The next morning, Ryan woke up late, and in a nasty mood. He had to stay up pretty late to finish the history assignment and then had trouble falling asleep. He briefly thought about just blowing off school, heading down to the pier and hanging out. But he knew Dr. Kim would call looking for him, and letting Sandy know he cut school. He knew that wouldn't be good. He had gotten into enough trouble lately, besides he still had detention and "therapy" after school. None of this helped Ryan's foul mood.

This is going to be a really long day, Ryan thought, as he headed for the kitchen and some much needed coffee.

"Really long," he mumbled when he opened the door and saw that all three Cohens were still in the kitchen.

"Hey, I was just coming out to see if you were ok," Sandy told him.

"Fine. Overslept, that's all." Ryan answered.

"Would you like some breakfast?" Kirsten asked.

But Ryan really wasn't in the mood to hang out with them in the kitchen. It was easier to get to school and grab something at the Student Center.

"No, thanks," he told her, "I've got to get going. I still have some work I've got to catch up on before school starts."

"See ya later." He added as he headed out of the kitchen.

"Summer will be here soon to give us a ride if you want to just hanging out for a minute." Seth finally said to Ryan. He wasn't sure if Ryan was still mad at him from the night before. When he saw the look Ryan gave him, he knew, however, that he was.

"Gotta go now." Ryan grunted back.

Before Ryan could get any further out of the kitchen, Sandy spoke up,

"Then wait up. I'll give you a ride."

Ryan just sighed. What was it with these people that he just couldn't be left alone? He was tired and not in the mood today, so he politely told Sandy,

"No really, you don't have to bother. I can walk."

Sandy told him,

"No bother. I've got to get to court any way."

Ryan just looked at him. They both knew in Sandy's new job, he never went to court.

"Settlement conference," Sandy added, since he knew Ryan thought he was lying.

After they both left, Seth looked at Kirsten and said,

"Well, I guess he's still mad at us."

"Mad at us?" Kirsten repeated.

"Yeah, mad at us," Seth explained, "Me for telling you about Luke and his gang and you for not letting him hang out with them."

"Well, he can get over it. The last thing Ryan needs is to be hanging out with a group of kids who could get him into any more trouble." Kirsten responded.

"Mom," Seth started with a smile, "Need I remind you that Ryan doesn't need help getting into trouble!" He was joking, but Kirsten didn't see it that way.

"And neither do you," she shot back, "or do I need to remind you about your little trip to Mexico or my car in the parking lot of the IMAX?"

Lucky for Seth the conversation was interrupted by the sound of a car horn,

"Oh look, Summer's here! Bye." Seth said as he quickly made his way out the door.

As Sandy and Ryan passed Summer's car, Sandy turned to Ryan,

"If you want, I can drop you off and you can get catch a ride with Summer, if you'd rather."

"I could also walk," Ryan said.

"Fine, then, I guess I'm driving you," Sandy said. And then when he noticed Ryan taking out one of his textbooks he asked him,

"Are you really that far behind? I thought the school gave you all your work while you were out."

Ryan didn't look up but admitted,

"Well, with everything that's gone on, my grades aren't all that great right now. So I'm trying to work on them."

"Don't worry about it so much," Sandy told him, "We understand, this time. We know you'll bring them back up."

When Ryan didn't answer, he reminded him,

"Don't forget. I'll pick you up at 4, sharp. Ok?"

Ryan just turned and looked out the window and gave Sandy a vague, soft,

"Yeah."

"Ryan," Sandy started to explain, again, "We really are just trying to do what's best for you...."

What's best for me? Ryan thought. They're always saying that. When they grounded me and refused to listen to me about Oliver, it was what's best for me. When they told they preferred I not see Marissa, it was what's best for me. When Kirsten told me I couldn't hang out with Luke and his friends, it was what's best for me. And of course, therapy. What's best for me. They barely even know me, and yet they know what's best for me? But Ryan didn't say that to Sandy. He just looked at him.

As they pulled into the school parking lot, Sandy reached for his wallet and asked,

"Do you need any money to get something to eat?"

"Nah, it's ok." Ryan told him, "Actually, I still have the money you gave me the other day. I've been meaning to give it back to you."

Sandy held up his hand and told him,

"No. Keep it. Just in case."

"But I don't need it." Ryan told him.

"Well, keep it any way." Sandy insisted, "And remember, 4 o'clock."

"Yeah, thanks, bye." Ryan said quickly as he got out of the car and headed towards the school.

Sandy watched Ryan walk away before he pulled away. He knew Ryan was upset. But he and Kirsten were upset, too. They needed to reach Ryan, help him. Make him understand and accept being a part of their family. Now the risk of losing him was too great. Sandy headed to work, hoping that Tim and Rachel had some information that could help them, plus he wanted to give Madeline at Child Services a call to see if she had any more information.

Ryan spent most of the morning in the same miserable mood. By lunch, he had wished he had blown off the day and just risked Sandy finding out. As he sat by himself, he thought about blowing out for the rest of the day, but realized he would have too much explaining to do for just a couple of hours. He was still brooding about it when Seth sat down next to him.

"Hey. Um, not sure if I can sit here, but well, if you're going to hit me, do it quickly and please not the face!" Seth was trying to joke.

"Seth," Ryan said, "I'm not going to hit you."

"Oh, you're not?" Seth asked, "That's great!"

Small things make Seth so happy, Ryan thought.

"No, I'm not." Ryan told him, "I'm not in the mood to get suspended again, or grounded for even longer."

"Oh," Seth said, sounding a little disappointed, "I thought it was a brotherly love thing."

"You wish!" Ryan snidely told him.

"Look, Ry," Seth tried to explain, "I didn't know she'd go all parental on you like that......"

"Seth," Ryan cut him off, "she did exactly what you thought she would do. You knew that she was still mad about Sunday, and you knew she was mad that Sandy let me get away with it. So save it. You knew what she would do, and guess what, you got your way!"

Before their argument could go any further, Luke, Brad and Chip joined Ryan and Seth again at their table. "Hey" all three said as they sat down.

"So, we on for Friday?" Brad asked, "Ya know, Chip went down again yesterday to practice!"

"Nope, can't." Ryan told them.

Luke nodded,

"Busted again, huh?"

"Yeah." Ryan answered.

"Ryan," Seth corrected, "she never said you were grounded."

"Well then if you're not grounded," Chip asked, "than what's up?"

Ryan pointed at Seth and said,

"I can only go out with my babysitter here."

"I'm not your babysitter." Seth started. He didn't really like this side of Ryan - the side that got along with these guys.

"So, Cohen, you come to." Luke said. It really wasn't much of a request. More like a statement.

"I have plans with Summer." Seth told them.

"So bring Summer, too." Brad told him.

"Summer at the batting cages? Nah, I don't think so." Seth said. He really just wanted these guys to leave him alone, and leave Ryan alone. But Ryan seemed to enjoy being with them.

"Why not? I bet she could hit better then you!" Chip loved to insult Seth. He didn't like the kid.

"Well, thanks, Chip," Seth replied snidely. "Oh, look, there's Summer now. I think I'll go see how she's doing. Bye Ryan."

As Seth walked away, Chip turned to Ryan and told him,

"I don't know how you can stand living with that kid, Chino!"

But before Ryan could say anything, Luke said,

"He's really not that bad once you get to know him."

And Brad agreed,

"Yeah, I mean, Summer's really into him so there's got to be something there."

"Yeah, really, he's ok," Ryan added, "Usually."

Most of the rest of lunch was quiet. The rest of Ryan's day was pretty quiet. But, so was Ryan. He was dismissed from detention right at 4 o'clock, and found Sandy waiting for him in the parking lot.

"Ok, ready?" Sandy asked as they left the school.

"Do I have a choice?" Ryan said, with a nervous edge to his voice.

"No." was Sandy's very short reply.

"Ryan.....: Sandy started to explain again.

But Ryan cut him off,

"Yeah, I know, what's best for me....." he finished.

Sandy was almost begging when he told Ryan,

"Just give it a chance. Ok? Promise that you will try to keep an open mind."

Ryan just muttered, "Yeah, promise," as he looked out the window, and not at Sandy.

Sandy wanted desperately to tell him that they all needed Ryan to do this. Now more then ever, Ryan needed to accept help. If getting therapy failed, they were left with very few options. He had originally worried about Ryan's easy acceptance to getting counseling, and now he was worried that Ryan was changing his mind just as easily. He almost decided to tell Ryan everything that was going on. His conversation with Child Services, their impending investigation, the information Rachel and Tim gave him. But he didn't. He wanted to talk to Kirsten first, and then they could decide together when it would be best to tell Ryan. So the remainder of the car ride was quiet.

Ryan wasn't exactly sure what to think when they got to Dr. Colefield's office. It was nice. Small, but expensively decorated. He was even less sure of what to think when a short, middle-aged woman opened the door to an inner office and called his name.

As Ryan stood to follow this woman into this inner office, she looked at Sandy and said,

"We'll see you in an hour, Mr. Cohen."

"Good luck," Sandy said. And as Ryan turned and shot him a look, he almost added, "Dr. Colefield."

"Hi, Ryan," Dr. Colefield said, as she sat behind her desk.

"It's nice to meet you. Have a seat," she said as she pointed to the chair in front of her.

As Ryan sat, she told him,

"So, why don't you tell me a little about yourself."

Ryan shrugged,

"What do you want to know?"

"Well," she said, "why don't you tell me why you think you need therapy."

"I don't" Ryan told her.

"Then why are you here?" she asked.

"Because Kirsten and Sandy said I needed therapy." Ryan answered.

"Ok, then, why don't you tell me who Kirsten and Sandy are." Dr. Colefield said.

Ryan leaned back in his chair, attempted to stare Dr. Colefield down and told her,

"They're the people who are paying you."

Dr. Colefield just smiled. So he wants to be a touch guy. She liked the tough guys. The ones who thought they were too cool, who knew it all. The ones who would never admit to needing her help. She'd seen them all. And she always discovered the tougher they appeared on the outside, the sweeter they were on the inside, and they were always the ones who needed her the most.

"Well, Ryan, I can tell you this, they're paying me a lot. So we can do this one of two ways. You can sit there for an hour and waste their money, or you can try. The choice is yours. Either way, I still get paid."

Dr. Colefield stared back at Ryan, giving him a minute to think about what she said, and decide what he wanted to do.

Finally, he said,

"Fine. What do you want to know?"

"Tell me why Kirsten and Sandy say you need therapy." She told him.

But Ryan again just shrugged his shoulders. So Dr. Colefield decided to go with another approach,

"Ok, then, let's start with something easier. Your file says that you've recently been in trouble at school for breaking into the file room, and for attacking another student. Why don't you tell me about that."

Again Ryan asked her,

"What do you want to know?"

Dr. Colefield told him, "What happened."

So Ryan told her. He talked about Oliver. How crazy he was, and how Ryan couldn't get anyone to believe him, and that he broke into the file room to get the proof he needed.

"So why did you need proof?" Dr. Colefield asked him when he was done.

Ryan shrugged, again,

"Because no one believed me."

"Why not?" she asked.

"I don't know. You'd have to ask them." He told her.

Dr. Colefield then asked him,

"So, why did you attack him?"

Ryan told her, "Because he made me mad."

"Do you usually attack someone who makes you mad?" She asked.

"Depends on who it is." Ryan said.

"And what did Kirsten and Sandy say about all of this?" Dr. Colefield asked.

"A lot. They like to talk." Ryan told her.

"And what did they do?" she then asked.

Ryan admitted to her,

"I was grounded. For like three weeks."

"And what happened to Oliver." Dr. Colefield already knew the answer, but she wanted to see what Ryan had to say about it.

"I was right," Ryan told her, "He was crazy. He ended up killing himself."

"Well, do you feel better now? Knowing you were right." Dr. Colefield asked him.

"Not really." Ryan told her.

"Why not?" she asked.

Ryan shrugged again, "Oliver still died. I still got in trouble. I still lost my girlfriend."

Well, at least the tough guy does have feelings, Dr. Colefield thought.

"So why do you think no one believed you?" she asked him.

"Who knows." Ryan told her. But when Dr. Colefield continued to look at him and not ask him any more questions, he finally snapped,

"Come on, who's going to believe the poor pool boy from Chino!"

"Is that how you see yourself?" Dr. Colefield asked him.

But again, Ryan just shrugged his shoulders.

"Ok, then," Dr. Colefield continued, "how long do you think you'll be the pool boy from Chino?"

"I don't know. For as long as I'm here, I guess." Ryan told her.

"And how long do you think that will be?" Dr. Colefield asked him.

But again, Ryan just shrugged his shoulders.

"Ok, so let me ask you this," she asked Ryan, "where do you see yourself in five years?"

"Five years? You're kidding, right?" Ryan asked her, but when Dr. Colefield shook her head, he said,

"Dr. Colefield, I don't even know where I'll be next year."

"Hell, next month." He mumbled.

"You really think the Cohens would give up on you that easily?"

Ryan just looked away and then down at his feet. He didn't want to talk anymore.

"Ryan," she said, "Do you believe that the Cohens would give up on you before next month, or next year or five years from now? When do you think they will give up on you?"

Ryan answered, still looking down at his feet,

"I don't know. You'll have to ask them."

"Actually, Ryan, I did," Dr. Colefield explained, "and I can tell you, they have absolutely no plans of giving up on you. Not now, not next month or next year. Not even five years from now. They have no plans on ever giving up on you."

Ryan finally looked up from his feet and at Dr. Colefield when he answered,

"Look, maybe they said that. Hell, maybe they even believe it, but well, things change. You never know."

"So, you don't believe they want to be your parents. That they could be your parents, or that you would accept them as your parents?" Dr. Colefield asked.

Ryan just grunted at Dr. Colefield's statement.

"My parents? You know calling them my parents doesn't make it so."

"Ok, so what would you call them?" Dr. Colefield asked.

"They're my guardians. Not my parents." Ryan informed her.

Dr. Colefield then asked Ryan,

"What's the difference?"

Ryan thought about it for a second and then told her,

"Guardians - guard, watch over you because it's their jobs. They get paid for it. There are no emotional attachments."

"You don't think they have any emotional attachment to you? That if you left tomorrow they wouldn't be upset, emotional?" Dr. Colefield asked him.

Ryan finally smirked, a little,

"Well," he said, "They're emotional people by nature." And then he thought about it for a second,

"But yeah," he continued, " I think they would get over my leaving."

"Do you really believe that?" Dr. Colefield asked.

But Ryan didn't answer. Again, he just shrugged his shoulders and looked away. So Dr. Colefield continued,

"You said it was their jobs. They get paid. What makes you say that?"

Damn, Ryan thought, this woman takes everything you say and turns it into a question! And either she's without a clue, or she thinks I am.

"Because they do." Ryan told her. "Everyone knows that. You don't have to be in the system to know that foster parents get paid to take in kids who have no where else to go."

"Have you ever asked them what happens to this pay check they receive?" Dr. Colefield asked.

Ryan shook his head,

"No."

"Why not?" she asked.

"Not my business" was all Ryan replied.

"You're saying they get paid to take care of you," Dr. Colefield told him, "Then I'd say that was your business."

Ryan snapped at her,

"Look, I live in their house, eat their food. They pay for my clothes, my school, you. I'm sure the money goes towards all of that."

"But you never asked them?" she asked.

"Nope." Was Ryan's one word response.

"Are you going to ask them?" she inquired.

"Nope." Again with the one word response.

Dr. Colefield looked at Ryan and said,

"Then do you mind if I ask them?"

"But I thought....." Ryan started to say before throwing up his hands. I knew it, he thought.

"You thought what?" Dr. Colefield asked him.

"I thought you couldn't repeat anything I said." He shot back.

"I can't," Dr. Colefield told him, "unless you say it's ok."

"Well, it's not ok." Ryan snapped at her.

"Fine, then," Dr. Colefield said, "But you should ask them. Obviously, they didn't take you in for the money. On the whole, foster parents aren't bad that much, and I don't thing your foster parents need the money."

Ryan just shook his head and looked away. This woman was getting him to talk more then he ever thought he would. And he didn't think he liked it too much, and yet somehow, he couldn't stop answering her questions. As much as he wanted to tell her to shut the hell up, he just kept on talking to her.

After a minute, Dr. Colefield approached the subject again,

"Ok, so I know what you think the definition of a guardian is. Now tell me what a parent is."

"Couldn't tell you." Ryan told her.

"Why not?" she asked.

Ryan shrugged, yet again,

"Never had real parents before." He told her.

"But you know what they're supposed to be, right?" she asked him. Ryan only nodded, so Dr. Colefield said,

"Ok, so tell me."

"What do you want me to say?" Ryan asked her.

"Ryan," Dr. Colefield explained, "I don't want you to tell me what you think I want to hear. I want you to tell me what you think. Why don't you tell me what your parents were like?"

"Why?" Ryan wanted to know.

"Well, if they weren't real parents," Dr. Colefield told him, " Then I'd like to know what they were."

Ryan looked at his watch. He knew the hour had to be over soon, and was very disappointed to see that it wasn't. He still had time left.

"Well," Ryan sighed, "I don't really remember my father too much. He was in and out of my life a lot. He was finally sent to prison when I was eight."

"Armed Robbery." He added, just to see what kind of reaction he could get from Dr. Colefield.

But she didn't so much as bat an eye as she continued her questions,

"And your mother? What's she like?"

"I don't really want to talk about her." Ryan told her.

"Why not?" Dr. Colefield asked, apparently not noticing or caring that Ryan's voice had grown colder.

"I just don't." he snapped.

"Well, do you think she was a good mother?" she asked.

"No," Ryan snickered.

"Why not?" came the same question.

"Because she wasn't, ok" Ryan shouted, "She liked to drink, A LOT. Do drugs. She had all kinds of boyfriends. She couldn't hold down a job. Whatever money I made she would take, and drink away. She didn't care where I went or who I was with. And she abandoned me. Not once, but twice, this August. Just dumped me, like the trash."

Ryan leaned forward and asked Dr. Colefield,

"Now would YOU call that a good mother?"

"Ok, so then I'll ask you again," Dr. Colefield told him, "what are real parents? If yours weren't what real parents are, then tell me what real parents would be like."

Ryan just shook his head, again. And again, he looked away, and at his feet and then at his watch. This was the longest hour of his life he thought.

"I'll make you a deal, Ryan," Dr. Colefield told him, "You tell me what your idea of a real parent is and then you can go. Ok?"

"Fine." He mumbled, and then began to rattle off,

"Real parents care what you do, who you're with, where you go. They take care of you instead of you taking care of them. They're always there for you, and they love you, no matter what, even when you screw up. And they would never abandon you. Ok? So can I go now?"

"Sure," Dr. Colefield told him, "But just one last thing. Something to think about for next time. That's your idea of real parents, right?"

"Yeah, so?" Ryan told her as he stood to leave.

Dr. Colefield also stood, so she could look Ryan in the eyes and ask him,

"So, how are Sandy and Kirsten not like real parents?"

When Ryan didn't respond, she told him,

"Talk to them, Ryan. You may be surprised by what they have to say."

As Ryan turned to leave, she continued,

"Just so you know, I'm meeting with them tomorrow. I can't discuss anything you said here today unless you agree."

"Fine, whatever." Ryan mumbled.

"Fine, whatever, what?" Dr. Colefield asked.

"Tell them whatever you want." Ryan told her as he started to leave.

But Dr. Colefield stopped him,

"It's not about what I want, Ryan. It's about what you want. I'll see you next week."

As Ryan left Dr. Colefield's office, he saw Sandy, still waiting for him.

"Hey, how'd it go?" Sandy asked. He sounded so hopefully.

"I survived." Ryan said jokingly.

"Yeah, but did Dr. Colefield?" Sandy joked back.

"Ha, ha." Ryan said as he put his coat on.

"So what do you think? Should we order Chinese?" Sandy didn't want to push Ryan any more then he thought Ryan could handle. Ryan's mood did seem to be better, lighter. Sandy hoped this was a sign that things went good with Dr. Colefield.

"Yeah, ok." Ryan told him.

"Great," Sandy said, "You call it in when we get to the car and then we'll go pick it up."

Sandy looked over Ryan's shoulder and saw Dr. Colefield standing in the doorway of her office. She just smiled and nodded her head. Sandy put his arm around Ryan as they walked out the door.

Later that night, after dinner, Ryan had gone out to the pool house, and Seth went up to his room, leaving Kirsten and Sandy alone to talk.

"So, he didn't say anything?" Kirsten asked Sandy.

"He said he survived. He stayed the whole hour. That's got to mean something." Sandy told her.

"He was awful quiet at dinner." Kirsten noted.

"Dr. Colefield will tell us what she can tomorrow. I didn't want to push Ryan right then. She'll tell us exactly how much we should try to push him to open up." Sandy told her.

Kirsten then asked,

"What about Child Services? Were you able to find out anything else?"

Sandy nodded and let out a big sigh before telling Kirsten what he had found out,

"Yes. I talked to Madeline this afternoon. She won't be given Ryan's case because she knows me personally. She did promise to talk to whoever is assigned, and vouch for me, my character. She also stressed the importance of Ryan continuing to see Dr. Colefield. Show that we recognize Ryan's emotional problems and are addressing them. Madeline also said that we won't be the only ones interviewed. The Social Worker will interview everyone involved. Me, you, Ryan, Seth, Marissa, and...."

Sandy hesitated a minute before adding,

"and Jimmy and Julie Cooper."

"Why the Coopers?" Kirsten demanded to know.

"Because they are Marissa's parents, and she was deeply involved in all of this." Sandy explained to her.

"Oh, God, Julie Cooper!" Kirsten was getting very upset at the very thought, "Ryan's future depends on Julie Cooper? Will we know a head of time when they are going to interview her? Maybe I could talk to her first. You know, try to get her to be reasonable."

Although Kirsten said it, she doubted that would be possible. For as long as she's known Julie Cooper, she's never been what Kirsten would call reasonable. Ever. She also knew what Julie thought of Ryan, and how much Julie would love to see Ryan gone. Gone from Newport and gone from her daughter's life. No matter what any of them had to say, Kirsten knew Julie would say exactly how she felt, whether it was the truth or not. Yet another strike against them, Kirsten thought.

Sandy started to talk again, pulling Kirsten away from her thoughts,

"We can't say anything to anyone. Remember, we're not supposed to know about any of this. Madeline said everything will probably start within the next week, or two. She'll let me know as soon as she knows anything."

"So, when should we tell Ryan?" Kirsten asked.

"I want to talk to Dr. Colefield first. See what she thinks is best. Remember, we're meeting with her tomorrow at 3:30." Sandy told her.

Kirsten nodded, and then asked,

"What are our chances? Could we really lose Ryan?"

Sandy repeated what he had been told when he asked the same question,

"Well, we were warned in August that we had to keep Ryan out of trouble, and Ryan was warned that he had to stay out of trouble. He's still on probation. We're going to have to prove that we recognize that mistakes were made, but that we are correcting them. And that something like this will never, ever happen again. If we can't prove that, then we will lose Ryan."

Kirsten couldn't believe what was happening. This was just so unfair.

"What about Rachel and Tim? Didn't they find anything that would help us?"

"Well," Sandy started, "Not much. They had one idea, but there isn't enough time. If we don't lose custody of Ryan, it's something to consider."

"What?" Kirsten asked.

"We could adopt Ryan." He told her.

"I thought we did that already?" Kirsten asked.

But Sandy explained to her,

"No, we agreed to be his legal guardians. He still had parents. They were just unable to properly care for him. But if we can prove parental abandonment, we can move for final adoption. He'd legally be a Cohen."

It seemed too easy for Kirsten.

"Then why didn't we do that from the start?" She asked, "His father isn't part of his life at all, and his mother abandoned him – not once, but twice. She left him with us."

Sandy continued explaining in his lawyer mode,

"Usually, a parent has to be gone for a year or more. But we know where she is. She's never made it a secret. She sent him Christmas presents. It was Ryan who never asked where she was, or asked to see her. We would have to prove that she has no intentions of being an active part of his life or of ever being his mother. That won't be easy. What would be easier is if we could get her to sign away her parental rights, allow us to adopt him."

"Can we start that process anyway?" Kirsten asked, "even before the Child Services investigation. Show them that we are serious about having Ryan as a permanent member of our family."

Sandy smiled, great minds he thought....

"Rachel and I were discussing the same thing. Rachel will be acting as his lawyer now, since I can't be his father and his lawyer. Her paralegal is starting the paperwork. We're going to try to get both Atwood's to give up custody first."

Sometimes it's really good to be married to a lawyer, Kirsten thought. This was probably the first and only time Kirsten was happy about Sandy's working relationship with Rachel. At least she could help them with Ryan.

"You know, we really need to talk to Ryan. We have no idea how he's going to take all of this." Kirsten told him.

Sandy agreed. He was also worried about Ryan was going to take everything. He'd already been through so much, and now this.

"We will," Sandy promised, "Tomorrow. After we talk to Dr. Colefield. We'll talk to him tomorrow...."