Title: Something's Missing
Author: Kathea
Pairing: Jareth/Sarah
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The darkness is growing stronger each day and Sarah faces a hard
decision.
AN: I'm so so sorry that it took so long for me to post this next chapter. I will try to do better. There are only a few chapter left. Please forgive me.
Chapter 8: Countdown
The doors to Sarah's room flew inward from the magical force Jareth applied. Across the room in an instant, he was pulled up short by the still body in the bed. Sarah lay perfectly still but cold bead of sweat had formed on her skin. He body was rigid and joints were locked tightly in place. He'd expected her to be writhing in the bed in the midst of a nightmare. So he reached out psychically to her mind. He was battered by the swirling emotions and haunted by the visions there. He withdrew slowly and calling in a damp cloth he bathed her face and neck. Stroking her bare arms he sent out tendrils or thought tinged with comfort and peace. God, how he loved this women. Even when she was 15 he could see what she would and could become. He stroked her face and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. At that touch, Sarah jerked awake and stared in shock a the man leaning over her. Why did she look so betrayed, Jareth wondered. I haven't done anything but love and acre for her.
"What are you doing?" Sarah asked in an angry biting voice.
"You called to me, I came." Jareth answered reasonably.
"I would never call you. I don't need any of your help."
"But..." Jareth said pulled up short by the fury in her eyes.
"Now get the hell out of my room." Sarah said curtly and pointed imperiously at the door.
"As you wish." Jareth answered in a defeated tone.
Sarah was surprised by the easy acceptance of her command. She had been expecting a severe dressing down for using such a tone with him. The doors to her room swing silently closed and Sarah jumped from the confining bed and ran to the window. Leaning as far out as possible, Sarah began to take deep breaths to calm her racing heart. The dream, nightmare, vision was still fresh in her mind. She was surrounded by pain and suffering in hazy, indistinct forms. The darkness battered at her, seduced her to give in. If only she let go, everything would be okay. All the pain, the feelings of depression and anxiety would be replaced with something else. What that was Sarah didn't know. The scary thing was that she was close to giving in. Her rational mind had a majority rule over her heart and was pulling at her. If Jareth hadn't come to her instinctual yell, who knows what might have happened. Sarah shuddered at the thought and a chill fell over her body. Jareth's behavior was so out of character. The gracious escort at dinner, the parts she could remember, and so concerned about her well being. He would have never accepted her order so blithely before now. Something must have really gotten to him Shaking her head to clear the lingering fuzziness, Sarah strode to the bathroom thinking that a nice hot bath would make her feel better. She was way to keyed up to sleep now anyways. As the warm water filled the tub Sarah let her mind relax and the scent of lavender fill the air. Surrounded by all this luxury and freedom she wondered why she hadn't wished herself away sooner. She did miss Toby. Not that she had seen him much since being kicked out of the house but at least aboveground she could call him. He would be so big by now. And kids grow up so fast. A thought popped into her head, if Jareth can watch people then why can't I. Sarah quickly called in a crystal, a skill she'd picked up rather quickly. She cupped the crystal in her hands and said, "Show me the child." Clouds swirled inside the ball but soon disappeared as Toby's sleeping form came through. He was curled up in his bed with a tattered stuffed bear tucked securely in the crook of his arm. He had grown so much since the last time she'd seen him. He was going to grow up without her, grow up and forget her. Tears started to form and ran freely down her cheeks. Toby was the one person who loved her freely. He had explicit trust, which was more than she could say for anybody else. More tears fell as she remembered how bad things had gotten before she left and the pain that had accompanied the harsh words. Leaning her head back on the warm marble, Sarah sighed and reminded herself that this was her life now. Teaching children, something she'd never thought to do before, was more fulfilling than she thought it would be. As she went to banish the crystal she remembered another person she wanted to check on. What was that phrase; turn about's fair play.
The black silk sheets were tangled around the legs of the bed's lone occupant. His pale skin stood out in stark relief to the colors around him. Blond hair was tangled across his face obscuring his features. Everything was laid bare. This truly was Jareth in all his glory. Sarah could not deny that the man was attractive. He was the source of quite a few non-scary dreams over the past few years. For Sarah, men had been few and far between during high school. After high school was only slightly less spotty. To say she had trust issues would be the understatement of the century. Just watching him sleep caused little flutters in her belly. Seeing him this vulnerable and unprotected gave Sarah a new idea of just who Jareth was. Then his eyes popped open and bored into hers, holding the gaze through the crystal. He looked so shocked to know that she was watching him. It's about time that he knew how I felt all those years, Sarah thought. The shock in his eyes shifted to a seductive gaze and Sarah was helpless but to watch as Jareth stretched sinuously in the middle of the big bed. He was teasing her! When Jareth stepped from the bed, Sarah quickly banished the crystal but not before hearing his laughter echo back to her. Embarrassment flushed her cheeks and Sarah ducked her whole body under the surface of the water.
After dressing and eating an early breakfast, Sarah found her way to the crèche without much trouble. Sarah was able to see the parents dropping off their children and match up with child belong to which parent. The bizarre thing was that except for the extremely exotic looking parents, everyone looked like normal aboveground people. They looked like people she would meet on the street. Sarah was able to say a quick "Hi" to Kilera before she rushed out the door. Taylena had assembled the children for breakfast and Sarah was putting away outerwear when a cheer went up from behind her. She turned quickly and was dumbfounded by the tableau before her. The Goblin King was covered with kids. There was one on his back, two in his arms, and several clinging to his legs. He was laughing and smiling in such a way that Sarah was able to clearly see the man behind the crown. He levitated the kids off him all at once, holding and spinning them in the air, a game they'd obviously played before. He cleared his throat to call for attention and struck a regal pose.
"Children, have you been good?" He asked in a mock serious voice.
"Yes, your majesty." They answered him in unison.
"Do you obey your teachers?"
"Yes, your majesty." They replied again.
"You do remember what will happen if you don't?"
"The Bog of Eternal Stench!!" They replied with suitable apprehension but smiles on their faces.
"Very well." Jareth replied. "See that you continue to do so." With that he turned and walked out the back door. Sarah hurried to follow him and was startled to find him waiting. "Did you enjoy the show, Sarah?" He asked mischievously.
"I don't know what you are referring too?" Sarah lied quickly.
"Oh really, then I must be imagining things." He said shaking his head in mock confusion.
"Why are you here? Did you come just to mess with me?" She accused.
"These children are my subjects too." He replied, his eyes narrowing in warning. "I see them almost every week. I love them. Don't assume that everything is about you, little girl." He ended his sentence in a swirl of glitter and smoke leaving Sarah alone in the courtyard. A little hand was tugging at hers and she looked down to see Linaya smiling up at her.
"Don't you like King Jareth, Sarah?" She asked in a quiet little voice.
"Sometimes not very much." Sarah answered honestly.
"How come?" The child asked the inevitable question.
"I have no clue." Sarah said and scooped Linaya up into her and they went inside to start the days' lesson.
Sebal was waiting outside the crèche when Sarah walked out at the end of the day. "Sarah I need to speak with you." He said sternly. Why do I feel like I'm going to the principal's office, Sarah thought. I hope I haven't broken any laws or anything. Sarah could feel her anxiety building as Sebal led her higher into the castle. Sarah paused to stare as they passed the throne room. Jareth was holding court and was surrounded by assorted goblins and humans. There were several beautiful women stationed off to the side of this throne. It just figures that he has a harem, Sarah thought angrily. Just as she was about to clear the doorway, Jareth looked up and locked eyes with her. There was no emotion in the gaze and that disturbed her. Sarah moved determinedly past the archway and entered the door where Sebal was waiting. She entered the room cautiously not sure what she should expect. The room was someone's office and books covered all the walls. Two very large windows gave an impressive view of the maze below. A large black desk dominated the space on one side of the room. It was littered with papers and small objects. Sebal motioned Sarah to take a seat in one of the oversized chairs flanking the desk. He was pulling something out of an oversized gold box. Sarah waited quietly as Sebal carefully opened the big book and turned to the appropriate page.
"Sarah, do you know why you are here?"
"To be honest, no. Did I do something wrong?"
"No you haven't but that's not what I meant. Do you know why you returned to the underground?"
"Uh, I wished myself back." Sarah said and sighed in confusion. Sebal pinched the bridge of his nose in obvious frustration.
"Everyone in the underground has a purpose, just like everyone who goes through the Labyrinth has a need too. The underground in more than a place and the Labyrinth is more than a maze, it's an entity."
"Are you saying I didn't choose to come back?"
"Well you picked that up rather quickly. You got to choose to the time to come back but that's all. Everyone who comes through the Labyrinth comes back and most don't even leave. You see the Labyrinth forms a tether to your soul as soon as you touch the soil. That's how you and other humans get the magic. For most people it is only active down here."
"Ok, give me a sec to process all this. You're saying I was going to come back here, one way or another and that the magic I can do is from the Labyrinth."
"Yeah, in a nutshell."
"Ok, so why did I have to come back?"
"Because Sarah, everyone has a purpose, you more so than others."
"What do you mean?"
"Let me read you something.
To the white owl will come a test Push too hard and lose is best For should you lose the victor will return When the falcon returns either love or burn For the falcon must win all for everything to remain This is your task and it is great with pain."
"That sounds really familiar to me." Sarah said puzzled. "Who does it refer too?"
"Well, since the prophecy was given to King Jareth at birth, the owl is him. It is part of his crest and the animal he changes into most easily. His belief and mine is that you are the falcon referred too."
"No way." Sarah said pulling back into the chair.
"Yes, it makes perfect sense. You beat Jareth the first time you came. When you came back you put the second part of the prophecy into motion. All the changes and decay in the underground started when you came."
"Are you blaming me?" Sarah asked in a dispassionate voice.
"Jareth doesn't." Sebal answered darkly.
"Does that matter?"
"More than you can know."
"If you feel that way then why the hell are you telling me all this?" Sarah replied angrily.
"Because you are more powerful than Jareth." Sebal mumbled.
"Excuse me but what did you say?"
"You are more powerful than Jareth." Sebal thundered back. "And we are stuck counting on you to save our land."
"If that's the way you feel about it then." Sarah answered primly and rose from her chair. Sebal rose with her and grabbed her forearm as she started to turn away.
"Sarah, this is not a game. This is real life and the there are thousands of people counting on you to make the right decision." Sarah nodded curtly at his heated remark and jerking her arm from Sebal's grasp she left the room. Her anger propelled her out and down the nearest hallway into an expansive garden. Thousands of flowers were in bloom and neatly trimmed hedges bordered a stone walkway. She could hear a waterfall and the sounds of insects but they were all dimmed by the fury raging inside her mind. She silently called a crystal into her palm and asked for Jareth's location. Seething, she transported him to a spot directly in front of her. If she hadn't been so mad she probably would have laughed at the look on his face. To say he was surprised was an underestimation of his exact emotional state. His jaw was slack and his eyes opened widely by astonishment.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Sarah asked hotly.
"Huh?" Jareth said confused. Not that he minded being yanked out of hearing petitions but he could tell that this was not going to be pleasant.
"Why didn't you tell me about the prophecy and my reason for being here?"
"I don't know." He answered honestly and avoiding her gaze.
"Sebal spoke with me today."
"He did?" Jareth said, worry coloring his voice.
"Yeah, turns out, and it's the funniest thing. Not only am I here to save the underground but I'm also more powerful than you." Jareth hung his head and tried to control his reeling emotions. "Strange how you never mentioned that to me."
"What do you want, Sarah? You are starting to try my patience and I've been generous up to now." He said as his voice took on a steely quality.
"Show me how to fly." She said flatly.
"What?" He said stunned by her request.
"You heard me." Sarah said unperturbed.
"No way."
"The skies do not belong solely to you Goblin King."
"As you wish." Jareth said with a sigh knowing there would be nothing good to come from this. "Once you change into the shape you have chosen, the animals abilities will be instinctual. First, form an image in your mind of the animal you want to be. It must be highly detailed. Once you do that, put yourself, your essence, inside the image. You will know when you have done it correctly." Jareth finished quietly.
"That's all." Sarah asked shortly.
"Yes."
Almost instantaneously where Sarah once stood a falcon now perched on the ground. Pumping her wings furiously, Sarah slowly lifted off the ground and was floating on the winds above the castle. Jareth watched as Sarah headed east until he couldn't see her but her cries echoed back to his ears. Jareth disappeared quickly from the garden to his room. From the hall outside the sounds of many things breaking could be heard.
AN: Yes, I sort of borrowed the shape shift explanation from David Eddings. He explains it the best. The next installment should come soon. Oh and I don't own any of this.
AN: I'm so so sorry that it took so long for me to post this next chapter. I will try to do better. There are only a few chapter left. Please forgive me.
Chapter 8: Countdown
The doors to Sarah's room flew inward from the magical force Jareth applied. Across the room in an instant, he was pulled up short by the still body in the bed. Sarah lay perfectly still but cold bead of sweat had formed on her skin. He body was rigid and joints were locked tightly in place. He'd expected her to be writhing in the bed in the midst of a nightmare. So he reached out psychically to her mind. He was battered by the swirling emotions and haunted by the visions there. He withdrew slowly and calling in a damp cloth he bathed her face and neck. Stroking her bare arms he sent out tendrils or thought tinged with comfort and peace. God, how he loved this women. Even when she was 15 he could see what she would and could become. He stroked her face and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. At that touch, Sarah jerked awake and stared in shock a the man leaning over her. Why did she look so betrayed, Jareth wondered. I haven't done anything but love and acre for her.
"What are you doing?" Sarah asked in an angry biting voice.
"You called to me, I came." Jareth answered reasonably.
"I would never call you. I don't need any of your help."
"But..." Jareth said pulled up short by the fury in her eyes.
"Now get the hell out of my room." Sarah said curtly and pointed imperiously at the door.
"As you wish." Jareth answered in a defeated tone.
Sarah was surprised by the easy acceptance of her command. She had been expecting a severe dressing down for using such a tone with him. The doors to her room swing silently closed and Sarah jumped from the confining bed and ran to the window. Leaning as far out as possible, Sarah began to take deep breaths to calm her racing heart. The dream, nightmare, vision was still fresh in her mind. She was surrounded by pain and suffering in hazy, indistinct forms. The darkness battered at her, seduced her to give in. If only she let go, everything would be okay. All the pain, the feelings of depression and anxiety would be replaced with something else. What that was Sarah didn't know. The scary thing was that she was close to giving in. Her rational mind had a majority rule over her heart and was pulling at her. If Jareth hadn't come to her instinctual yell, who knows what might have happened. Sarah shuddered at the thought and a chill fell over her body. Jareth's behavior was so out of character. The gracious escort at dinner, the parts she could remember, and so concerned about her well being. He would have never accepted her order so blithely before now. Something must have really gotten to him Shaking her head to clear the lingering fuzziness, Sarah strode to the bathroom thinking that a nice hot bath would make her feel better. She was way to keyed up to sleep now anyways. As the warm water filled the tub Sarah let her mind relax and the scent of lavender fill the air. Surrounded by all this luxury and freedom she wondered why she hadn't wished herself away sooner. She did miss Toby. Not that she had seen him much since being kicked out of the house but at least aboveground she could call him. He would be so big by now. And kids grow up so fast. A thought popped into her head, if Jareth can watch people then why can't I. Sarah quickly called in a crystal, a skill she'd picked up rather quickly. She cupped the crystal in her hands and said, "Show me the child." Clouds swirled inside the ball but soon disappeared as Toby's sleeping form came through. He was curled up in his bed with a tattered stuffed bear tucked securely in the crook of his arm. He had grown so much since the last time she'd seen him. He was going to grow up without her, grow up and forget her. Tears started to form and ran freely down her cheeks. Toby was the one person who loved her freely. He had explicit trust, which was more than she could say for anybody else. More tears fell as she remembered how bad things had gotten before she left and the pain that had accompanied the harsh words. Leaning her head back on the warm marble, Sarah sighed and reminded herself that this was her life now. Teaching children, something she'd never thought to do before, was more fulfilling than she thought it would be. As she went to banish the crystal she remembered another person she wanted to check on. What was that phrase; turn about's fair play.
The black silk sheets were tangled around the legs of the bed's lone occupant. His pale skin stood out in stark relief to the colors around him. Blond hair was tangled across his face obscuring his features. Everything was laid bare. This truly was Jareth in all his glory. Sarah could not deny that the man was attractive. He was the source of quite a few non-scary dreams over the past few years. For Sarah, men had been few and far between during high school. After high school was only slightly less spotty. To say she had trust issues would be the understatement of the century. Just watching him sleep caused little flutters in her belly. Seeing him this vulnerable and unprotected gave Sarah a new idea of just who Jareth was. Then his eyes popped open and bored into hers, holding the gaze through the crystal. He looked so shocked to know that she was watching him. It's about time that he knew how I felt all those years, Sarah thought. The shock in his eyes shifted to a seductive gaze and Sarah was helpless but to watch as Jareth stretched sinuously in the middle of the big bed. He was teasing her! When Jareth stepped from the bed, Sarah quickly banished the crystal but not before hearing his laughter echo back to her. Embarrassment flushed her cheeks and Sarah ducked her whole body under the surface of the water.
After dressing and eating an early breakfast, Sarah found her way to the crèche without much trouble. Sarah was able to see the parents dropping off their children and match up with child belong to which parent. The bizarre thing was that except for the extremely exotic looking parents, everyone looked like normal aboveground people. They looked like people she would meet on the street. Sarah was able to say a quick "Hi" to Kilera before she rushed out the door. Taylena had assembled the children for breakfast and Sarah was putting away outerwear when a cheer went up from behind her. She turned quickly and was dumbfounded by the tableau before her. The Goblin King was covered with kids. There was one on his back, two in his arms, and several clinging to his legs. He was laughing and smiling in such a way that Sarah was able to clearly see the man behind the crown. He levitated the kids off him all at once, holding and spinning them in the air, a game they'd obviously played before. He cleared his throat to call for attention and struck a regal pose.
"Children, have you been good?" He asked in a mock serious voice.
"Yes, your majesty." They answered him in unison.
"Do you obey your teachers?"
"Yes, your majesty." They replied again.
"You do remember what will happen if you don't?"
"The Bog of Eternal Stench!!" They replied with suitable apprehension but smiles on their faces.
"Very well." Jareth replied. "See that you continue to do so." With that he turned and walked out the back door. Sarah hurried to follow him and was startled to find him waiting. "Did you enjoy the show, Sarah?" He asked mischievously.
"I don't know what you are referring too?" Sarah lied quickly.
"Oh really, then I must be imagining things." He said shaking his head in mock confusion.
"Why are you here? Did you come just to mess with me?" She accused.
"These children are my subjects too." He replied, his eyes narrowing in warning. "I see them almost every week. I love them. Don't assume that everything is about you, little girl." He ended his sentence in a swirl of glitter and smoke leaving Sarah alone in the courtyard. A little hand was tugging at hers and she looked down to see Linaya smiling up at her.
"Don't you like King Jareth, Sarah?" She asked in a quiet little voice.
"Sometimes not very much." Sarah answered honestly.
"How come?" The child asked the inevitable question.
"I have no clue." Sarah said and scooped Linaya up into her and they went inside to start the days' lesson.
Sebal was waiting outside the crèche when Sarah walked out at the end of the day. "Sarah I need to speak with you." He said sternly. Why do I feel like I'm going to the principal's office, Sarah thought. I hope I haven't broken any laws or anything. Sarah could feel her anxiety building as Sebal led her higher into the castle. Sarah paused to stare as they passed the throne room. Jareth was holding court and was surrounded by assorted goblins and humans. There were several beautiful women stationed off to the side of this throne. It just figures that he has a harem, Sarah thought angrily. Just as she was about to clear the doorway, Jareth looked up and locked eyes with her. There was no emotion in the gaze and that disturbed her. Sarah moved determinedly past the archway and entered the door where Sebal was waiting. She entered the room cautiously not sure what she should expect. The room was someone's office and books covered all the walls. Two very large windows gave an impressive view of the maze below. A large black desk dominated the space on one side of the room. It was littered with papers and small objects. Sebal motioned Sarah to take a seat in one of the oversized chairs flanking the desk. He was pulling something out of an oversized gold box. Sarah waited quietly as Sebal carefully opened the big book and turned to the appropriate page.
"Sarah, do you know why you are here?"
"To be honest, no. Did I do something wrong?"
"No you haven't but that's not what I meant. Do you know why you returned to the underground?"
"Uh, I wished myself back." Sarah said and sighed in confusion. Sebal pinched the bridge of his nose in obvious frustration.
"Everyone in the underground has a purpose, just like everyone who goes through the Labyrinth has a need too. The underground in more than a place and the Labyrinth is more than a maze, it's an entity."
"Are you saying I didn't choose to come back?"
"Well you picked that up rather quickly. You got to choose to the time to come back but that's all. Everyone who comes through the Labyrinth comes back and most don't even leave. You see the Labyrinth forms a tether to your soul as soon as you touch the soil. That's how you and other humans get the magic. For most people it is only active down here."
"Ok, give me a sec to process all this. You're saying I was going to come back here, one way or another and that the magic I can do is from the Labyrinth."
"Yeah, in a nutshell."
"Ok, so why did I have to come back?"
"Because Sarah, everyone has a purpose, you more so than others."
"What do you mean?"
"Let me read you something.
To the white owl will come a test Push too hard and lose is best For should you lose the victor will return When the falcon returns either love or burn For the falcon must win all for everything to remain This is your task and it is great with pain."
"That sounds really familiar to me." Sarah said puzzled. "Who does it refer too?"
"Well, since the prophecy was given to King Jareth at birth, the owl is him. It is part of his crest and the animal he changes into most easily. His belief and mine is that you are the falcon referred too."
"No way." Sarah said pulling back into the chair.
"Yes, it makes perfect sense. You beat Jareth the first time you came. When you came back you put the second part of the prophecy into motion. All the changes and decay in the underground started when you came."
"Are you blaming me?" Sarah asked in a dispassionate voice.
"Jareth doesn't." Sebal answered darkly.
"Does that matter?"
"More than you can know."
"If you feel that way then why the hell are you telling me all this?" Sarah replied angrily.
"Because you are more powerful than Jareth." Sebal mumbled.
"Excuse me but what did you say?"
"You are more powerful than Jareth." Sebal thundered back. "And we are stuck counting on you to save our land."
"If that's the way you feel about it then." Sarah answered primly and rose from her chair. Sebal rose with her and grabbed her forearm as she started to turn away.
"Sarah, this is not a game. This is real life and the there are thousands of people counting on you to make the right decision." Sarah nodded curtly at his heated remark and jerking her arm from Sebal's grasp she left the room. Her anger propelled her out and down the nearest hallway into an expansive garden. Thousands of flowers were in bloom and neatly trimmed hedges bordered a stone walkway. She could hear a waterfall and the sounds of insects but they were all dimmed by the fury raging inside her mind. She silently called a crystal into her palm and asked for Jareth's location. Seething, she transported him to a spot directly in front of her. If she hadn't been so mad she probably would have laughed at the look on his face. To say he was surprised was an underestimation of his exact emotional state. His jaw was slack and his eyes opened widely by astonishment.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Sarah asked hotly.
"Huh?" Jareth said confused. Not that he minded being yanked out of hearing petitions but he could tell that this was not going to be pleasant.
"Why didn't you tell me about the prophecy and my reason for being here?"
"I don't know." He answered honestly and avoiding her gaze.
"Sebal spoke with me today."
"He did?" Jareth said, worry coloring his voice.
"Yeah, turns out, and it's the funniest thing. Not only am I here to save the underground but I'm also more powerful than you." Jareth hung his head and tried to control his reeling emotions. "Strange how you never mentioned that to me."
"What do you want, Sarah? You are starting to try my patience and I've been generous up to now." He said as his voice took on a steely quality.
"Show me how to fly." She said flatly.
"What?" He said stunned by her request.
"You heard me." Sarah said unperturbed.
"No way."
"The skies do not belong solely to you Goblin King."
"As you wish." Jareth said with a sigh knowing there would be nothing good to come from this. "Once you change into the shape you have chosen, the animals abilities will be instinctual. First, form an image in your mind of the animal you want to be. It must be highly detailed. Once you do that, put yourself, your essence, inside the image. You will know when you have done it correctly." Jareth finished quietly.
"That's all." Sarah asked shortly.
"Yes."
Almost instantaneously where Sarah once stood a falcon now perched on the ground. Pumping her wings furiously, Sarah slowly lifted off the ground and was floating on the winds above the castle. Jareth watched as Sarah headed east until he couldn't see her but her cries echoed back to his ears. Jareth disappeared quickly from the garden to his room. From the hall outside the sounds of many things breaking could be heard.
AN: Yes, I sort of borrowed the shape shift explanation from David Eddings. He explains it the best. The next installment should come soon. Oh and I don't own any of this.