Re-Updated: 26/02/05

Disclaimer: It's mine! All mine! I absolutely refuse to say that it wasn't! I worked and sweated over these miserable chapters! I mean, what's the worst that could happen? (Cliché attack, large safe falls on author's head; result is a strange gooey puddle on floor.)

…: Signifies memories within dreams.

A/N: Before I start, I figure that I might as well tell you guys what's going on again. Dagger was fighting a bunch of Epitaphs that kept on imitating her best friends until she lost. Currently, she's unconscious.

The little girl gasped as a breath-takingly cold spray of seawater attacked her face. She screamed when the boat rocked violently, causing her to slam into her mother's waiting arms. The situation had been similar for many long and endless days. The boat would jolt in the unmerciful sea, she would fall, most likely achieving fractures and bruises by now, if it weren't for the fact that each time, her mother would be there, catching her and protecting her, even when no protection was possible. She tried to hold back a sob as she clutched her thin cloak and gazed into her mother's beautiful face, which showed the same fear and apprehension as her own.

"Mommy," she sniffled, holding hugging her mother tightly. "Will we live? I don't wanna die!"

She looked up, hoping for some sign of reassurance from her mother's warm brown eyes, to her surprise, she thought she saw tears running down her fair cheeks, though she wasn't sure as it was mingling with the rain. The little girl's mother shook her head and didn't answer, trying to keep the boat in the right direction, towards the nearest continent.

The little girl shook her dark hair out of her eyes and risked a peek over the side of the boat. Nothing had changed. The waves were still swirling and crashing upon them, trying to crush their fragile bodies, the wind howled with untold fury, egging on the other elements, its only goal seem to be to cause them further misery. Above them, the sky was a mass of steely gray; its clouds had yet to be parted, refusing to let the sun make even a faint impression upon the world. She shivered, of a thought this time than of cold, she remembered the legend that the village elders once told.

"When the summoners of this fair land depart," she remembered an old man saying, a Seer many believed him to be, he went by the name of Jair Carol, "the sky, wind, water and sun will rage and mourn. Many a bad day will the survivors encounter."

His words were met with snickers and disbelieving glances from his audience, he predicted a lot of strange things before, but this had to be one of the most absurd. The smallest child with fair skin and dark hair and eyes didn't think so, she had a great respect for him, she merely gasped and inched closer to him and the campfire, wrapping her arms around her legs. She gazed up at him wonderingly. He looked down at her briefly and gave her a small quavery smile before resuming his prediction.

"The balance of the world will be upset, chaos will reign in years to come and the circle of souls will swell to a rate that we have yet to imagine. This will be the beginning of the end and the end of the beginning, our tribe may perish, though few may live, regretful they're lives shall be," he glanced around, his tone darkening and he suddenly reached into his pouch. "Don't believe me, do you?" he said sadly and despairingly, yet rather calmly, "I have the curse and gift, to see beyond the mundane, now, I bestow both to all of you who gather here, look into the fire I say! Look!"

The girl drew in her breath expectantly and fearfully at the same time, staring at the flickering orange flames before her. Meanwhile, Jair was gesturing grandiosely, in one hand, he gripped a fistful of sparkly black powder dotted with silver, with a wave of his arm; he threw it into the fire. There was a slight poof of strange smelling smoke, reminding the girl of burnt socks, other than that, nothing happened. The audience continued waiting with bated breath; still the object of their attention remained the same. Already, the child could here a few villagers snickering and nudging each other, obviously making fun of the Seer.

Strangely, she got onto her hands and knees and crawled forward slightly, staring intensely into the flames. She caught her breath as she saw it, twisted dark shadows howling and moaning in pain, diving in and out of her sight, all of them being blasted by strokes of lightning from the sky it was a storm like nothing that she had seen before, huge beams of light tore their bodies apart, buildings crumbled and was reduced to mere piles of rubble within seconds. For a long while, the beautiful land of Madain Sari lay, rotting and gathering dust, till at last, two figures emerged out of the wreckage, a mere babe and an old stooped man. The man died, and the young child, no more than five, was left alone. Little strange creatures with pompons on their heads began to gather there, making the place their home and caring for the child. At last, a blue aura emerged, the child and another from a far off land joined, becoming a bright burst of light.

At this, she stumbled back in shock, still blinking from the light she saw. She glanced up at the Seer and he gave her another knowing smile. "You saw it?" he asked kindly, watching her nod slowly and solemnly. "I knew not, that in this audience gathered before me, that only a mere six year old child would be able to understand and see what I try to show," he looked towards everyone who all seemed to be confused. "You cannot 'see' m' dear, but your mind is clearer than most, no... only I, and I alone have been cursed and blessed with the Sight..."

"YO! Gramps, what the heck are you talking about?" asked a burly teenager rudely, Flick was his name, and it was a well known fact that he had very little patience for anything that he couldn't deal with his fists. "You call us all here for some big meeting, and you end up blabbering about nothing that you claim none of us can see except for this ... this kid!" he gestured at her roughly.

"Sorry you had to see that, at such a tender age," he apologized, looking truly regretful. "I believe it to be our fate, and yet, fates can be changed. You are special, child," his dark eyes bored into her piercingly, as though he were reading her very soul. "You will make a difference, you are different. Unlike certain others I could mention," he changed his tone from soft and coaxing to slightly harsher. "Whose minds seem to be far more mundane. As we know, the tin with the least rocks, make the most noise."

Flick opened and closed his mouth in anger while a light ripple of laughter ran through the crowd, he bent down towards her in the pretense of picking up his walking stick. "It will happen soon, child. You're destined to be great, but I fear, for the wrong causes. Whatever may happen, remember-you - are - not- weak!"

And then, he was gone.

To that day, she still had no idea what the old man talking about, but he was right, she admitted with a shiver, the balance of magic was upset, the elements raged and mourned, and the survivors suffered. She sank back into the boat and curled into a tight ball, she was so hungry, but she knew that her mother had to be hungrier.

They had traveled in the rickety old boat for almost five days, and had only the barest scraps of food in their trunk. It was by sheer luck that they were not in the village when the storm came; they had gone sailing, under the urging and encouragement of the village Seer. Her mother had refused to eat a single morsel of their rations, keeping it all for her daughter.

The little girl moved cautiously over to her mother and held her cold stiff fingers in her little freezing numb hands. She screamed suddenly, but her voice was lost in the wind. She had seen huge and painfully hard rocks looming before them, it would take only one strong wave to push them in that direction, and that would be their end. Despite the fact that she was only six years old, she was amazingly mature in mind. She could picture the way the rocks' ragged edges would tear into their tender flesh, and how their bones would shatter as they were flung mercilessly against the stone again and again.

She forcefully broke off her train of thought and moved closer to her mother who was chanting as loudly as she could.

"My lord, Leviathan!

God of thy waters and sea,

Yee who quenches thy land.

I pray for thee to extend a helping hand.

Sail thy boat so far and wide,

Avoid those waters of which rocks collide!

Save thy daughter, hear thy plea!

Bring ye serpentine strength,

I beg of thee!"

The girl could feel her mother's already fading strength wan away, for she had had to contribute power to keep the God under her control and in this world. She pursed her lips tightly and squeezed her eyes shut, concentrating as she had never concentrated before. Her mother glanced at her, blinking in surprise, but she smiled for the first time in days. Both their horns shone brightly in the dim grey light, and the mighty God, Leviathan, rose from the sea with a fearful, thundering roar.

With a simple twist of his body and a flick of his tail, the boat was thrown over the rocks and sped along the vicious waves. Beside the child, her mother collapsed, but she continued straining and fighting to keep Leviathan on Gaia. They continued miraculously dodging danger, at the side of their boat, she could catch sight of flashes of silver blue, the powerful sea serpent speeding them along so fast that small pieces of the boat was being blown away.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, when she could see a faint dark shape in the distance, which she guessed was one of the continents, did she break off the summons and allow herself to slump gratefully beside her mother. Breathing hard, she glanced at the figure beside her; lightning illuminated the body for a second and her eyes widened as they took in the sight before them. Her mother seemed to be barely alive; her skin was completely white, except for the slight tinges of grey. She knelt hurriedly and took her hand, trying to feel a pulse. At her daughter's touch, the lady opened her eyes wearily and her lips twitched.

"Sarah," she murmured, her once melodious voice was hoarse and slightly cracked, "I'm not..."

Abruptly, the boat rocked dangerously. Sarah was thrown to one side, but her mother used her own body as a shield, when they both slammed against the side, she took the brunt of the blow. A small trickle of blood came out of her mouth, passing her cracked pale lips.

"Sarah," she gasped again, "I want you to know that your father... your father's leaving, it wasn't your fault." She lifted a hand to stem her daughter's protests. "I love you, and even if I die, you must continue, I ask you of one last thing," she looked imploringly into her child's eyes. "Don't hate me for what I must do now."

Suddenly, she stood up weakly, gripping the side of the boat in an effort to keep on her feet.

"O thy eidolons on the elements,

As one summoner fades from the earth,

Another must live to keep the balance,

As leader of thy lost clan,

I bestow upon my daughter, my successor,

The power to control all the gods

Of the legendary summoners who will be lost,

My spirit, my power, will be the first,

My protection will forever linger in her blood,

And in turn, her children.

Fulfill thy last wish, may she not come to harm.

In return, I offer thy soul.

Now! The transfer will begin!"

Sarah was as still as a statue from shock. Her mother had floated a foot or so above the boat and was glowing like and angel, all around them, the sea and sky seemed to have frozen, except for occasional flashes of lightning. Slowly, and rather imperiously, her mother raised her had and pointed at her. Jets of white rays fired themselves from her finger, but instead of blasting her apart, she absorbed the power.

She screamed and shrieked like a wild animal, the pain was nearly unbearable as the floating woman continued to channel power to her. While she struggled and writhed, she could see all her mother's summons rearing up terrifyingly before her, ice goddess, Shiva, entrapped in a fortress of ice, Bahamut, raging in it's own power, Leviathan, shooting up from a tremendous whirlpool, many others followed, swirling in her head until she just wished that she could die. Death is nothing compared to this, she thought desperately, let me die! Please, just let me die!

Before she knew it, it was over. Her knees bucked, and she landed heavily on the deck, somewhere near her, she heard her mother fall as well. Blearily, she opened her eyes and saw her mother move for the last time, unable to speak and too weak to use her voice, she mouthed the words, "Safe journey and... goodbye..."

…

"What's that thing?" Came a hoarse gruff voice, sounding amazed.

"Is it dead?" came another.

"You! Get out of my way!" said a woman; her tone indicated that she was used to being obeyed.

The voices were ringing in Sarah's head, making it throb and ache. She was only semi-conscious and her mind was feeling rather fuzzy. She tried to open her eyes, but when she did so, the sun's piercing light made her eyes water and increased her pain. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her mother, and she refused to let go. She managed to focus her eyes on the person in front of her. It was a beautiful young woman with toffee colored hair.

"O good Alexander!" she shrieked, cupping the girl's face softly.

"General Beatrix! What seems to be the problem?" asked someone else who had a deep and commanding tone.

"My king," murmured the woman gently hoisting Sarah on her lap, her mother, still held on at her side. She shifted so that the soldiers couldn't see what she was holding. "Perhaps the citizens of Alexandria need not know the tragedy that has befallen us this day."

"Wait. You actually mean..." he knelt closer until Sarah could see his face. He had a strong chin, straight nose and deep brown eyes; his dark brown hair was receding and had shots of gray along with his moustache. He had a handsomely distinguished look and a manner of supreme authority.

"You and you!" He barked suddenly, pointing at the two who were still peering over his shoulder curiously. "Inform Doctor Tot immediately that he is needed here at once! Tell him that I order him not to make the announcement, that there is a better alternative."

Breathing rather heavily, he bended again and cradled Sarah in his arms while General Beatrix tried to pry her fingers of her mother's arm.

"This is one strong child," she grunted, as she struggled to free Sarah's death grip. "It's her mother, I suppose. Must have died when they were traveling here. Considering the storm that raged the seas for those days, it's amazing that she survived."

"Good Lord! What's that on her forehead?" exclaimed the man, suddenly, turning her around so that she faced the woman who had finally gotten Sarah to let go.

"I don't know, sir," she replied, shifting her mother away from Sarah. "The other one has one just like it. I think it's a horn. They probably came from an unexplored continent, there are many strange tribes out there."

"I suppose." muttered the man thoughtfully. "This may be a problem though, no one would believe that she's Garnet with that. I mean, my daughter wouldn't just grow a horn!"

With growling apprehension, Sarah looked back and forth while they continued to talk, not really noticing or caring that she understood. She wanted to do something, or run away from these people, she could sense that one of them was about to do something that might possibly harm her. She tried to explain what had happened to her village and her mother, but nothing escaped her lips besides an incoherent gurgle.

He glanced at her when she made that sound and frowned. "General," he said. "Kindly hand me your sword, please."

"My Lord, what are you attempting...?"

"I'm sorry," he said in a soft and kind tone, taking the sword Beatrix had handed to him. "I don't want to cause you pain, but I don't have much of a choice."

"Your Highness, no!" screamed the General.

Sarah realized the King's intentions a split second before it happened. She yelled and rolled over quickly, the sword missing her by inches. She gasped at the pain the movement caused her, still, she tried to crawl away. Her limbs wouldn't work properly and she was panicking. But, even in her plight, she was beating her weakness. Had she not been so weak, she might have been able to save her mother. Had she been a capable fighter, she could defend herself from these strangers with dark intentions. Had she -

The sword came down with a flash and sliced her horn cleanly off, cutting off her scream and thoughts. From then on, she always had a feeling of resentment to her weakness, but she never knew why.

……

"Hiyah, Garnet! How's my Princess doing?" asked King Leethan til Alexandros III with an indulgent tone and smile. He picked her up and twirled her around, her shoulder length hair flew out and she giggled happily, chubby arms flailing.

"It's my birthday, Daddy! I'm 9 years old! See my pretty dress?" she giggled again and spun clumsily, showing off her new silk frock, made by one of the most skilled tailors in the continent. "Thanks for the gift!"

"Only the best for my little girl!" replied her father, ruffling her hair, fondly. "How 'bout this? You come meet me in the field near the lake in a few minutes! I'll have your real gift there."

"Oooh!" she squealed, her eyes going as round as saucers at the prospect.

She let her father strode around the corner before running after him gleefully. She rounded the corner at top speed, as not to lose sight of her prey and -

WHAM.

She found herself sitting on the floor and staring at a tall metal figure in front of her. A tall rusting metal figure to be exact.

"Princess!' yelled the Captain of the knights of Pluto, Adalbert Steiner. "What are you doing? Running around in your best dress! Your hair is all messed up! Come, we'll get a maid to fix you up and-"

Garnet pouted. Steiner certainly wasn't going to listen about gifts. He would make sure that she was neat and tidy like a little lady before he let her go again. She wanted to know what the surprise was and she wanted to know now!

"Steiner!" she screeched suddenly, after receiving a burst of inspiration. "Beatrix and her soldiers are... are apprehending someone at the... the entrance who was trying to sneak into the castle! A - a thief! They need help!"

"What?" he yelled, straightening and charging down the hall. "I, Captain Steiner shall do my duty and assist them! I serve the royal family and will now gladly…" His voice and loud footsteps faded into the distance.

She smiled to herself and skipped towards the gardens. Her fresh young face glowed prettily as she was wreathed in smiles being near her destination, anticipating her gift. But, her happiness was short lived. Suddenly, a loud yell and gasp of pain broke the peace of her child's mind. She froze, realizing that she recognized that voice. She made a mad dash towards its source, searching frantically. And then, she saw a scene that made her heart stop.

King Leethan lay on the ground, his proud form bloodied and bruised, his craggy, handsome face torn and riddled with gashes. The only reason that she could identify the man before her was because of the Alexandrian crest. Above him, stood a small cloaked figure, barely larger than she, who was swathed in black. She could not see past the hood covering it's face, all she knew was that it was raising a silver dagger, preparing to plunge it into her father's chest. She screamed desperately, in hopes of drawing the attacker's attention away from her father. She charged at it, screaming at the top of her voice, trying to knock it over.

The moment Garnet collided with the attacker, she felt as though she had just run into a brick wall. She bounced back, landing on her behind, whereas it hadn't moved an atom's width, merely staring at her, perhaps stunned by her stupidity. She got up again, shouting at it to leave her father alone, hammering at it with her tiny fists, it stood no taller than her, and yet, she could not make it budge, it was too strong, she was too weak.

"Garnet... no... g-go..." her father tried to warn her away weakly.

This seemed to bring the startled figure back to its senses. It grabbed the hapless child by the collar and tossed her roughly away, causing her to skid spectacularly. She lay, slumped on the floor, still dizzy from the impact of her fall. Yet, this did not prevent her from watching it bury the weapon into her father's heart, until only the hilt could be seen. At this, the attacker jumped to the nearest pillar, before going, it whirled around, its faceless head staring at her.

"Happy Birthday, Princess," it spat out the last word with distaste, like poison. Its voice was one of a child, but it was filled with hatred and anger, so dark and dangerous, making Garnet want to curl up into a ball and hug herself. It was so chilling, like the grating of bone being rubbed against bone. She caught sight of a whisk of gold hair and heard the swish of a tail as it made its escape, but she couldn't have cared less. She ran to her father, trying to tug the dagger from his chest, but it was too late. He was in tatters, lying in a pool of his own blood with one arm nearly ripped off.

"D-daddy!" she sobbed, screaming like a wild animal.

"Garnet... shhh..." the king struggled to speak, coughing an spitting out blood in the process. "Let's ... not think about misery…" he gasped for air, " I don't want m-my...last mo-moments with my… baby to be s-sad ones..."

Garnet tried to stop crying, for her father's sake, she held his bloodied hand to her wet cheek.

"Now..." he blinked, clearly trying to focus. "How do... you... like y- your...gift?"

She stared, then looked around her in surprise. The plain barren patch of land which once stood there was now gone. In its place were beautiful and rare flowers of every kind. There was a gorgeous marble pathway, decorated with the most valuable stones on Gaia, leading down the stairs that was made from the same material. It was all carefully paved over, and carved by talented hands. When she walked down the steps, she could see the lake, calm surface rippling slightly in the breeze, a lovely shade of sapphire, across it was Alexandria castle, its tall gleaming spire shining proudly in the noon sunlight. The whole thing, flower garden in particular, wasn't very big, small, which made it seem far more special and precious to her young mind.

Garnet hadn't noticed the drastic change when she first came, blinded by her foolish attempt to save her father. She walked back up the stairs, taking in how lovingly decorated everything was. All the plants were specially picked, leaves shone from tiny ones that were the palest shade of green to some that were twice as large as her hands and almost dark enough to be black. The blossoms were tenderly chosen and looked after, every plant, bush, bud and leaf were arranged, emitting waves of fragrance and ineffable beauty. There were powdery, pale toned, the most violent color by far, was a cheerful shade of yellow. There were no harsh, rough tones, as though her father, giving his daughter only happiness and peace, was erasing all the painful bits of reality from the world. She breathed in deeply, sniffing the sweet scents, recognizing the flowers to be of a special breed that was guaranteed to help traumatized people.

Her father coughed weakly, bringing her back to earth, "Daddy," she whispered, her eyes shining with tears and happiness, touched by all the effort her father had put in, "I love it! I-I..."

The king smiled shakily, showing several broken and missing teeth. "I hoped that... that you'd like i-it, I've... I've been working... on it... for months." He choked, spitting out blood and using his one good arm to clutch his side, "I planted... it myself, I want you... to... to see it as more than a pretty garden... I want y-you to see it... as a gift... of peace."

"Daddy!" she sniffled, crying again and hugging him tightly. "I will! I love it! I love you!"

"I - I know that there will... be..." he seemed to get weaker and whither away by the second. "Be hard times ahead of you a-and... this place will help... after all... we buried her here. (he struggled to continue.) I want to tell... You about... about your past..."

Garnet continued to cling, but stiffened abruptly, she had a flashback, seeing a glimpse of silver, swooping down on her and a high-pitched scream followed. She blinked and uttered "Huh?"

He noticed her reaction, and shook his head quickly, wincing in pain as he did so. "Never mind... R-remember... I love y-you... like my own daughter... I'm sorry... F-for what I ...did last time. G-goodbye... And happy birthday..."

His head lolled back, life leaving his body, turning it into an empty shell, a mere vessel. "DAD! DADDY! NO! NOOOO!" Garnet shrieked, realizing what was happening. "Please! Please, Daddy! Don't leave me! I need you!" she continued, howling madly while grasping him tightly, refusing to let go.

Later, the guards would come, trying to tear away the hysterical child from her father, followed by her heart-broken mother. Days later, after constant insistence from the princess, the new garden became her father's new home, and also her hidey-hole. Her father had meant it to be a tranquil spot for her, and she could find nothing more helpful for her anguished soul than her late father's presence. She would sit there for hours at a time, talking calmly to his grave, telling him about her life or tending to the greenery around her.

Only months later, when the calm came after the storm, did she wonder about her father's last words to her.

……

The 16-year-old girl ran, her dark hair streaming after her. Fear was ripping through her youthful heart, somehow knowing that something terrible was about to happen. Behind her, she could hear a blonde boy's shouts, asking her to wait up, the sound of heavy breathing reached her ears, followed by an 'oof' as the black mage fell, but the boy was still hot on her trail.

She continued her desperate race; the wind whipping her locks wildly, blowing the tall grass. A short distance away, she could make out flashes of light, the smell of smoke and gunpowder from cannons clogged up her senses, the unnaturally dark sky seemed to loom over her threateningly. In her heart, she had guessed what was happening, but she refused to believe it, refused to do so until she saw everything with her own eyes. An icy fist gripped her soul as she recognized the crest on one of the ships, she had seen it everyday, it was her kingdom's symbol after all. Dangerous cannon balls, some of them even living creatures that burned brightly were being shot at her Uncle's castle.

"Dagger!" the boy behind her tried again. "Dagger! Wait up!"

She continued to ignore him. Already she could hear faint screams of fear and the wailing of children. Far away, at one of Lindblum's grand turrets, wood and glass splintered and several uniformed clad figures that were on fire fell out, those that were still alive died seconds later from the impact of their fall. Their deaths passed unnoticed in the midst of fury, of havoc, only the young lady saw them. She ran even faster, tucking away her newly acquired Peridot into her pocket. She saw fire spurting out of another window, more bodies fell out, one that was on fire, the other spewing fire.

"Mother!" she hissed, running out of breath, "Mother, how could you?"

She stopped suddenly, the hollow part of her, the vast empty space in her being that had existed ever since she lost her eidolons stirred. The boy jogged up to her, surprised that she had halted. Sure enough, her instinct was right. A jagged beam of light shot from the heavens hitting the ground, causing a blinding explosion. When the swirling dust cleared, the god Atomos could be seen, lurching out of the ground like a massive worm, rearing up Its impressive bulk. Its mouth was gaping open, drawing in a deep breath; it sucked up helpless innocent beings.

Dagger saw it as though it was happening in slow motion. The brave soldiers of Lindblum, risking their lives to save their beloved home, guilty of nothing but courage and loyalty. Black Mages, mere mindless destructive creatures, knowing nothing, feeling nothing, fearing nothing. They were so pitiful, created to destroy, given life to take life, having no other goal but to kill, even now, not understanding that they were being sucked to their death. Then came the innocent citizens, some grown, some barely children, every single one of them was screaming and flailing wildly, clutching on to stray pieces of wood, in vain hope that it would save them. All of them, and everything not firmly attached to the ground was tugged into the god's open mouth, never to be seen again.

She couldn't take it. This is my eidolon! she thought frantically. It was my eidolon, she corrected herself bitterly, but I must still have some power over it. She concentrated, willing it to stop, commanding it, ordering it, forcing and begging it to listen to her plea, but no response came. She fell to her knees in despair, the horrified cries of her mother's victims stabbing her heart. This was all her fault! These people! These lives and souls! They were all going to die because of her, because of her weakness. She had been too foolish to suspect her mother's intentions, too weak to prevent the extraction spell, too weak to control her own eidolon. Too weak to resist Kuja. Too weak to even stop her mother's army, to save those people.

The boy's arm came, patting her gently on her back as he, too, witnessed the scene of horror before them She kneeled on the ground, burying her face into her hands, sobbing at how pathetic she was. Gusts of wind continued to bring their tortured cries towards her, and all she could so was cry. Too weak and hapless to do anything, to make any difference, but cry.

A/N: Hi... god, I'm exhausted. OK, first off, I'm really sorry, I've had the most rotten luck so I couldn't update very fast. I'd like to thank twil1ght and g0r1 for helping me. I can't thank all of you personally, because I've twisted a tendon and may have cracked my wrist bone, so it really hurts to type. It's my own stupid fault for trying that stunt during cheerleading practice. Ow. I don't think I'll be able to write anytime soon, so if you want to know when it's updated, tell me, and I'll e-mail you. See ya... Ugh.