Disclaimer: Isn't this always first? One way or another I'm going to have to find a way to permanently stick the 'disclaimer' to the beginning of each chapter I write . . . Damn things . . . *Sigh* I do not own Trigun. THERE!! I said it!! *Psychologists around the world cheer at the accomplishment*

But anyway. This is my third written Trigun fic. I dunno which is going up first. Eh, I might've already uploaded one; who knows.

In a nutshell this is what might happen if a woman who had Vash's speed used it all for stealing and decided to steal from him, while he's asleep nonetheless.

And this here is . . .

Chapter Seven: Are we there yet??

All night I was up. All friggin' night. I couldn't very well get to sleep, much as I wished I could. But I came to an interesting conclusion due to my long period of thought. I never received a fifth test. I did four, but Nor told me there was five. And he told me I passed. He couldn't have miscounted, or misinformed me, and I couldn't have misheard. So then. . . I was to go through a fifth test. . . But when?

As soon as the suns came up and the stars were officially out for the count, I was up. I spent all night laying, tossing and turning in my thoughts, but never getting any sleep. Damn it! I couldn't very well sit down for the next few hours!! A little test of stretching told me my back was fine now, no matter how badly it was cracked before. So then, I was all better and could do whatever I wanted. That was a good start. Maybe I could start off by myself, start walking to rid myself of my energy. . . And if they didn't find me again, that's all the better.

Yes. That was a good plan. Get all of my energy out by walking in the sun wearing all black and carrying my possessions and. . . Whatever. I could do this. Everybody was asleep, and it wasn't like I was abandoning them. . . Right? I wasn't just running away or. . . trying to hide or anything. I think.

Okay, now I was starting to question my own plans? Oh man. . . I can't believe this. All I have to do is get up, gather my things - that were already put together - and then start walking. . . Just walk, that's it.

Gods, why was I trying to convince myself of this?! I wasn't going to stay away forever, you know. There's only so many towns on this planet. . . So many places a person could be. . .Damn it!

Mentally snarling, I reached out to grab my bag, and picked up my plant. One look at it and I did a double-take. It was twice the size it was last night! Something must've really helped it grow! It was looking like it was going to be big, whatever it was! And it was all because I didn't overlook the tiny thing. . . Wow.

I shook my head. I was getting distracted. Okay, so maybe this was like raising a child, and being a mother, but still. I was getting carried away. I had to get up, and get moving. So that's what I did. I got up and started off in the direction I knew from personal experience was the next town. I glanced at each person as I did so, making sure everyone was still asleep.

Milly and Meryl hadn't moved since they fell asleep, Martin looked dead asleep, Wolfwood I couldn't see but couldn't hear either, and Vash. . . I tried not to look at him. But still, I had to glance, and see if he was awake. He was sitting now like he had been before, against his rock and with his head down. Good. He was still asleep then. I had a clean chance of leaving now.

My sleeping habits was one of the reasons why Martin never caught me. He studied my moves, followed my leads, knew my patterns, but I always had one advantage over him. He needed sleep as every human did, eight hours between every eighteen to twenty four hours, where as I needed just eight every thirty hours. There was no way he could ever catch me like that.

I didn't look back once, but kept looking forward. As I continued walking, the wind continued to pick up. By the time I was gone an hour I was shielding my face with my oversized sleeve from the sand. Damn it. Maybe this wasn't such a bright idea after all. The plant would be okay, seeing as how all it needed to survive was solid air and sunshine, but the wind was just beating at it! I was holding it to let it get sun, but now I was thinking of putting it away in my sack so it wouldn't be bombarded with the harsh winds and sand. My entire body was stinging from the sand as it was. A little late to turn back now, though. If I wasn't squinting so much I would've seen the town in view, well, my view anyway. The other humans wouldn't have been able to see anything other than sand.

I sighed and stopped, deciding on putting my little plant in the sack until the sand calmed down, and kneeled down so I could do so. Just as I was tying up my sack I heard something. Faint, low, and far away, but I heard it. It sounded almost like a. . .growl.

My mind sparked as I figured out what it was, and stood up, putting my sack back on. I turned and looked the way the wind was blowing, and felt my hair finally let loose from its tie. Well, this was one way to keep my face from being burned by the sand.

A dark outline was the first to appear, through the blinding wind and sand. The sound got louder as it did, and after a good half minute, I could easily make out what 'it' was. Nobody else could have seen what I could, so I had a definite advantage over everybody else.

And my suspicions were confirmed. It was Wolfwood, on his motorcycle. Which I now knew he named - "Angelina". Cute name, bud. [DL: Here's the thing. I knew he had Angelina, and then was fixing up Angelina II. So this will be the first. Nyah.]

Once he saw me, standing there and waiting, he skidded to a stop and leaned against one of his legs. "What do you think you're doing out here?!" he yelled at me over the wind.

Wow. He was really pissed. "Going into town," I snapped back.

"You're going to come back with me! And then we're all going after the storm subsides!"

"Sorry! I don't listen to men!" Without waiting any longer I turned and began walking again. The town couldn't be much farther, after all. . .and I still couldn't quite face Vash yet. . . So there was no reason to stop now. Right?

"You're coming back if I have to knock you out and drag you back!" Wolfwood snapped and revved the engine before driving around me to 'block' my way. "Now get on!"

"No, thanks! I have two legs, you know!" I started to walk around him, but he caught my arm, making me look at him.

"Just get on," he said again, much more calmly than before. So, he was trying to negotiate, was he?

"Later, maybe," I said back, calming my voice as well.

Now he looked pissed. "Everybody freaked when they woke up and you weren't there! Vash has been worried sick!"

I jerked involuntarily when he said that name. "Why would he be worried?!"

"He thought that somebody might have found you and taken you in! Can't you tell?! He's completely fallen for you!"

"Well then, he's a fool!" I snapped back, unable to believe that anybody could fall for me. After all, I was a thief, unfeeling and cold, and completely - Not anymore, my own thoughts snapped back. Remember, you went through the hardest tests ever created so you could change into a nicer, warmer person. Blonde, the put-down bit me. "I can't be with anyone! Least of all him!" I finished my earlier tirade. Why was I still resisting?

"How about we discuss this later when we're back!" Wolfwood shot back at me. Before he gave me a chance to say anything he jerked me onto the bike and started off back to where we came.

"I hope you know where you're going!" I yelled at him, even though we were close enough that I didn't have to.

"That's why you're here!" He said over his shoulder.

"What?"

"I know you have better senses than the rest of us! Point us in the right direction!"

My face fell. "You don't know where you're going?!" I snapped at him. One glance at the speed gauge told me we were going about forty, and the wind was way above that.

"You should know!" he said back.

"You're avoiding my question!" I said, and then gasped, feeling something hit the back of my head really hard. My strength left me completely, and I fell forward, against Wolfwood. My eyes were still open, but losing focus. I reached back and felt the back of my head, feeling moisture. My eyes dropped and closed, and then my hearing picked up Wolfwood screaming at me not to fall. And then his voice was gone, and I heard a thump like something falling. And then just the wind remained, but only briefly. I was out.

When I opened my eyes again, the wind had stopped completely. Apparently Wolfwood hadn't found me yet, seeing as how I was in a very uncomfortable position, and half covered in sand. Thank god my mouth was closed, or I might have died from inhaling the sand. I blinked slowly, and felt sand on my eyes. Gods, that hurt. . .

I sat up, coughing, and brushed all the sand off of me. Where is my pack? This sand is really hurting. . . What time is it? All these questions and more ran through my head, and I winced, rubbing at my eyes and blinking repeatedly. This didn't feel good at all. . .

I coughed again and stood up, looking around for any sign of my pack. I couldn't see it at all, so I got down on my knees and felt under the sand for it, half for the plant inside and half for the water. I needed a drink, the plant needed light. . . Neither of us could survive like this. I found it!

It was completely buried, and had a lot of sand inside as well, but I found it. I pulled out the plant first, checking to make sure it would be okay. It held up nicely, even through the wind and harsh sand. It must have really strong roots. And next was my water. I had to take a nice, long drink. . .

I gulped as much down as I could, feeling my throat become moist again and then poured some on my hair. I put the cap back on and returned the bag to my pack before rubbing my scalp, feeling for my newest wound.

My entire body winced when I touched it, ever so slightly. The sand I was laying on was soaked with the blood that came from my gash. That wasn't a good sign. I had to find something. . .anything that I could wrap around my head to hold back the blood that was still slowing dripping down my neck and back.

Here we go! My god, I have everything and a handbag in my pack, I swear. "Everything and the kitchen sink" I believe was the saying. Even my very own first-aid kit. That was helpful. I wrapped some of it around my head, under my hair. This helped a lot. It really did.

I'm really happy that I had all this stuff. Trying to keep some sort of happy feeling alive, I found myself speaking to my growing plant. I knew from past experiences that plants grow better when you pay attention to them and talk to them. All of my flowers grew better when I spoke to them daily. It was a fact I learned myself.

I laughed from time to time at my own little jokes, once I put away the bandages and started walking again, holding my plant in my arms. It was now midday, telling me I must have been out for about five hours, or maybe I miscounted the hours that I was walking. Either way, midday was not a good time to be walking while wearing all black.

I think I just zoned out, speaking to myself just as much as my plant, after a little time, sweat forming on my forehead and refusing to go away no matter how much I swiped. Apparently, though, I was walking the wrong way, because I heard shouting to my left - far left. I turned to see a jeep change directions and smiled faintly. I lowered to my knees to wait, not having enough strength left for me to stand and wait. Wolfwood on his bike got there first, and half helped, half hefted me onto his bike. I wrapped one arm around his waist and the other held onto my plant, and I closed my eyes. Blissful darkness. . . How nice it is. . .

We all met halfway, and I was laid out on M&M's laps in the back seat. I kept my grip on my plant the whole time, making sure it didn't tip. I was practically forced to drink more water, seeing as how Meryl held my mouth open and Milly poured.

I swear, though, Vash was the most concerned. Had he really fallen for me? I couldn't see a guy like him fall for anybody, let alone a loner like me. Maybe for this Milly girl, seeing as how they act a lot alike, and they're always nice to each other. Vash never said a thing the entire way to town, but I could just feel it. He was worried. Really worried.

Martin kept looking like he was torn between laughing at me for my stupidity, and helping the others nurse me back to perfect health. And sanity, for that matter. I was still talking out loud, asking my plant questions, never letting my attention on it down. Although by now my voice was rough and very quiet, and I had a small smile on my face.

I knew for a fact that everyone must be thinking I was insane, speaking out loud but never asking anyone present to answer at all. I peeked my eyes open from time to time, and saw Milly and Meryl giving each other concerned glances. Even Martin looked completely worried about me now. After all, it never was a good sign when people spoke to themselves.

The moment we got into town, I was being moved. I still don't know who it was that was carrying me, but I saw Meryl with my plant and Milly with my pack. And that was as far as I could see. Whoever was behind them was nothing more than a blur - and behind that I saw nothing. Nothing at all. I need to have this wound checked out. . . But then, that's where we're going, isn't it?

I heard some shouting, and then the suns' light was gone, replaced by its' reflections off walls and so on. Another few seconds and I was on a bed - hard and feeling metal. I was being asked questions, or maybe someone else; I couldn't tell at this point. I was being rushed somewhere, I knew that much. I must be at some doctor's office or something. My sight was going even more hazy, though, so I couldn't tell.

I saw a light shine in my eyes, and jerked my head away reflexively. Someone nearby said something, but by now my mind was spinning. Why couldn't I just black out? That sounded good. Maybe I would.

Someone now was taking off my bandages, and the moment I felt it rip across my wound, I jerked, yelped, and then I was out. I woke up in darkness. All this sleep was really throwing off my schedule. . . Where am I now? On a bed? Feels a lot softer than what I've been on in years. Maybe. . .a recovery ward? My head hurts. What happened to my baby? Where is everybody? How did everybody make it here when we didn't have enough fuel?

My mind kept up the unanswerable questions as I sat up, only to be pushed back down and told not to get up. At least not for a while. I was still recovering, the voice said. I'd have to keep still for another few hours, at the very least. Who was talking to me?

Swallowing, I spoke up. "Who's there?" I was surprised at my own voice, it being so hushed and rough. That wasn't my voice. No, it had to be someone else's.

"A few of us are here," the voice replied. "Milly, Martin, and myself. Vash."

"Oh," my harsh voice got out. I opened my eyes and blinked, trying to focus on something. Anything, anything at all. My sight blurred together and gave me double images, but I caught one and held onto it until my eyes could focus entirely. Anything but him, I reconciled. I still didn't exactly feel up to looking at Vash.

My eyes scanned around a little, catching Milly sitting on my left, and Martin standing by the door. I started to sit up again, wanting to test what I could and couldn't do in this state. Immediately two hands were trying to - as gently as possible - push my back down. I rejected the hands, pushing them back and sitting up anyway.

I rubbed the side of my head before speaking again - this time to my lap. Ha ha. "Where is everybody else?"

"In a hotel room," Milly answered. She even sounded worried.

I got out a small laugh, and then looked at the tall woman. I wasn't quite her height, but I myself was still considered taller than the normal woman. "Are you concerned about me?" I asked, turning my head to see her in the slight light of the moons.

She nodded and then gestured next to her - on a small table. My plant was there, its two leaves drooping, as though it, too, was sad. I reached over to it without thinking and tried to lift its leaves. They refused to stay up, and I started getting concerned.

"Why is it drooping?" I asked, trying to keep my own concern from my voice.

"I don't know," Milly said, her gaze falling. "I think it might have been me. Maybe I'm just no good with plants. . ."

"It can't be you," I said to her. Reaching over, I lifted her chin. "Trust me, it could never be you. You're much too kind to cause anything any measure of sadness."

Milly gave me a smile, and then grabbed my hand and squeezed it.

I smiled back at her, and then propped up my pillows and leaned against them. I placed my plant - which was really turning out to be a flower of some kind - on my lap, carefully lifting the leaves and begging it to get stronger so it wouldn't droop so much. It looked so. . .dead like that.

Martin came up to the foot of my bed and spoke. "After you're better, you're coming with me."

"Back home, back to the jail," I said. "Back to retribution. Back to my stash to give everything back. Back to a life of solitude and shouting. Back to being cold."

"What?" Martin said, doing a double-take. "Say again?"

I smiled emptily. "You wouldn't understand."

"Try me," he replied. I laughed.

"I'll take a rain check on that, thank you." I leaned more fully against my pillows and let out a sigh as my eyes shut. My hand absently touched my flower, lifting the leaves a few times.

"Could you two leave?" I heard Vash say. No, my thoughts bit back. Stay here, both of you. "I'd like to speak with Aluna alone for a while." No, you don't. You don't want to speak with Aluna. You don't know any "Aluna". You don't know how to speak. You don't know anything. Leave.

My mind continued begging for him to leave even as I heard Milly agree and drag a reluctant Martin away. I heard Vash sigh and then move. A second later the bed sank under new weight. Great. Just great. Maybe I could pretend I'm asleep and he'll leave.

"Aluna," he began. I tried not to swallow. "Are. . . Are you feeling okay? That wound's pretty bad."

"I'm fine." Damn it!!! my mind swore. I was hoping I could fool him into believing I was asleep, and then I go and answer his question after two seconds.

"You're not fine," he disagreed. Why wouldn't he just leave?

"Actually, I am," I lied. "Never been better."

"Aluna - " he bit out angrily, but caught himself. "Look, Aluna. . .Look, meaning open your eyes." A few seconds passed. "Aluna, would you just. . .Listen to me!" he snapped, but not angrily.

"Do you love me?" I was surprised myself that I asked that. The words just left my mouth. My eyes opened and I blinked a few times as I tilted my head back down and looked at him. He looked as shocked as I was.

"I love all things." Ahh, so we're playing the "avoid" game. Two can play at that.

"You love the dirt?" I asked.

"Do you?"

"You're avoiding the question."

"No, I'm not." I was about to reply when he smiled and lifted a hand to stop me from speaking yet. "I'm avoiding the answer."

I didn't laugh. That's what he always did - he tried to make people laugh. It loosened them up; made them relax and trust. But I couldn't relax, and it had nothing to do with my injury. Hell, that stung and was currently throbbing, but it was nothing I couldn't handle.

His smile faded as the seconds ticked by. Tick? There was a clock around?

"You said you wanted to talk, but you've hardly said a thing. Having problems thinking?"

A small smile, somewhat sad, appeared on his face and his gaze dropped. "That's one way to put it."

I shook my head. "Just leave," I said, slumping under the covers and flipping onto my side. "You want to talk? We'll talk later. Good night." I gave him no opportunities; I was still having trouble facing him. Hence the reason why my back was currently facing him.

After a moment I heard him sigh, and then his footsteps carried him away. The door opened and then the light went out. "Good night," he said in return and the door shut a second later. I was alone.

. . .Again.

I sighed and rolled onto my stomach. I wasn't tired, and now I had nothing to do. I'd gotten more than enough sleep for the next week, and yet, all I wanted at the moment was to start a trip through the dream world, and hopefully never end. So what if it was a coward's way of thinking? That's what I wanted.

Maybe. . .maybe I'd meet Nor in my dreams. He always knew just what to do and to say - my guiding light, you could say. If I had one, that is.

But that got me thinking again. What if Nor was there, waiting for me? Waiting to see me? Perhaps it was just wishful thinking, but right now, wishing was really helping me relax. Maybe next I'll wish to build a water park on the rooftops of some big town. Ha ha, ha ha ha.

Nonetheless, a silent laugh shook my body and I squeezed the pillow beneath me, keeping my eyes closed. A faint smile touched my lips. This "wishing" thing was definitely lightening my mood. Now if only my head would stop throbbing. . .

Oh, there I go again. Geez, I can't two minutes without reminding myself how messed up my life is, can I? How's this. . .I wish for a better life, damnit!

"Maybe you'll get one."

I jerked my head up, and instantly regretted the motion. I could swear I felt a tear, and now I could feel the stickiness at the back of my head getting wetter. That's not good. . .

Was that voice in my head? I wondered. I flipped over slowly, carefully, and looked around the room. I couldn't see anything. What in the world? . .

"Not in this world," the voice came again. But this time, I recognized it.

It can't be. . .Am I asleep? Holding my breath, I looked to my left, and just nearly passed out. Or, I would have, had I not been in such shock. There he was, the man I'd been wishing were alive since the day he died. Nor. . .

He was in full color, not see-through or in shades of white and blue like ghosts were. Is he alive again?

"I'm not alive," he said. Or, rather, he sent the thought into my mind while moving his mouth. I didn't understand it one bit.

"It's simple," he thought/said. He stepped closer and sat on the edge of the bed, smiling at me. "Only you can hear me. I'm actually using my voice, Aluna. You just can't hear it outside of your mind."

"What - " I began, but Nor reached up and touched my lips, halting my words.

"Just think. I'll hear you. If you talk out loud, you may alert somebody to come in - and they can't see me, either."

Why are you here? I thought, the only thought I'd really been aware of before he answered.

"To see you. To give you the life you want, and something else. Something else I was never able to give you. And for that, I'm sorry." His head dropped a moment, as though he was expecting me to slap him for something - something I knew nothing about.

I don't understand. Nor, what. . .What were you never able to give me? You gave me everything!

He looked up during the speech - if one could call it that. And now he smiled. "A baby," he answered, simply. "I wanted to. God knows, I wanted to, Aluna."

Now I was stunned. How can you give me that now?

"Lay back," he said, but now the words were whispered. "I'll show you."

I closed my eyes as I did so, a smile - a truly heartfelt smile - gracing my lips for the first time since he'd left me behind. A baby. . . The words seemed to sing to me. A baby, Nor's baby. . .After all this time. . .

"Aluna. . ." I could feel him moving; leaning towards me. Anticipation surged up in me, along with a feeling of yearning for him - I could swear I'd never felt anything so strongly. Another second passed, and then I felt his lips on mine, as real, as warm, as soft as they'd ever been. All of my memories of him were nothing compared to the reality of him.

Everything about him was as real as it had ever been, down to the last strand of hair and fingernail. This was Nor, my Nor, the man I'd almost married; the man who was dead, but here, and giving me a child. All my past regrets of wanting his baby disappeared as we held onto each other, waiting for dawn.

How long can you stay here? I asked, running my fingers through his hair. He lay on me, his head on my chest. Our clothes - though his had long since disappeared from existence - were piled on top of each other just beside the bed.

"Not much longer." I felt him move, lift up his head and prop himself on his elbows. He was smiling. "You know what this means, don't you?"

I tilted my head. Which "this"?

He laughed, a rich, velvety smooth sound in my head. "Everything. You're going to have a baby, Aluna. And you can't be a thief and be pregnant in one. As well, you can't let yourself waste away as you have been. And you're going to have to say goodbye, Aluna. You know that."

I sighed and let my head fall back. Something in the back of my mind reminded me that Nor had helped my solve my problem of what I was going to do all night. I know. Thank you, Nor. I lifted my head to smile at him, and again ran my fingers through his hair. After a moment of watching it run across my fingers, I frowned. God, I was going to miss him. . .

His eyes dropped, and I knew he'd heard that, even though it wasn't a solid thought. "Don't miss me, Aluna. If anything. . ." He looked up, and I could see that his blue eyes - bright and yet dark as mine - were lighter, and shining. "If anything, just love our child. If you have to think of me, and remember me, remember me with joy, Aluna. Not with sorrow or longing. See me in our child. I'll be there. And I'll be above you as well, always. I'll be watching, so make sure you raise him well."

I felt my eyes flood and my throat crowd by the time he was finished. "Him"? . . my mind repeated, shakily. It was even hard to think!

"Yes. A son, Aluna. Think up a good name." His eyes left mine, darted towards the window. All of a sudden, I felt his presence here was very fragile. "I have to go. I'm sorry, Aluna."

He started to get up, and instinctively I clung to him. "Just a few more minutes," I whispered, not caring if there was somebody on the other side of the door.

He held me just as fiercely as I held him, obviously not liking this idea of being apart any better than I was. "This is it, Aluna," he whispered. "Remember? Your fifth test. You have to let me go."

I don't want to! my mind hissed back.

"You have to, Aluna."

Why?! my mind snapped, and I snapped my head up as well, to stare into his eyes. Why do I have to, Nor?!

His eyes looked sad, and. . .pale. "Because if you don't, the baby won't live. Our son."

My eyes went wide. This wasn't fair. . . I have to give you up in order to have your baby? Why I can't I have both of you?! I need you both!

"I'm sorry, Aluna. God, I'm so sorry. But I didn't make the rules. If I had my way, I'd be with you now - I would have never left. But this is the way things are - the way they have to be. One way or another, I have to leave. In another minute. And if you can't let me go, Aluna. . ."

He left the sentence unfinished, but I knew what he was saying. I bowed my head, feeling those tears return and the moment I closed my eyes, I felt them leak out. It was the first time I'd cried since. . .since. . .

I felt a hand on my chin, tilting up me head. I didn't open my eyes or speak; I didn't want to see Nor go or have to say good bye. But then I felt him kiss me, and I reached out to hold him there. I wanted this moment to never end.

Say goodbye, Aluna, my mind ordered. You may never get another chance. I shook my head sharply, wanting to deny those words. "I can't. . ." I whispered, the words almost breathless and shaking.

"Aluna," Nor's voice coaxed. "Aluna," he said again, raising my chin again. I looked right back at him.

I. . .I don't want to. . . I thought, my mental words stumbling over themselves.

"Please." He was fading; I could see it. "We have no time."

I wish we did. The thought was only barely heard by both of us. Just a breath, and unwelcome. I hadn't allowed that thought. I shook my head again, as though to clear out those thoughts. "Nor," I whispered. I looked directly into his eyes, wishing we had just another minute. Just one more. . .

I reached up to touch his hair again, the faintest of smiles curving my lips. "Good bye, Nor."

He smiled back at me, a relieved smile. He leaned forward again, and I shut my eyes. This was it - our last kiss. I had to savor it.

Good bye, Aluna. This time it was just in my mind, a last wisp of his power. And then my hands were holding nothing, and they dropped to my lap as I held onto that last feeling of his hair; his lips. Something splashed on my hand, and I looked down.

Tears. But not mine.

Again, I felt myself smile. He'd left me a gift, perhaps even a better one than the baby. Oh. . .the baby. . . I leaned back, my smile growing, and let my hands rest on my womb. I remembered this part - the women on my planet were only pregnant for about six months. But that wasn't surprising, seeing as how our times were different from Gunsmoke's.

I felt perfect just then. I knew Nor had healed my wounds, all of them - down to the last scar on my heart and soul. And this baby - already it was filling the gaps and holes Nor's departure had left unfinished. I could think of only one name for him.

"Nor. . ."

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*Wipes tears* Man, I really outdid myself on that one. . .I didn't know I could write anything so touching. Especially now - I'm listening to the Mortal Kombat theme song. Don't ask me where I got it; I've long since forgotten. But now I want to watch the movie. *Sigh* Too bad for me, eh?

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