Chapter Two:
Jinx

Sheppard had spent the better part of ten minutes going from statue to statue, looking at each with mild interest. He did enjoy a museum like anyone else, but; to be quite honest this was just plain boring. Ford had been gone for what seemed forever, John had a bad feeling about him getting caught up with Teyla, putting more then a few bad pictures in his mind. John stopped a moment raising a hand to rub his eyes.

Alright Johnny-boy, enough of that. He scolded himself inwardly, opening his eyes to find himself standing in front of a particularly odd statue. This one depicted a man, young, clothed in long robes, his face completely stern except for the comical part where he was missing his nose.

"Bummer." Sheppard mumbled with a smirk and was about to move on when he noticed that the man was pointing across the room. Curiosity getting the better of him, John turned following the man's finger. Might as well see what's important enough to point out I suppose. Got nothing better to do.He shrugged, walking across the temple in the direction the statue had pointed, getting a brief but strange look from McKay as he passed by, which, the Major ignored.

He found that across the room, there was a statue of a woman, a hood pulled over to shadow her face. She, stood with her arms stretched in front of her, palms to the floor. Sheppard's head shifted back in perplexity and he glanced downwards to his boots. There was something by the edge of his shoe, something unusual enough to make the Major squat down and run his hand over the stone tile, wiping the grime and small rocks off its surface.

Words. In fact, several words lay beneath the debris.

Conjoined lines creating symbols of scrolling words, three to be precise arranged one on top of the other forming three rows. He was about to mention it to McKay when he glanced to his left, noticing the very statue next to this one depicted what Sheppard could have guessed once resembled another woman. This one had been broken from her left shoulder all the way down to her waist, cleaved nearly in half down the middle. Though most prominent was the half that remained; the woman seemed to be looking down towards the floor, arm held forward pointing an accusing finger straight towards the ground.

John crept over and rubbed the dirt from the tile right in front of the statue's tall pedestal, he found no words there like the statue to the right, but what he did find was that as he pushed the debris away he felt a cold draft, a refreshing one compared to the stagnant heat of the temple. The Major narrowed his eyes, moving closer and hovering his hand slowly over the tile, determining that the draft was coming from where the statue's pedestal met the floor. He wiped at the bottom edge, smoothing his finger over the tile and saw a small seam form in his finger's wake, the dust practically blowing up from the air currents below.

"I uh, think I found something." Sheppard spoke up, causing McKay to jerk from the sudden noise. He replied with an irritated huff at being bothered, yet again; before turning his gaze in John's direction and asking unenthusiastically.

"Oh, and what might that be?"

"If I knew that----" Sheppard disregarded the obvious tone he was getting from their resident astrophysicist/bane to all humanity and slipped round to the other side of the pedestal. "----I would have told you Einstein." Running his fingers along the left and right seams of the pedestal, John felt that they were worn, very worn in fact leading him to believe that it was moved quite often, in its hay-day forward and back; not side to side.

"What are you doing?" Rodney stood up, leaving the scanner on the edge of the stone box and took a few steps towards his team leader, wondering just what the man was up to. Sheppard didn't reply at first. He instead, raised a finger to hush the physicist, which McKay took a slight defense to.

"Something, I probably shouldn't be. But that hasn't ever stopped me has it?" Smirked Sheppard.

"No, I leave the commonsense to Ford." Rodney grinned finding himself all too clever. "And myself, of course."

"Of course." John snorted a laugh and placed his hands on the edges of the pedestal and giving it an experimental shove. There was a low grinding sound from inside the stone. Pushing more, the pedestal gave way, sliding forward over the floor tile in front of it.

Before either man could comment on it, there was a sudden sound, like gears turning, stone grinding upon stone. Suddenly four statues, particularly the ones that happen to be depicting people holding pitchers slid backwards. John stood up as underneath the four statues, large perfectly cut holes were revealed in the floor tiles. A rushing sound like sand slipping through a funnel was heard, growing louder. From inside the pitchers the statues held, grey dirt and sand issued out, pouring over in dusty waterfalls into the holes below.

Rodney's eyes made a slow rotation watching the sand pour out all around, one for each corner of the room. Suddenly just behind him the tomb began to vibrate. He quickly backed away from it, nearly tripping over his feet as from within the box, the machine began to rise. It continued upwards until the base it sat upon met the rim of the tomb, knocking the scanner to the ground though its crash was smothered by the immense hum of the rising device. And there the alien thing stopped, the sand fell less and less from the statues until it ceased completely. All again was deadly silent.

Pointing a wavering finger, McKay stuttered in complete awe. "H—how----how did you do that?"

John looked round the room, dusting his hands off as he motioned to the activated statue. "I didn't; she did." He walked forward, coming along side of McKay as both stared at the newly raised alien device. "Now that, was totally worth waiting for wouldn't you say?"

Chuckling through his nose, Rodney reached down and snatched up the scanner about to plug in a few new calculations and begin his examinations all over again, this time with a fully visible machine when his eyes caught something on the scanner's screen. "Whoa." Was all he could say, walking forward up to the device and running the scanner along it.

Sheppard quirked a brow, folding his arms over his chest as he admired his handiwork, even if it was completely by accident. "Was that the whoa of, 'I know what this is now so we can go home? Or the whoa of, 'I need a few more decades with it'?"

"A little of both. More of the latter really." McKay mumbled, tapping the scanner screen a few times.

John nodded. "Yeah; that's what I thought you'd say."

Not looking back, Rodney motioned blindly behind him for the Major. "Come look at this." Sheppard moved closer to the machine, he might of just been imagining it, but he thought he heard the distant sound of low buzzing, getting louder and softer in slow pulses. McKay, seeming unaware of this, pointed to the device. "These runic symbols, I've never seen the likes them before, I mean not Ancient, not foreign, not anything.." There were several symbols upon the machine, none of them anything like the symbols of the Ancients back at the city. These were flowier, like comparing static letters to cursive. Lines of them ran along the bottom of the base the device sat on, a few more were carved directly on the machine itself. John recognized them instantly as the same type of marks on the floor tile.

"Probably says, 'Out—of—Order'." Sheppard mused, catching a less then amused glare from the physicist.

John watched the man carefully, seeing his expression unchanged. "What? Maybe, 'Back in ten minutes?' " He motioned with his hand across the machine. After a moment of silence, the glare continuing, John dropped his hand to his side, defeatedly. "Rodney if you don't learn to laugh, I'm gonna trade you in for Kavanaugh, at least he has an excuse to be a prick."

Not finding it at all humorous, Rodney agreed. "Yes, I have an excuse. You! Now let me be so I can study this device properly." He gave a dismissive shoo at John and now more then eagerly set back to work.

John smirked to his back. "Fine. Just, do it before Christmas, ok?"


Ford had counted rows, inspected ever spot in the open atrium and found the same strange date record on each and every tombstone. All the first names were born on their respective dates, and died on the same exact day the second name carved below them was born, though their dates of death were not present on what he thought were all the stones. He had though, found a few dozen with dates of death for the second name. Now he wondered why such a large population, would simply up and leave. Then again, perhaps they had simply abandoned the temple and moved to another part of the planet. It wasn't like their team had searched the entire thing over, for all he knew, the race that built this place could be right next door. But why the graves? And why the strange dates?

"There must be at least two hundred graves here!" Aiden called out to Teyla as he came round the large tree, rooted in the center of the cemetery. Teyla had taken this time to examine the graves herself, unable to shake a dark and foreboding feeling from herself she decided that perhaps concentrating on the mission at hand could prove a strong enough distraction.

She was about to answer when a voice came into her ear, over the compact radio headset they all wore. Teyal recognized the Major's voice right away.

"Ford, Teyla, you guys still with us?"

"Yes sir, what's the situation." Ford received the same transmission as he joined Teyla near the stairway back into the temple. He placed a finger on the earpiece, for some reason the reception was getting a bit fuzzy, a hushed buzz of static wavered in and out in slow pulses.

John sounded noticeably more cheerful then he had when Ford had left him, thankfully. The young lieutenant wondered then if the two men had patched things up. Unless, Sheppard was simply trying to keep his act together, he did sound a touch tired, and Ford knew plenty well John's habit of letting bad things sound sweeter then they are, sugar-coating them so as to not show he was worried.

"Well, seems McKay's little tinker-toy might be a bit more worth looking at then We'd thought before. I want you and Teyla to head back to the gate with the Jumper and contact the base. Tell Weir to give us another hour or so, tell her this might be real big.'

Aiden nodded to himself getting an agreeing look from Teyla "You got it sir. Ford out."

"I believe we can exit through that gap in the wall there." The Athosian pointed to their left where a large section of the stone wall had collapsed, covered with vine and undergrowth. "The Jumper is in the same direction." She received a bright grin from the lieutenant and led the way across the cemetery. Ford, before climbing over the short, foot or so, rise of wall that was still left standing, took one last glance at the cemetery, noticing for a brief moment, something glimmering faintly in the twisted trunk of the tree. He watched it for a moment, having the urge to go back and check it out when Teyla called to him, she was already standing in the jungle wondering what was keeping him.

"Nothing." Aiden replied, turning his back as he caught up to Teyla, both hurrying to make it to the gate before the scheduled check-in time had passed and caused Weir unnecessary worry.


"Any time McKay. Annnny-time." Sheppard paced slowly back and forth behind Rodney's back swinging his arms from his ass to his front clapping his hands every time they met one another. This, needless to say was driving McKay up a wall.

"Look." Rodney interjected, stopping the Major mid-clap. "Just because you rose the thing, by out-and-out luck I might include, doesn't make you an expert." To this, McKay received a raised brow, and a look as if to say: 'you really want to insult the man who could kill you with his pinky?'

To which McKay quickly added, raising a dismissive hand. "I'm not exactly saying I'm one either, but, if you possibly think you can ascertain something that I haven't, go ahead, be my guest." He watched the idea slip into John's head, watched as the gears turned behind his bright eyes and a knowing, witty, smirk crept over his lips. "Alright. How hard can it be anyway?"

McKay was about to object when Sheppard stepped up, shoving him aside gently as he looked the machine over, pointing to the first thing that caught his eye.

"What about these buttons on the sides?"

Rolling his eyes, and finding this completely ridiculous and a total waste of his time, McKay replied bitterly with a forced smile. "I've pressed those, countless times and in assorted combinations. It's just not responding and moreover, it's not that easy, thank you very much."

"Looks like, finger indentations." Sheppard pierced his lips together, bending over as he pushed Rodney farther to the left.

McKay, taken back could only reply with a puzzled. "What?"

"See, the way the buttons are spread out, index, middle, so on. Kinda like a bowling ball." Sheppard motioned to the rod-like indentations that reminded him of long fingerprints, like when you pressed your hand into wet cement, though these had deeper holes near the ends where the buttons were located. He positioned himself in front of the device, lacing his fingers together to crack his knuckles. John then put his hands on either side of the machine and found his fingers fit rather smoothly onto the groves, though his where a bit longer then those meant to be there. He moved his hands back, finding all ten fingertips had buttons under them.

Rodney had to interpose, of course. "How do you even see that? It's just randomly plac----" He was cut off though as Sheppard dug his fingers into the machine, pressing the buttons down all at the same time. There came a high-pitched ping that pulsed once from the machine, echoing out into the cavernous temple. McKay, was astounded.

"Well whatdaya know." Clearing his throat McKay quelled his astonishment to a faked indifference, muttering. "It was a lucky guess."

John laughed softly nodding to the physicist as he remarked dryly. "Not that easy huh? Yeah, ascertain that McKay." There was another shrill ping and the machine began to light up. Seams between smoothed slices of metal shined with a warm orange light, growing brighter as the moments passed.

Both men watched the device, unsure of what to do now. Rodney licked his lips, gulping as he tried gently pushing John aside. "Ah congratulations, but maybe I should take over."

Sheppard, wouldn't have it and weighted himself on his feet so the physicist's effort was in vain. John shrugged, looking down and over to his team-mate. "Why? I'm the one who made the great discovery, for once." Rodney practically expected the Major to stick his tongue out at him with the current tone the man had taken, instead he added. "Besides, what's the worst that could happen?"

"DAH! Don't say that! You don't quite grasp the concept of the jinx, do you?" Rodney scowled. He didn't pride himself on being a superstitious guy, you'd find no rabbit's foot dangling from his keychain, and the only lucky pennies he picked up were for the sake of having one cent more in his pocket. But he strongly believed that those who specifically asked for trouble, got it; in all its horrible glory. "The point is, mocking the jinx will only make it occur tenfold. Much like pulling the pin on a grenade and holding it to then ponder afterwards; gee, where'd my hand go?"

"Jinx? Hell no." John scoffed. "See with my luck, I address all the possibilities so I won't be surprised. Bad things only really happen out of the blue, when you're not expecting them. I expect this to go completely wrong, thus negating the jinx." He smiled, pressing the buttons in as far as they could go, instantly the machine perked up, glowing brightly and emanating the orange light now in slow continuous pulses.

"Never call me weird again." McKay shook his head at John. He couldn't believe the man's ignorance to one of the simplest rules in the book. Then again, Sheppard wasn't exactly the by the book guy the army said he should be. A buzz of beeps came from the scanner in Rodney's hand, at the moment, completely forgotten. He glanced at the screen, eyes widening as he whistled. "Wow I'm receiving energy readings off the charts."

Sheppard loosed his pressure on the buttons, finding they didn't rise to meet his fingertips anymore, seeming to be stuck pushed down. "That's good right?" He asked, sounding slightly hesitant, wondering what exactly he might have just set in motion.

"Maybe; might be about to blow, how should I know?" Rodney snapped, his attention pulled back to the machine pinged again, this time long and echoing.

John swallowed hard and pulled his hands back, taking a few steps to his left. "Ok, stepping away now." The alien device though, continued to pulsate with light, though now the pulses were getting increasingly faster, this was accompanied just then by a low hissing sound, like the gentle hum of a generator warming up on a cold day.

Rodney placed a hand on Sheppard's arm, as both men took another step backwards, staring at the machine. "It's humming." He said, voice wavering.

John nodded. "I noticed. Ok, running away now." He was about to radio to Ford. In fact his hand was on his ear-piece trying to hear over the now audible hum coming from the device, the pulses of light taking on a flashing that sprayed in tiny light particles, swarming round the device like fireflies. McKay stumbled back, righting himself a few inches behind Sheppard. Suddenly the particles, millions of them by now were sucked back in to the machine. Neither man knew what hit them as a pulse of pure white-tinged light flashed from the device, spreading out in a ring and first hitting John. It pass through both him and Rodney, stopping them dead in there tracks as right after a second pulse blasted through them, the firefly like particles returning again except this time they came from Sheppard himself.

The light specks burst backwards; washing over McKay before a third pulse flung both men across the room. Hitting the ground violently and sliding them along the stone floor.


Ford and Teyla were just returning from the Jumper which they had landed in more or less the same spot that they first placed the ship upon arrival to the planet. They had flown to the gate, set within the rocky cliff and contacted Atlantis a few minutes short of the deadline, Weir was pleased to hear from them and even more pleased that they had found something of interest on the planet. She warned them though to be very careful about bringing anything back, not wanting another incident like when McKay removed the Z.P.M, the only thing keeping up a defensive shield over a planet inhabited by children. Opening them up for attack by the Wraith.

Teyla had reassured her that they would be cautious in their actions on the plant, though so far, there were absolutely no signs of life, which was technically true. Well, true until the walk back towards the temple. Aiden was in the midst of explaining to the Athosian woman the difference between morning customs of people on Earth vs. her own people, which Teyla found to be most amusing and far too stressful to be healthy or profitable when there came a rumble above them.

Stopping halfway to the temple, at the very point where they could see the building just ahead through the jungle, Ford and Teyla turned their attentions to the sky, wondering just what could be making such a loud noise, something that sounded like the distant rumble of rocket engines. They stood beneath a large clearing in the canopy as the sound grew deafening, Aiden raising his gun in defense.

Over head, flying across the blue sky and momentarily shading them from the sun was a large air ship, much bigger and bulkier then the Puddle Jumpers but still a compactable size. It was followed by a second ship of the same design, seeming to slow down as it passed over, hovering over them for a few moments before moving along. They continued on and were lost beyond the canopy, the shattering sound echoing off into the distance once more.

"What the hell was that!" Ford exclaimed, still watching the sky.

"It was not like any technology the Wraith would use." Teyla said, her face more then worried.

Aiden cursed softly. "Yeah, that's what I thought." He walked a few steps forward, Teyla keeping close behind him as he radioed back to the Temple. "Major Sheppard?" He received only silence. Ford tried again, thinking that perhaps the interference he was getting before back at the temple had caused his transmission to fail.

"Major?" He shouted into the tiny mic near his cheek, glancing up towards the temple, crippled in the middle of the sweltering jungle. "Major we have a situation do you copy?"


"Major?" "Major we have a situation do you copy?"

McKay heard, what sounded like a voice, through the blackness that was his current perception. He tried to force his eyes open and felt them heavy and dry. Carefully he placed a shaky elbow to the ground and tried to brace on it enough to lift his head up. Though this only caused him to become dizzy, nauseous, his head ached.

"Uh God….can't; can't I have one day without a head injury?" He gasped, eyes opening up to the blurry temple, thankful that he was still there and in what felt like, one piece. Rodney rubbed the back of his head. Yeah, he could already feel the golf-ball shaped lump growing underneath his hair.

Looking around, the next obvious thought crossed through his groggy mind. "Major?"

McKay focused to his surroundings, feeling completely drained, like he'd just ran himself a 10k marathon. His eyes scanned the floor, spotting a dark figure sprawled out a few feet in front of him.

Like the realization of who it was suddenly slapped Rodney right up side his head, he jerked into sluggish action. "John?----John?!" He moved as quickly as his body would allow to Sheppard's side, looking the man over briefly. He seemed to be in the same shape McKay was in a moment ago. Rodney placed a hand on the man's shoulder giving him a good few shakes, to no success. Thinking quickly, without panicking, "Uhh…" McKay placed his fingers to John's throat, feeling a terrifyingly weak pulse.

He began to breath heavily, trying to keep it together, McKay pulled Sheppard across the floor, as well as he could, and propped the Major's head on one of his knees.

"Great, just, great; just had to screw with the jinx, didn't you?" Rodney found himself snarling, knowing this was all Sheppard's fault when suddenly from overhead came a harsh rumble, shaking the temple's roof and dropping small stones and dust on them. Acting without thought Rodney leaned forward catching most the stones that fell near, on his back, shielding John beneath him.

"Oh god please wake up." His tone had lost all traces of harshness, openly pleading to Sheppard's unconsciously body as if he would hear him and suddenly wake up. Which he didn't of course.

When the horrible noise was gone, McKay sat back, careful not to jostle the Major as he suddenly remembered hearing a voice before, Ford's voice. Rodney reached up and felt that his radio was gone, it must have fallen out of his ear when he was flung backwards. But John's was still intact so McKay carefully took it and placed it on the side of his head, adjusting the mic before he called out in shear alarm.

"Ford!"


"Ford!" Came a frantic voice in both Aiden and Teyla's ears, knowing the voice of the physicist was sounding a bit more frazzled then usually, meant either he was overreacting, or something very, very bad had happened. He continued quickly as they stopped in the middle of the jungle, a few yards from the temple's steps. "It's McKay, tiny problem. Actually, more cataclysmic to be honest."

"Tell me about it Doc, Teyla and I just watched two alien carriers fly right over the area, not Wraith though, and I'm pretty sure they saw us. Where's the Major?" Ford asked quickly, knowing the sure sign of something being wrong on account of McKay answering his call rather then Sheppard himself."

McKay sounded as if he paused for a moment, hesitating in his recollection as if trying to figure it out himself. "Well, we were blasted by---- some sort of strange energy beam emitted from the device here in the temple, I'm alright, but----- Sheppard's unconscious and, I ah, I can't wake him up."

"We will be right there McKay." Teyla replied, trying to calm the obviously unnerved physicist. Her head then shot quickly to their left, as she followed a distant sound. It moved, causing the Athosian to turn back to where they had just come from. "Voices, there within the woods." She pointed to the deep jungle. In a few moments, Ford could hear them too, that and the sound of heavy boots crunching through the underbrush, many footfalls in fact.

"Just what we need." Aiden said annoyed, taking a hold of Teyla's arm. "Come on we have to get out of here!" They both took off in a breakneck run across the last stretch of jungle that lay between them and the temple, racing up the stairs as Ford heard the voices behind them turn into shouts. He prayed whatever was in the trees back there hadn't spotted them going into the temple, maybe buying them a little more time.

They passed through the great arched doorway, Ford instantly spotting Sheppard laid out on the ground, McKay huddled near more then happy to see them it seemed. Teyla stopped, unsure what to do, emotions setting in to an already dangerous situation. Aiden glanced back at her, ordered her as lightly as he could to keep and eye at the door for anyone. She nodded hesitantly, wanting more then anything to go to John and help, but, she knew very well if the places where switched, if Ford was lying there instead of Sheppard; John would have told her to do the same thing. She knew the area had to be secured until they could retreat, all together.

Ford hurried over, pulling off his rifle and laying it nearby as he knelt down alongside John's body. "How long has he been out?"

"Took you long enough." McKay snapped lightly, his distress taking its usual venomous tone before he forced it to be softer, realizing it wasn't the young Lieutenants fault. "I don't know, maybe, five minutes by now."

Looking the Major over, Ford put a hand to his face, the man's skin felt chilled and clammy, flesh turning paler by the minute. He felt Sheppard's wrist over for a pulse, which was small but present. Ford then turned his sights to McKay. "What exactly happened here, how did he get like this, what did you do?"

Raising his hands in defense, Rodney exclaimed. "Hey, don't pin this on me, I told him not to touch the thing anymore!" He noticed then that the device in question had lowered itself back into the tomb, whether while McKay was knocked out or while his mind was on their survival he wasn't sure.

"Well you seem fine." Ford replied, sounding a bit scornful to Rodney's ears. But at that point, Rodney felt more guilty for not being more hurt then he usually ended up being, it really wasn't John who was the injured one, and when it did happen------McKay shuttered to think of it, but when it did happen, death was usually knocking at John's door.

"Lucky I guess." He managed to mutter, catching a disdainful glare from Aiden before the lad patted Sheppard on the face trying to get their CO back to the land of the living.

"Major? Major can you hear me?"

"Calm down Ford; yeah, I can hear you." Came a voice, low and echoing, sounding a bit garbled at first before it sounded clear and present to McKay's ears. He glanced around, spotting Teyla, eyes glued to the jungle, too far away for it to have been her.

"Did----did you hear that?" Rodney asked softly, still looking about.

"Hear what?" Ford asked, not really paying attention to the physicist as he continued to wake John. "Major?"

"Yeah, I'm right here!" Came the voice again, this time much stronger, sounding rather tired and annoyed to say the least, right by McKay's ear. He turned round, looking from side to side. "There, that!" He yelled, becoming more freaked out. Rodney thought that he must have hit his head harder then he thought at first, now he was hearing voices. And yet, that voice, sounded faintly familiar.

Glancing up at him briefly, Ford gave McKay a strange look. "I didn't hear anything." "We gotta get back to the Jumper." Talking back down to Sheppard, Ford spoke louder, a few levels short of a shout. "Major, if you can hear me, the planet might be compromised, we're going to get back to the base, get you to a doctor, alright?"

Again the voice came, sounding confused and unsure now. "Wait, doctor? I don't need a doctor, what the hell is going on?"

"THAT!" Cried McKay, pointing upwards to the ceiling. Ford had to have heard that, it was practically a yell. " Tell me you didn't just hear that?" What the hell was going on was right, Rodney agreed. Though to whom he agreed with he wasn't sure.

"McKay, I'm not screwing around." Aiden growled, trying to hoist Sheppard up, wishing McKay would get the clue and help him.

"Ah, Rodney, why is Ford talking to me, but looking at you?" McKay heard the voice again, so close to his ears, he swore it could have even been between them. And that voice, god it was familiar. Wait! Rodney's brain screamed, that----voice, he knew that voice!

McKay's face must have dropped several shades of color because it took Ford by a slight surprise, making the Lieutenant pause in his movements, halfway in getting John's arm slung round his shoulders. "Oh God." Rodney stammered, realization hitting him like an ocean wave, drowning him under its weight.

"What?" Ford asked not wanting anything added to the already screwed up situation they were in; with the Major out, ships flying overhead and now Rodney going nuts.

"What?" The voice, a most dry and snapping voice, echoed the same question in Rodney's mind, and not in repetition, but simply asking the same thing.

McKay's blank stare turned to Aiden's anxious look. His mouth bobbled open and shut as he tried to fathom the possibility, though the more he thought about it, the more frighteningly obvious it became.

"He's----he's, in my head." Rodney finally stammered, turning his eyes to the unconscious Major's body. "John's inside my head!" He cried, feeling as though he were about to pass out.


A/N: Wooo! Problems galore! Hope you folks are liking this, hit me up with some reviews and tell me what you think. And stay tuned, it's only going to get crazier.