Author's Note: This is the sequel to Missing. To tell the truth, I wasn't going to write a sequel (mainly because sequels are rarely better than the first one) but thanks to one reviewer I decided "What the hell. I'll do it." It took quite a while to find the right song for this story; trust me. So you can imagine how relieved I was when I found this one. I hope you all enjoy this sequel and be expecting the next story soon. Hopefully, soon. I'm not making any promises.

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This story is dedicated to Shadow Avenger. Thanks for the review and inspiration to write this sequel. I hope you enjoy it.

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"Never Let Go" (song) © Josh Groban

Never Let Go

Written by: BBVixen

Three days had gone by since the whole incident with Beast Boy. He was finally able to leave the tower's medical room yesterday and I haven't taken my eyes off of him since. Well, except for when he uses the bathroom. He's on his own in there, but I'm always right outside waiting for him when he's done. I didn't want him to think I didn't trust him. I just wanted to protect him. I knew if Robin ever found out about the green boy's suicide attempt he would surely flip. He might even go as far as kicking him off the team, but I highly doubt he'll make such an extreme decision. In the end, he'd probably just sit down and talk to the little shape shifter. I didn't want to take that risk though, so I kept it a secret. Trust me; it wasn't easy trying to keep it a secret either. I sat on my bed holding a small shoebox. Inside were things I had collected since becoming a Titan, mostly pictures of the others. With all that's happened over the past week I really came to realize just how fortunate I was to have such great friends. I just sort of stared at the contents inside until my eyes caught one photo in particular. My hand numbly picked it up and a smile instantly crept on my lips.

It was a picture taken a few months back. Starfire went crazy with her camera, taking pictures left and right of everything. Beast Boy decided to play a little prank on her when she insisted on taking a picture of us and I joined him. His initial plan was to ruin the photo in a hilarious way, so he handed me some soda pop and told me to chug it down. He downed his first and I immediately caught on to his plan. I gulped mine quickly just as Starfire came up to us with her camera in her hands. Everything was set. I stood next to Beast Boy, huge grins on our faces, and we watched as our alien friend held up her camera. Just when she said "Say cheese," Beast Boy and I let out huge burps that oddly enough shook the whole tower. Star's finger accidentally pressed the button and the picture was taken. She scolded us afterward, but when the pictures came in she was laughing her side off upon seeing our faces. We all did; Raven might have giggled as well. Beast Boy apologized, of course, and we took a nicer picture for Starfire. In exchange, she gave me the 'burp photo.' Holding that photo seemed to open up all the memories, good and bad, but I noticed that most of them were of Beast Boy. To make things even weirder, he was smiling in all of the pictures except one.

I looked at it and my eyes seemed to widen. It was a picture of Starfire and Robin hugging each other in the Operations Room. Raven was sitting on the couch, with her tea, looking at the two with a slight smile on her face and Beast Boy was standing by the large windows, probably staring at the ocean, looking extremely lost in his thoughts. I never thought to question it at the time but I had enough reason to do so now upon seeing the day it was taken; one day after I'd been infected with the Enzone Virus, thanks to him. Beast Boy had changed after that day. He became very distant from the rest of us, and eerily quiet. It freaked us all out, especially when we noticed his eyes. They were usually full of life and sparkled like crazy, but after what had happened they sort of seemed dead and glazed over. I closed my eyes. He had been hurting since then and I couldn't even see it; some best friend I turned out to be. I couldn't even stop him from trying to kill himself three days ago.

"I can't understand it

The search for an answer is met with a darker day

And we've been handed these moments forever

But I'm reassured there's another way"

Flashback- Titan's Tower, three days ago

I walked into my room and let out a sigh. Robin had asked me to train with him, seeing as to how he couldn't find Beast Boy. I found it a bit strange actually. The kid was usually playing video games or bothering Raven, but Rob said he wasn't anywhere in the Tower. He probably just went out to clear his head a bit. After all, he did seem kind of freaked out when I was yelling at him earlier. Maybe I should have apologized to him. I looked around my room.

"Good. Nothing's missing." I said to myself. Ever since Beast Boy snuck in the other day wanting to play his advance copy of Mega Monkeys 4 and accidentally infecting me with that virus, I've been a little weary of leaving my room knowing he can just walk in. He was my best friend and all, and I did trust him, it's just I became more conscious of what he could do. I let out a yawn and my human eyelid started to feel a bit heavy.

"Maybe a quick nap first, then I'll find the little squirt." I walked over to my bed and stopped. My eyes instantly widened as I saw a folded piece of paper laying neatly on top my bed. It was a real surprise to find it, that's for sure. Curiosity got the better of me as I picked it up, opened it, and read its contents.

Dear Cyborg,

Please, please forgive me. I won't be coming home ever again. I figured that living when I was obviously not appreciated was a waste. Maybe someday our paths will meet again and you'll see me being a cheerful teenager, the way I always lied to you. I'm sorry about all this. I just wish you could understand why I'm doing this. I'm in pain, and I've convinced myself that there's only one way to end it all. To rid the suffering and rejection I've endured since becoming 'Beast Boy' to the world. There is a beast inside me, and he demands blood. My blood. I've given into him and tonight at sunset, I will deliver what he wants. I'm going to kill myself to satisfy the world, the beast, and myself. I'll no longer be in pain. Don't feel sorry for me. I'm finally long gone and the Titans can live in peace without "the nuisance" around to bother you.

Besides, it's not like I'll be missed.

Sincerely yours,

Garfield Logan

a.k.a. "Beast Boy"

"Beast Boy." I numbly whispered, my eyes wide and full of tears. I dropped the note and ran out of my room, heading straight for his. I was hoping to find him there, but after thirty-something knocks on his door and screaming his name throughout the tower, I couldn't find him. I eventually found myself standing outside the Tower, looking at the city before me. Tears had already begun streaming down my face. I was about to lose the best friend I ever had and I had no way to stop him. My knees gave out and I collapse to the ground, silently crying for the green boy. Suddenly, a blinding light was shone coming from the docks. I strained my eyes to see past the strange light. I saw him standing there and from the look of it, he was holding something up to the sun. "I'm not too late." Within seconds, I too, was standing on the docks, just watching him. I very slightly smiled in satisfaction of knowing he had not gone through with his letter. That is… until I saw what he was holding. No matter how much I tried to run to him, my body just seemed frozen to that one spot. I was silently praying that he would come to his senses and go back to the tower, but instead he grabbed the hilt of dagger with both gloved hands and raised it up to the level of his face. I watched with pleading eyes, still unable to move my legs, as he licked his dry lips and looked to the heavens above him.

"I'm sorry." I barely heard him say as the blade was swiftly thrust into himself by his own hands. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. My eyes widen in disbelief as I watched him gasping for air.

"BEAST BOY!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Finally finding the strength in my legs, I ran towards him. A single tear rolled down his cheek just before his legs gave out and sent him splashing into the ocean waters below him. Once I reached the edge where he once stood, my instincts took over and I jumped in after him. The cold water soon rushed over me as I saw the green boy sinking further away from me. His wound had started seeping his blood throughout the ocean. It wouldn't be long before a passing shark picked up on the scent and came towards us, ready for its dinner. I reached my hand out for him just as his last bubble of air escaped his lips. Grabbing his limp hand, I pulled him next to me and wrapped my right arm under his arms and around his chest; making sure I had a firm grip on the small boy. I swam toward the surface and soon we were both greeted by the sun's setting light. I grabbed the edge of the dock and hoisted the both of us up, laying Beast Boy down on his back. Pressing my ear to his chest, I listened carefully for a heartbeat. All was quiet as I waited. The black leathered hilt in front of my eyes seemed to be taunting me; laughing as though it were proud of its murderous action. My mind cursed it to the depths of hell. Oh, how I wanted to pull that weapon out of my fallen friend, but I knew doing that would only result in a quicker death of blood loss. That is, if he wasn't dead already. After one painstaking minute of listening and watching the leather bound handle, the soft sound an extremely low pulse came through. I looked at his face, fear clearly showing on mine. An evening wind gently brushed through his wet hair as beads of water, or possibly a tear, slid down his face. There was a slight cut on his forehead that was spilling a tiny amount of blood. My mind raced with thoughts and doubts. How I wished this was just a terrible nightmare and I would soon wake up. I wished for that so much. I brought my metallic fingers up to his face.

"If this is a dream…" my voice shook, "I wouldn't be able to feel him." Taking a deep breath, I gently stroked his left cheek. "Oh God." I numbly said, tears finally falling down my face. I felt him. His familiar skin, the droplets of water… this wasn't a dream. I gently cupped his left cheek in my right hand, hoping for his eyes to open upon feeling my warmth, but nothing. I lost my ability to speak and formless words spilled out of my mouth as I cried towards the heavens. I begged him to wake, but again, nothing. I only had one chance to save him. Carefully picking him up in my arms, I quickly made my way back to the tower. His blood was spilling on me and the pungent aroma of it caused me to gag. I didn't care. All that mattered to me was saving the younger Titan, my best friend… my little brother.

End Flashback

"You don't have to close your eyes

There is room for love again

Ease the pain to realize all that love can be

Forced apart by time and sand

Take a step and take my hand

And don't let it go

Never let go"

I wiped away the tear that had fallen from my eye. You know that old saying, "Time heals all wounds?" Whoever said that obviously didn't witness their best friend try to kill himself. No amount of time would ever change the damage done and I knew that all too well. Ever since that day, Beast Boy and I weren't on speaking terms. Hell, we weren't even looking at each other anymore! I couldn't see or speak to him after that incident and he was probably haunted by the fact that I was there to watch him commit the act. Whatever the reason may be for him, I promised him in the Medical Room that I wouldn't tell anyone and if he ever wanted to talk I would always be there for him. I guess he just didn't want to talk to me about his problems. I looked back at all the various things the shoebox held and stuck my finger inside, pushing some old pictures aside. One photo in particular caught my eyes and I picked it up. Staring at it, I felt a smile pull at the corner of my mouth.

It was taken during the time the Titans had first formed. We had just finished building the tower and to commemorate the "special occasion," Robin wanted us all to take a group picture. Raven was the only one to object but thanks to a certain green boy grabbing her cape and pleading like a five-year-old, she finally caved in and stood with us in front of the Tower. In the picture, Robin stood in the middle with his arms crossed and a smile on his face. Starfire was standing to his left with her arms around his neck. Even though they were smiling, you could obviously see the slight blush in their cheeks. Raven was on Robin's right. It took some convincing from all of us to make her put her hood down; even more convincing to get her to smile. It was worth it though in the end. She had a beautiful smile. It had a warm feeling to it and it just… just… I can't even describe it, but ever since that day Beast Boy had been trying to get her to smile more often. He told us one day that it should be a crime to hide a smile. It was probably the wisest thing he had ever said to us and he was right. Since I was the tallest of the group I stood in the back. My right hand was placed on Raven's shoulder. She didn't seem to mind. After our little chat on that alien ship and telling her that she fit in just fine, we became pretty good friends. My eyes looked to the green boy in our group. He sat on the ground in front of everyone, a huge grin plastered on his face. I softly chuckled. He had been the most excited of the group at the time. We figured it was because he was around people his own age instead of those old fossils on the Doom Patrol.

I thought back to when we first met. After Robin went after Star, Raven and I just kind of went our own ways, leaving the ex-Doom Patrol member alone. The four of us, except Beast Boy, never really considered working together. To us, that one moment was going to be the only moment. But the kid insisted on hanging out with someone. He tried to team with Robin, but was turned down due to the boy's wanting to go solo. Raven turned down his pizza offer, which I'm still trying to understand that. You don't just turn down a pizza, especially if someone else pays for it. So, he just followed behind me for a while, asking all sorts of questions. My response to his friendliness was yelling at him and giving him the cold shoulder. After telling him I was in an accident and now I was a 'cyborg,' he was just all fascinated by me. He never saw me as a monster or a freak of science as everyone else did. Looking back on that moment, I guess I judged him a little too quickly. After the tower was built, I remember walking outside to look at the city's night lights. Imagine my surprise when I saw Beast Boy down by the edge of the little island, doing exactly what I wanted to do.

"Broken, once connected

We were so strong and so blessed in a simple way

So don't let me go it alone"

Flashback- Outside the newly constructed Titan's Tower

The sun had already set and the night sky had blanketed over Jump City, but the green kid didn't seem to care. He just sat on the island's shore, staring out at the city. He didn't even seem to mind when drops of water from the ocean splashed onto his skin and uniform. I stood by the tower's large doors, just watching him. His green hair was gently blowing in the salty air. I couldn't help but smile at the sight. Slowly and quietly, I walked over to him. I was sure he wouldn't hear me, what with being so close to the waves crashing against the shore and all. I was about four feet away from the small boy when I noticed his elf-like ears twitch, causing me to stop dead in my tracks.

"What's up, Cyborg?" He said calmly. It actually sounded like he was tired if anything.

"How'd you know it was me?" I asked with great curiosity. "You didn't even look." He looked over his shoulder at me.

"I did now." He smiled. "Have you already forgotten what I can do?" All I could do was stare at him with a blank face.

"Uhh… I know you're a shape shifter." I smiled nervously. He laughed at my answer.

"So you give the classic answer. Good choice." He laughed again. Obviously he had been through this same situation before. He turned his attention back towards the city, a smile on his green face. "In answer to your question, I heard your footsteps. Not to mention, I CAN smell you. Of course it was a bit difficult to smell you with all the other aromas in the air."

"Did you really?" I said in disbelief. He just nodded his head, eyes never leaving the city. I smiled at him in amazement. His abilities were truly… well, amazing. My smile quickly vanished as I thought about this. If his senses were heightened to that of any animals', then what was he? An animal or human? I swallowed those thoughts away. "Mind if I sit out here with you?" I asked suddenly. He looked at me again.

"No, not at all." He said, a slight smile appearing on his young face before looking at the city again. I sat next to him on the cold ground. Neither of us said a word. I was too lost in my thoughts about the green boy, so I said the first thing I could think of.

"Sorry I yelled at you when we first met. It's just-"

"Dude, don't worry about it. I understand. You're not the only one who's been in an accident." He said. I looked down at him, confusion written all over my face.

"You mean… you were in an accident too?" He nodded, his gaze lowering down. "What happened?"

"I got sick when I was in Africa with my parents." I looked at him again just as he pulled his legs close to his chest. He paused for a minute, probably trying to hold back the tears. "They saved my life, but as a result I look the way I do now."

"You must be upset at them for ruining your life then, aren't you?"

"No," he shook his head and glanced up at me. "I love and respect them even more now." I saw a single tear roll down his jade skin. I turned away from his gaze.

"But look at yourself. Don't you feel at least a little angry for what they did to you? Don't you get upset when people call you a freak?" I asked in disbelief. He had to agree with me. After all, we were physically different than everybody else.

"No, I don't." He said. "I mean, sure I hate it when people call me a 'freak,' but if it weren't for my parents changing me… I wouldn't even be here. Besides, I always loved animals. Now, it's like I'm one of them." A fang shone in the moonlight as he smiled innocently. I hadn't known him that long and despite his age, he was right. I never really looked at it that way before. He saw his appearance as a different outlook on life; that everybody else was missing out on something great. His response took me by surprise. I suddenly became extremely interested in the small boy.

"How did it all happen?" I asked him numbly.

"Tell you what. I'll tell you my story, if you tell me yours. Deal?" He stuck his hand out, hoping to seal our agreement. I just watched his eyes. His emerald pools just seemed to catch every star in the night sky. It was actually kind of soothing and gave me a feeling of comfort. I felt like I could really relate and trust this small boy. I smiled at him and took his hand. "Deal."

We stayed up for hours telling each other our stories before the cold air finally got to us and we decided to go to bed. The others were fast asleep in their own rooms as Beast Boy and I quietly walked by each team mate's door. We eventually stopped at his room. His door slid open and I got a good look inside his room. The walls were painted a beautiful green color; slightly darker than his skin but lighter than his hair. Straight across from the door was his bunk bed. We often wandered why he insisted on a bunk bed, but he told us it kind of had a jungle gym feeling to it; we couldn't argue with that. The window was to the left of the door, same with his closet and desk. It looked pretty tidy to tell the truth. A little too tidy for a mere teenager. Not a single thing was out of place. I couldn't even detect a single speck of dust, even with my scanners.

"Hey, Cyborg?" He turned around to look at me. Even inside, his eyes just seemed to sparkle as if the stars were still in his eyes. "Thanks. You're probably the first person to ever hear about my past. You aren't… going to tell anyone, are you?" His voice sounded a bit fearful at the end. I smiled at him and placed my right hand on his head, ruffling his forest green hair.

"Relax kiddo. I won't tell anyone if you won't. Our pasts are our secrets." He grinned and let out a little laugh as I continued to mess up his hair. I pulled my hand back and he gazed up at me with his sparkling, green eyes. I couldn't help but smile at his eyes. They were just so full of life, innocence, and boyish charm. He yawned. "Time for bed, B.B. I'll see you in the morning." He nodded and tiredly stumbled to his bed.

"Nighty night, Cyborg." I heard him say just before his door closed. I made my way to my room. I never would have imaged that he and I would have so much in common. One thing's for sure; he's probably the best friend I ever had. I'd probably never tell him though.

End Flashback

"Turn your head up to the sky

Nothing down below but me

Face the truth to realize all that we could be

Torn apart by rage and fear

Hold on to what brought you here

Don't let it go

Never let go"

I smiled at what had happened that night and suddenly remembered how later that night I was woken from my slumber by the sound of someone knocking on my door. Sure enough, it was Beast Boy. I had expected a smiling face but was instead greeted by tearful eyes and a look of fear. When I asked what was wrong he just threw his arms around me as his tears fell. He mumbled some words I couldn't quite understand. Once he calmed down though, he said that he had a nightmare about the day his parents had died. However, after watching their deaths the green boy turned and killed the other Titans. That alone freaked him out. I picked him up and carried him back to his room. He wrapped his arms around my neck and I felt his tiny body tremble. It scared me seeing him like that. By the time we got to his room, he was fast asleep. When I opened his door his room was a total disaster; clothes, paper, various knick-knacks, feathers from his pillow lay everywhere. In the morning, he told me that the state of his room was because of his nightmare. I felt sorry for the poor kid. He was raised all alone in this world with nothing or nobody to comfort him. Everyone who he cared for ended up either abandoning him or dead. It saddened me to think that even though he had been through so much pain in his life he still managed to keep a smiling face and open heart. I sighed deeply. I wanted to apologize so badly for everything that's happened to him, but could never actually gather up the courage to do so. Besides, he hates when people apologize to him upon hearing his past. He told me the night we were sitting outside the Tower that the last thing he ever wanted from anyone was pity.

The sound of knocking echoed throughout my room. It was very quiet and short. I almost didn't even hear it. I waited for what seemed like several minutes, when in reality was only about Twenty seconds, hoping that my ears weren't deceiving me. The short knocks on my door sounded again followed by a small sniffling. I looked at the door and got off my bed, placing the shoebox where I once sat. I quietly walked over to the door and stopped. Placing my ear against it, I confirmed what I heard earlier. Someone was indeed on the opposite side, but… sniffling? Stepping back, I took a deep breath and prepared myself for whatever problem the other Titans had. If it was Robin, it was a problem about Slade or a dream of Starfire. If it was Star, probably a bad dream. If Raven was on the other side, she was probably concerned for Beast Boy. And since the little changeling wasn't talking to me since the incident, I didn't have to worry about seeing him. I opened the door and gasped; my eyes widened upon seeing the familiar green hair. His head was hung down low to avoid eye contact, but try as he may, he couldn't stop the tears from falling down. Slowly, he raised his head and looked at me. His once cheerful eyes were full of regret and sorrow. His jade skin was stained with tears. He inhaled deeply.

"Can we talk?" Beast Boy said in a weak voice. How long had he been crying? His beautiful, clear, emerald eyes were now stained with a small tint of red. His smiling face was replaced with a gloomy one. I could feel my heart breaking just by looking at him. I licked my dry lips, trying to hold back my own tears. In times like this, I had to be the strong one; the one who comforts a hurting friend, assuming we were still friends that is.

"Come on in." I told him, moving aside to let him enter. I wandered if letting him in was such a smart choice after all.

"Turn your head up to the sky

Nothing down below

Don't let go"

I closed the door and took a deep breath. This wasn't going to be easy. I felt a hard lump in the pit of my stomach. I knew why he was here and, uncomfortable as I may have felt, I was glad to see him. We needed to talk.

"Beast Boy," I turned around to face him. "I know why-" My eyes suddenly widened as a strong force pushed me back. I looked down and saw the green boy clinging on to me.

"Cyborg, I'm so sorry. I was… I didn't know you were there… I just… I'm so sorry! Please don't hate me. Don't be mad at me. I was doing what I thought was right. Please… I don't want to lose my best friend!" He cried, burying his face into me. I wrapped my arms around his little, trembling body. Tears were falling from my eye as I heard him plead over and over again. His words were tearing my heart apart. This silence among us had been hell to not only me, but him as well.

"It's alright B.B. Shh. Everything's going to be okay." I tried to soothe him as his painful tears flowed down. Still holding the small boy in my embrace, I gently stroked his soft hair with my right hand. I found that it helped him to relax more. A characteristic picked up from his animal side. His cries eventually stopped but a few tears managed to slip from his eyes. When only a tiny sniffle was left, I pushed the boy away from me and knelt on one knee to be at eye level with him. He closed his eyes, not wanting to look directly at me. Whether he wanted to talk to me was his decision, but there were just too many questions that needed an answer. I kept a firm but gentle grip on the green teen's arms. I didn't want him to run off, but I didn't want to hurt him either.

"Beast Boy, why did you do it?" I asked him softly, not wanting to scare him like I did in the garage the other day. "In your letter, you mentioned something about a… 'a beast.' What did you mean by that?" He looked up at me with a tear stained face.

"I don't know. One minute I'm in bed feeling upset and the next I'm standing in front of my mirror with this… 'thing,' telling me that I should… well, you know." His voice sounded raspy; strained, almost. "Cyborg, I'm just so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I never meant to actually do what I did. It was like someone else was controlling me. I would never want to hurt anyone. You're my best friend. Please, you got to believe me." He looked at me with hopeful eyes as his pleads started up again. Only this time he wasn't mumbling them into my chest. I breathed in deeply as I considered this. He had seemed depressed before his attempt. But if this 'beast' inside him was the one who convinced him to do it, maybe he was being controlled by it. I slowly exhaled as if that were my last breath, savoring it and hoping it wouldn't go.

"How could I ever be mad at you?" I said as my lips curved into a gentle smile. "You are, without a doubt, the best friend I ever had." He smiled and launched his tiny body onto mine. My arms wrapped around him. "Just promise me you won't do it ever again." A tear fell from my eye as I waited for his response. Instead, he broke our embrace and reached for inside his shoe. I raised an eyebrow as I tried to see what he was attempting to retrieve. He took my right hand and placed something in it. Withdrawing his own gloved hand, he gazed at me with a smile. I looked down and saw what he gave me. It was a small dagger. Everything about it was the same as the one lodged in his chest with exception of the hilt. The one he stabbed himself with had a black leather handle while this one had ivory elephants carved in it.

"I promise." He finally said. I gazed at him with confusion.

"I don't understand. How many daggers do you have?" I asked. His eyes widened as though he were confused himself. "The other one had a leather handle. This one has ivory elephants." He lightly chuckled.

"I took the leather off because it was covered with blood. Besides, it looks better this way."

"But why are giving it to me? Didn't your dad give this to you?"

"He did," he started, "but I want you to hold onto it for me. This way, you'll know I'll keep my promise." He smiled at me. His emerald eyes softly sparkled in my bedroom light. I grinned at the sight of his dancing orbs. The green boy I had come to known was back. I nodded to him and walked over to the shoe box still on my bed. I gently placed the dagger on top of the photos and stored the box in a shelf next to my computer. Once the shelf was locked, nobody could get to it except me. I turned around to see Beast Boy standing there, his friendly smile still on his lips.

"Come here, little brother." I said with open arms. He jumped into my embrace and stayed like that until he fell asleep. A cloud had been lifted as we both felt the pressure lifted off of us. I gently picked the boy up and carried him back to his room like I had before. On the way, I couldn't help but wander about this 'beast' he kept mentioning. The mere thought of such a horrid creature living inside this tiny, green body was absurd. Then again, Beast Boy and I did travel into Raven's mind and ended up fighting against her 'rage-self.' Maybe there was something bothering him deep down inside. Maybe I should ask Raven about it? She knows emotions better than anyone else I know. Or maybe… maybe I shouldn't ask. I glanced down and watched him sleep peacefully. A faint smile was on his lips. What was going on inside his head? Better question… what was going on with him?