The entire chamber grew deathly quiet as Cassandra surveyed the area with peering, stark blue eyes. Rapunzel stood in horror at the sight of her former friend: she looked eerily pale, shadows of fatigue lingered under her gaze, and her hair, glowing with the Moonstone's power, was disheveled and unruly from sleepless nights. She even looked skinnier, and Rapunzel wondered about the last time she had eaten.

"Cassandra," she approached slowly, keeping her attention focused on her handmaiden. "I've been worried sick about you," she admitted.

"Have you?" Cassandra wasn't looking at Rapunzel. Her steely look had landed squarely on Shay, who was now standing shakily on top of Haderon's coffin. "Yes, it makes sense that you would be concerned, since you must know why I'm here." She snapped her fingers in Shay's direction, and a crack of electricity arced from the sound. "Hand over your half of the Moonstone, you little witch. I won't ask twice."

Shay was holding the Moonstone close to her now, its broken half hovering dangerously close to her stomach. "If I give you what you want," she spoke through gritted teeth, "you'll just kill everyone here."

Cassandra considered it for a moment. "That would please my mother, wouldn't it?" she mused aloud. "Vengeance on the woman who killed her, plus the destruction of those who hated her name. It's genuinely very, very tempting." She sucked between her teeth. "But I've been thinking about it, and I actually don't really care about my mother. Clearly, she didn't care so much about me, so why should I about her? No, it's not about my mother, you see." She drew the black sword from her back, the blade glinting in shades of white and blue. "It's about control. I submit to you a question: what do you do when you have a power so great that you could rule the world with it?"

"Cassandra, please," Varian spoke up, his face gaunt with trauma.

"When you have something that powerful," Cassandra continued, ignoring Varian's plea, "it's only logical that you protect it in some way, to keep it out of unwanted hands. When the Sundrop and Moonstone magically manifested in this world, the first people to discover them would of course reason that both powers combined would kill the user. It's a ploy, a ruse to keep anyone from trying it…to keep them from pursuing an ambition that could bring any and all who defy them to heel."

"Cassandra," Rapunzel tried. "No one here is against you. Please, just come home! We can talk about this, all of it, make things right again!"

"See, that's the problem," Cassandra began to pace, walking leisurely back and forth in the center of the chamber. "You're implying that things were 'right' to begin with when they weren't. For years, I was kept in the wings, waiting for the opportunity to show the world what I had to offer. I was forced to the back of the stage to make way for male guards, for male emissaries, and finally for a princess who was thought long dead."

Rapunzel felt something nudge her hand, and she flinched, her eyes darting to see Varian at her side. When Cassandra's back was turned, he pressed something into her fingers, his expression burning with urgency. He fell back once more as Rapunzel surreptitiously fisted what felt like a folded piece of parchment. "I would never hold you back from anything, Cass," Rapunzel implored.

"Prove it," Cassandra snapped her attention back to the princess. "Give me the Sundrop."

"I…what?"

Cassandra rolled her eyes. "Stop playing dumb and hand it over."

"Cassandra," Rapunzel shook her head helplessly, "even if I could, I don't know how."

"Well, one of you does," Cassandra swept the sword around, pointing the tip at Shay. "Little miss Pleiades here has access to all magical knowledge in her head. If anyone here knows how to do it, it's her."

"How do you know about Pleiades?" Varian demanded.

"A little birdy told me," Cassandra answered in a sing-song voice.

"You mean Zhan Tiri?" Rapunzel concluded. The name made Cassandra freeze. "Oh, Cassandra - "

"I don't know what you're talking about," Cassandra hissed.

"The little girl," Shay extended a finger, pointing somewhere over Cassandra's shoulder. "The one right next to you."

"You can see…of course, you can." Cassandra sneered.

"Clearly, you can't," Martin spat bitterly. "Your father's been struggling to recover from the Sapporian coup, and I bet you haven't thought of him once because you thought it was a smart idea to listen to some creepy little demon…girl?" He squinted at Shay. "Wait, you said a girl?"

"Zhan Tiri has taken many forms," Shay responded, her expression cold. "A little girl would be unassuming to you, harmless. Its encounter with Demanitus was in the form of an old woman."

"Cassandra," Varian took a step forward, hands raised. "I know how we can fix this. There's a device that Demanitus designed, a tool we can use to –"

"You and your tools," Cassandra scoffed. "You think you're so clever, so sympathetic. There was a time when you were just like me, Varian. Look at how soft you are, now. All that ambition just faded away, and why? Because you still care what other people think."

With Cassandra's attention divided, Rapunzel carefully unfolded the note Varian had handed her. Words had been hastily scribbled there, along with a broken explanation:

Sundrop incant – last resort, be careful

Rapunzel scanned the lines that followed, her eyes widening. Fingers shaking, she tucked the slip of paper away.

"What about your father?" Cassandra was still laying into Varian. "You could have freed him by now if you had just taken the Moonstone from your little girlfriend instead of allowing yourself to be locked up, forced to work for a princess who promised to help you and never came."

Varian looked like an exposed nerve, and he spoke like one, too. "Shut up."

Cassandra suddenly strode purposefully towards him, stopping only inches away. "It only upsets you because it's true," she growled in his face.

"You know," Varian exhaled sharply, pressing his lips into a grim line. "I used to really care about you. What you thought of me, what I could do to make you happy. I thought that maybe –"

Cassandra threw her head back and started cackling. "You seriously –" She stopped abruptly, staring daggers at him. "You nearly crushed me to death with your metal contraptions. You seriously think that I would reciprocate anything you'd have to offer after that?"

Varian swallowed, his shoulders tight as he clenched his fists. "No," he whispered.

"I've heard enough." Martin came to stand in front of Varian, his blonde hair slick with sweat. "Give us your half of the Moonstone, and no one has to get hurt."

Cassandra raised a skeptical eyebrow at him. "Or what?" she snorted. "You going to try and hit me with that standard-issue rusty iron toothpick my dad hands out to new recruits?"

"I'm not going to fight you," Martin answered. "He is."

"Who –" Cassandra was cut off as Caius swung from behind, Spellbane thrumming through the air. Cassandra ducked and counter-swung, triumph blazing across her face as she anticipated her opponent's weapon breaking in two. Instead, the sound of black rock against enchanted metal reverberated like a gong around the chamber, shaking teeth and humming bone. "What?!"

"Little hawk," Caius said casually over his shoulder. "Our bargain?"

"With my life, Uncle," Shay answered, her gaze fixated squarely on Cassandra's frozen expression.

Caius grinned. "The princess ordered me to subdue you," he told Cassandra, pressing closer into the blade lock; if he was struggling, he wasn't showing it. "It's been a long time since I've had a worthy opponent."

Cassandra bore her teeth. "I am MORE than worthy."

The fight that ensued was one of the greatest duels any in the chamber would ever see. Cassandra was young, but inexperienced, her attacks quick but wild, relying strongly on the power embedded in her chest. Caius, on the other hand, knew each move the woman attempted to make, his parries planned full seconds in advance. He was older, but he was also stronger, muscles surging effortlessly against each blow Cassandra threw.

"It's over, old man!" Cassandra danced backwards, thrusting her free hand through the air. A spray of black rocks erupted from the floor, cracking through stone as they raced towards Caius. But victory was again short-lived in Cassandra's eyes as the rocks abruptly stopped in their tracks before liquefying, spreading across the floor in oily pools of obsidian black. Cassandra spared a sneer at Shay, who had flung her hand out in response to the attack. Shay then doubled over, clutching at her heart as she gasped from the effort.

"Varian," Martin shoved the alchemist in the direction of the coffin. "You need to take that thing away from her, now!"

"The Moonstone is MINE!" Cassandra screeched, dodging Caius as he attempted to stop her. Spellbane nicked across her cheek, blood running down her face as she flew like lightning to the coffin. Her hand extended like a claw to snatch Shay's hair, and she whipped the girl's head back violently, blade poised across her throat like a black guillotine. "Give it to me now!"

Varian abruptly stalled, staring as the woman he once loved threatened his only childhood friend. Cassandra's face was lit with murderous contempt, and Shay barely had enough strength to struggle, fingers straining to keep the blue stone out of Cassandra's grasp. The sight of Cassandra's wrath and desperation made something in him break, something he thought was long gone. Any and all sympathy, all hope he once had for her and anything they could have had together was instantly purged, like bleach on a bloodstain. A fury ignited inside him like he'd never felt before: it wasn't like the anger he'd experienced the night he'd captured the queen, nor was it the rage he'd expressed when he'd confronted Caius at the cabin. This was an almost feral thing, rising inside him until his hair was a blaze of blue. He reached a hand out, wordless, and the Lunar Celestial's voice was suddenly booming in his head. The piece hovering in Shay's hand blazed towards him, landing squarely in his outstretched palm. With a cry, he slammed it into his chest, engulfing the chamber with hot light.

"You foolish little boy," Cassandra glared venomously at Varian as black began to spread across his body, enveloping him from head to toe in armor that mirrored hers. "You think it changes anything, taking it for yourself?"

"Get away from her," he seethed.

"For a genius, you sure are stupid," Cassandra droned. "I still have your little witch friend hostage, you moron! The demand is still the same – give me the Moonstone or watch her bleed!"

"Power of the Sun…gift me with your light."

The entire chamber gave pause as Rapunzel's voice began to chant, her hands clasped tightly over her heart. "Shine into the dark," she continued, her confidence growing. "Restore our fading sight…Rise into the dawn, blazing star so bright…"

"What is she doing?" Martin unconsciously started stepping back.

Caius frowned, watching closely as Rapunzel began to glow with vibrant solar energy, golden light pouring over her skin as her brown hair burst into a blaze of glory. Her eyes were white and flowing with power as she finished the incantation, "Burn away the strife…let my hope ignite…let hope IGNITE!"

Fire arced in slices across the chamber, washing in waves against the pillars. Martin flinched, bracing himself against the flames, but instead of burning, he felt a gentle, pleasant warmth, like standing in a field at noonday. The light enveloped even Caius, and he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

Cassandra's eyes were wide and apoplectic, and she tossed Shay aside like a doll. "You dare," she fumed, leveling her sword in Rapunzel's direction. "You dare…I'll kill you myself, you insolent little sot!"

Varian was on the move, dashing towards her. She swung at him, but the blade bounced against his armored forearm; he stumbled, but he managed to reach her before she could make another attempt, toppling her off the coffin to the ground.

"Princess!" Shay called, casting a glowing red strand.

Rapunzel was suddenly there, the strand turning gold in her grasp. She reached down with a burning hand to grasp Cassandra's forehead, and the strand began to wind itself around the madwoman's wrists. Cassandra started to scream as the Moonstone began to sputter and flash, repulsed by Rapunzel's power as she tried to break free.

"Now, Varian!" she ordered, her voice reverberating.

Varian reached for the Moonstone, his armor retracting to give him grip. With a tug, he ripped the piece out of Cassandra's chest, the stone clicking cleanly into his hand.

There was no sudden shock, no flash of light or earthquake to accompany Cassandra's defeat. She simply slumped on the ground, expressionless, tears running hot into her dark hair. Rapunzel slowly retracted her hand, then stumbled backwards and fell to her knees, the light dissipating from her falling shoulders. Varian staggered to his feet, panting. He reached for the Moonstone over his heart and pulled, extracting it from his own chest. His hands were trembling as he brought the two halves together, and the whole Moonstone fell patiently into his hand.

"We did it," he smiled with relief.

"Cassandra," Rapunzel croaked, her face wet with pain. "Why?"

Cassandra was unconscious now, her breathing labored. Her duel with Caius had worn her out, and the Moonstone had taken its toll. Everyone seemed relieved that she was no longer a threat, but the atmosphere was still heavy.

"Shay," Martin crossed to the girl as she stumbled down from the coffin. "Are you alright?"

"Yes," Shay said, the word heavy with fatigue. "But we need to purge Zhan Tiri from the Moonstone."

"Oh? You mean, me?"

They turned to see what looked like a child, standing in the middle of the chamber. She was dressed like nobility, precious stones adorning her high forehead, and her hands were dainty and folded before her. She would have seemed sweet, regal even, if it wasn't for her sickly grey pallor and devilish grin. They watched as she began to clap, slow and condescending.

"Congratulations," she told them, rolling her steely black eyes. "You've done very well, bringing me here, Cassandra." She glanced briefly at the unconscious woman on the ground. "Oh? She's not home right now, it seems."

"Zhan Tiri," Rapunzel breathed.

"The one and only, my dear," Zhan Tiri swept her arms out, posing in her wide skirt. "So pleased to finally meet you."

"How?" Varian asked, his face a mask of horror.

"Quite simple, really," the demon answered. "Dimension walls wear thin after a few hundred years, a process that can be expedited by the clashing of great powers. It was something Demanitus was fully aware of, mind you. But he had no other recourse when he stabbed me in the back and sent me on my merry way. But that's all beside the point, isn't it?" She tapped her chin. "It doesn't matter how, really. What matters is that you two –" She spun her finger between Rapunzel and Varian " – have what I want, and you're going to give it to me."

Martin was the first to speak. "Or what?" he squinted. "I could wear you on my foot like a slipper."

"Looks can be deceiving, young man," Zhan Tiri pursed her lips. "You see, long before I was labeled as a demon, I was…well, I was actually just like her." Her finger aimed squarely at Shay. "Well, actually more like her mother, which should tell you something very important. I know magic, and this place is brimming with it." She breathed in deeply, and plumes of ethereal smoke began to swirl around her, concealing her from view. When the smoke dissipated, an incredibly striking young woman stood in her place, black silk trailing over her bare feet, long fingernails tapping against her comely chin. "People so love to use the word 'demon' to describe what they fear," she mused. "And I assure you, I am to be feared."

Everyone was steeped in dread when the chamber suddenly became filled with boisterous, cold laughter. It was from Caius, who was slapping his chest with mirth, his good eye almost streaming with tears.

Zhan Tiri gave him a look that could have withered a flower field. "What on earth are you doing? Is this a breakdown?"

Caius composed himself enough to speak. "Forgive me," he ran a hand through his greying hair. "I just find it funny."

The demon's eyes were slits now. "Find what funny?"

"You're posturing. And you've just admitted your greatest weakness like it was nothing." Caius shifted Spellbane over his shoulder, his lips curled into a wicked grin. "You're a witch."

"Of course, I am," Zhan Tiri simmered, dark smoke emanating from her in rolling waves. "And I have far more control over any magic than any other in the world, which means you've lost."

Caius began to walk forward. "No." He took Spellbane in both hands, hefting it before him like a shield. "It means I get to hunt you."

Now it was Zhan Tiri's turn to laugh. "You think a sword can stop me?"

Varian was at Shay's side, gripping her arm. "Can it?" he whispered.

Awe had dawned on Shay's face, wiping away the pain and fatigue. "Yes," she answered.

Zhan Tiri's presence seemed to swell and fill the entire tomb, chilling everyone but Rapunzel and Caius to the bone. The Sundrop within the princess seemed to respond on instinct, creating a sphere of light that surrounded her and her friends. She held her hands out in an effort to maintain it, arms shaking with fatigue as they watched Caius continue his implacable approach. Undaunted, he continued, and the runes of Spellbane began to glow white-hot, causing the metal to sing.

Zhan Tiri had shifted again, this time into horned, eldritch being, inky tentacles lashing out in wild arcs. Caius didn't stop, and Varian heard Shay gasp as as an unholy appendage streaked towards his head. But the sword in his hands held true, and an aura seemed to engulf the man as he sliced forward, hacking the monster's tentacle off in a single blow. Zhan Tiri roared, more in outrage than in pain, and the demon doubled its efforts, swinging and shrieking all the while. Caius met each attempt with further dismemberment, continuing his walk as he neared the creature's writhing form.

"YOU CANNOT DEFEAT ME!"

Caius ducked, dodged forward, and thrust the sword into the demon's belly. Fire erupted from the wound, winding its way across its entire body, engulfing it in waves of anti-magic. The creature gurgled and hissed, steam gushing and rising into hazy clouds, obscuring Caius as he held true to the killing blow.

"Uncle!" Shay tried to run, but Varian held her fast.

Martin's sword was out, and he reached to help the princess to her feet as he cautiously approached, his throat bobbing as he swallowed anxiously. "Old man?" he called.

The steam slowly began to filter away, drawn down the dark entryway and pressing into the high, rocky ceiling. Caius stood there, covered in black, his hands still tightly gripping his brother's sword. He stared down at what was now a puddle of ink, bubbling and simmering into cold silence.

"Incredible," Rapunzel wheezed, and a wave of relief washed over her, sending her back to her knees. "She's…it's gone."

Caius took Spellbane and gingerly wiped the blade on the side of his trousers before sheathing it over his back. He looked a bit drained, but triumph made his eyes glint as he glared down at what was left of Zhan Tiri.

"Does anything else think that was a bit…anti-climactic?" Martin sheathed his own weapon, looking disgusted at the black smear on the floor.

"Uncle," Shay gingerly tugged herself free from Varian, shifting forward on her toes. "I…"

Caius looked at her, slowly shaking his head. "Don't. This changes nothing." He took a deep breath and exhaled, as if releasing an entire decade of air from his lungs. "You…you are not like this…thing. And you're not like your mother. I suppose you would think that a poor thing."

"No," Shay agreed wearily. "But maybe I am a little like you."

"Perhaps," Caius asserted, making his way over to Cassandra. He hoisted her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and turned to face his niece. "But if you are, it means you still have much to learn."

Shay's eyes welled with tears, and she barely noticed Varian take her hand. "It's over," she whispered.

"Yeah." Varian glanced down at the Moonstone in his hand. "Almost, at least."

"We need to take Cassandra back to Corona," Rapunzel pressed a hand to her face, wiping a smudge from her cheek. "We can't make it all the way back in one night."

"Come," Caius began walking towards the tunnel. "I will escort you all back to the witch's cabin."

The way back to Lyra's cabin was quiet and hazy. Everyone was far too exhausted to say a word, and even Caius was beginning to show signs of wear. The snowy meadow was a sight to see, patches of spring green peeking through the grey as the sun fell beneath the trees, pink and purple washing across the sky like spilled paint.

Inside the cabin, Cassandra was firmly tied and laid out across the table, still motionless and most likely in need of medical attention. Rapunzel offered to sing for her, but Varian advised against it. "You could pass out, the way you are," he warned. "Let her sleep. She could be trouble if she wakes up right now, anyway."

Rapunzel sighed. "You're right." The princess remained content to serve her friends that evening, insisting that Shay remain resting as she went about cooking at the fireplace and drawing water for them to wash up. Caius opted silently to stand watch outside the cabin, to which no one argued; they were all still a bit shaken by the witch hunter's ease at slaying the legendary demon.

By the time Varian was finished cleaning up, everyone else was ready to retire. Rapunzel had graciously accepted Shay's room upstairs, and Martin was already snoring away in one of the chairs, slumped with his knuckles almost touching the floor. Varian sighed, almost content, except for the Celestial item he had in his pocket. He'd placed it safely inside a glass tube, assured that as long as he was in possession of it, the Moonstone wouldn't cause anyone any more trouble.

Shay came down the stairs with Killy in her arms, boards creaking under her bare feet as she took in the sight of the room and allowed herself a small smile. "Hey," Varian reached over to stroke under the hare's chin with a crooked finger. "I was wondering where you'd gone to."

"I left him here," Shay explained quietly, glancing at Martin to make sure they wouldn't wake him. "He probably hid from Caius while he waited for my signal."

Varian glanced ominously at the front door. "You let him have Spellbane."

"Yes." Shay nodded. "It's part of the bargain."

"Yeah, about that." Varian frowned. "You care explaining what this 'bargain' is to me?"

Shay chewed her lip. "I'll tell you in the morning."

Varian wanted to fight her on it, but he sighed instead. "Alright."

"Listen," Shay set the hare down, and Killy hopped back up the stairs. "I didn't…I know I made you worry, and that what I did was…frightening."

"That's one word for it."

"I-I just…" She sighed shakily. "Oh, how do I do this…I never want to hurt you, Varian. Ever. I'm not…" She sighed again, her hands tangling themselves together as the color rose over her nervous expression. "After everything we've been through together, and everything you've done for me, I…I just want you to know how much I appreciate it. All of it. If you hadn't shown up that day, I'm sure I would still be sitting here, wondering when my life would begin."

Varian considered it. "I guess, in a way, I did kind of break out of prison to help you." Shay smiled at the joke. "But really, I-I should be thanking you," he continued, his voice breaking into a stammer. "I mean, you've saved my life and traveled everywhere with me, and that's…awesome." He tugged at his collar, clearing his throat. "But, you know, I'm sure it's because we're such good friends, and –"

"Right," Shay agreed a little too quickly. "Yes, of course. The best."

"Yeah." Varian took a deep breath. "Well, I, uh…Goodnight, Shay."

"Oh," Shay blinked. "Yes. Goodnight, Varian."

They stood there for almost a minute, breathing. Then Shay broke eye contact and turned away, and Varian knew if he did nothing, he would regret it for the rest of his life. He snatched her hand before she walked out of reach, tugging her back to his side. "This is stupid," he said suddenly. "Listen, I can't…I can't put it into words."

Shay paused, eyes wide. Then she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and stepped into his space. "Then don't," she whispered.

Varian's brain stalled, and he hesitated once before taking her face in his hands and planting a very swift, hard kiss on her lips. Too hard, teeth knocked together. He leaned back after a second, freckles standing out on his beet-red face. It had to have been the worst kiss in the history of ever, and as Shay's hands rose, he nearly flinched, waiting for a good slap across the face for being so sloppily forward.

Instead, Shay grabbed two fistfuls of his shirt and pulled him back in, moving long and slow over his mouth in a way that banished any and all regret he had. Her arms were around his neck, fingers in his hair, and he'd forgotten completely where he was. He held her tight and fast, flooded with ecstasy. After a few moments, she let him go, and he wondered how he had gone for so long without kissing her before. He realized in that instant how much he'd genuinely believed he would grow old and die without so much as a peck on the cheek.

"I…sorry," Shay said breathlessly. "I've wanted to do that for weeks."

Varian gave a single chuckle before reaching for one more kiss, gentler this time. She tasted like raspberry and chamomile. "We'll talk," he asked, almost timidly. "In the morning?"

Shay nodded slowly, dazed. "Yes."

"'Kay." He let her go, fingers trailing from hers as she made her way up the stairs. "Goodnight."

She smiled at him one last time, and he could have sworn he saw tears in her eyes, before she stepped silently out of view.

As the excitement slowly faded, a number of questions and concerns began leaking into Varian's thoughts, and he settled down near the hearth with a furrow forming between his eyebrows. He wasn't sure what any of it meant, what it would lead to, especially with the king's shackles awaiting his wrists…but surely things would turn up eventually. After a kiss like that, things had to turn out alright. After about half an hour of mulling things over, sleep finally took him, hastened by the exhausting events of the day.

The cabin slept, and silence eventually settled, a light breeze blowing through cracks in the wood. With the moon drifting high overhead through silvery clouds, Shay emerged from the front door, tucking the hood of her cloak over her head. The snow cramped under her feet at she stepped out next to Caius, who sat patiently on the front step with Spellbane in hand.

"I'm ready," Shay said.

The next morning, Rapunzel awoke and shuffled down the stairs, a great yawn stretching across her face. "Good morning, everyone!" she greeted Varian and Martin. Cassandra was awake now, though she'd been gagged, so the best she could do was stare dismally at Rapunzel's entrance, shadows of loathing under her hazel eyes. Rapunzel felt her blood grow cold at the sight of her friend-turned-enemy awake, and she cleared her throat uncomfortably. "Let's grab what we need from this place and head back to Corona."

"Yeah," Martin sneezed, sniffling as he reached for his boots. "It's a good thing we found this place out here. Made for a good midway point between the castle and Cassandra's hideout."

Varian rubbed his eyes, wiping his hands down his face. "Wait…where are we, again?"

Martin rolled his eyes. "Wake up, man. We apprehended the Captain's daughter yesterday, remember? We found this cabin to squat in overnight, there was no way we could make it to Corona in a day."

"Right." Varian scratched the back of his head. "Yeah. Huh." He stood and stretched, then checked his goggles. "I just had the weirdest dream. Something about a witch and a demon? Or was it a witch that turned into a demon?"

Rapunzel shook her head, her brow creased with humor. "We all get weird dreams sometimes, Varian. Come on, we need to head back."

Martin hauled Cassandra off the table. "Hope you don't need the privy, because you're not getting the chance to use it."

Varian's expression was still puzzled. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, but as he reached into his pocket, the Moonstone was still there. Content, he shrugged and reached for his bag. "Right," he remembered suddenly. "With the Moonstone…we can free my dad."

"Yes, Varian," Rapunzel agreed, genuine joy spreading across her features. "As soon as we reach Corona, I'll see to it personally. You're going to see your father again!"