let you know. You
deserve that much" finished Buffy realizing how much she owed this woman.
Buffy left the house then. The door was left open swinging from side to side in the breeze, and
Joyce remembered rocking Buffy to sleep in her arms. The lies they were all out in the open and
the baby that had once been so real was gone forever from her life.
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So what do you think? I'll get to Harry Potter characters soon.