Author's Note: Been awhile since the last update; real life is pretty demanding (did you know it's possible to get two DUI's in one week? One of my family members found out, and it's become a rather involved ordeal...the reckless idiot). Chapter 4 has been revised heavily, as I did not like the direction it was headed. I want to keep the story exciting and funny, and Illestre's death was not in line with what I have in mind. So, I re-present chapter 4, with Illestre not dying and a detail or two revised. Chapter 5 will be up next Tuesday, after it finishes its beta circuit. Reviews appreciated, and thanks to those still reading!

Thundris Windweaver offered the Sentinels a glass of good Moonberry wine. Both declined the offer. He should have figured on that; diligent warriors protecting the kingdom did not wish to compromise their mental faculties regardless of perceived safety. He did wish that he had not offered the two human girls the same drink. They were busily quaffing the excellent beverage as though it was fresh spring water, and in these difficult times it was very difficult to procure many such luxuries. Regardless he prided himself on his civilized hospitality. "Are you quite sure? This is the first report of Ghostpaw wolves in Darkshore. This does not bode well."

Relia nodded tiredly. "The Moonkin encroaching could be attributed to their madness. Ghostpaw are wolves; wolves must hunt and so they follow their prey. I think"-

Illestre interrupted, her youthful zeal getting the better of her sense of decorum. "I believe there must be something forcing these creatures from their homes. If you would, please send us immediately to Eastern Ashenvale to investigate and give our comrades aid. Surely this is a sign that the Orcs or worse-like the demons they are in league with-are further"-

"I have my own suspicions, Illestre, as does Relia. Please allow her to finish her report." Thundris drummed his long fingers on the wooden bole he leaned against.

Relia nodded at Illestre sympathetically. Her friend's rashness could one day get her in a great deal of trouble. "That the Ghostpaw would migrate so far north is a possible sign of Orc intrusion, certainly. Beasts are quicker to heed the forest's warnings. I believe the situation can wait, though. A written report, sent to Archdruid Staghelm's advisors, would suffice."

Illestre kept her face expressionless but was displeased nonetheless. The Archdruid would of course not see the dire situation created by the Orcs and their demonic allies. He cared little for the hardships his negligence caused their kinsmen in Ashenvale. Once again the issue of their mortality would usurp more pressing concerns. "May I compose the report?"

Thundris shook his head. "He is accustomed to receiving reports from me, as are his advisors. I would like to keep things as stable for him as I can, even through such small details."

"Do you all really think so highly of him!" Illestre exploded, unable to hold back her disappointment. "He is only concerned with restoring our immortality"-

"Only? Concerned only with restoring our immortality?" Thundris leaned forward in disbelief. "Sentinel Illestre Greenpath, you answer to him. He has sacrificed his personal life for this noble goal. Now you wish to alarm him further with wild tales of Orcs and-and corruption and…really!" He breathed deeply to calm himself. He noted bemusedly the human girls had gone quiet at the sudden angry turn in the conversation. "I understand and sympathize with your concerns, Sentinel Greenpath, but it is a tempest in a teacup. We must, for the sake of our people, not trouble him and distract him from his great work."

Illestre reined in her raging anger. In a more subdued tone she continued. "I worry, then, that our single-minded focus on our immortality is causing us to ignore issues that threaten us in the immediate future. We are threatened on all sides and yet it seems we wish to remain blind to it. Please give me my orders to seek out the leading Sentinel in Ashenvale." She hoped she could sway the militia leader there to note the troubles.

Thundris sighed. "I have your orders from Darnassas, Sentinels. However I believe it would be in the best interests of the humans to have an escort. We are continuing to build relations with the human kingdom and our allies of the Alliance. At this very moment Ambassador Dolfen is settling into the inn with his entourage. While escorting the two girls may seem a small task, I assure you it will go over well in Stormwind. I will write to your commanding Sentinel and inform her of the change."

Illestre reeled. She had been waiting anxiously for the Ashenvale assignment. "You cannot! I must go! My kin patrol the area and my uncle is in the Dor Dannil Barrow Den! I must! Do not take this from me, I beg you!"

Relia put a calming hand on her friend's back. "We are needed in another matter, Illestre. If such is our duty then such is our fate. Do not forget your obligation to our people."

Thundris nodded his agreement. "I will have the innkeeper ready quarters for you." He considered the suddenly attentive humans who still kept a firm grip on his Moonberry wine. "I suppose they must stay as well. Perhaps they will serve some use yet. Have they mentioned any kin?"

Illestre balked. "No. As I explained, they were found harried by the Ghostpaw. They know neither Darnassian nor Common. Sentinel Newmoon even tried a bit of Dwarvish. I tell you, they know nothing. I have never encountered anything like it. We must explore their purposes here. They are helpless."

Relia frowned. "We have reason to believe that one, at least, has had some sort of combat training." She went on to explain Holly's fortuitous victory over the Moonkin warrior.

"I see," Thundris allowed after she had finished. "We will certainly keep an eye on the two. For the time being we will house them in the inn. The next ship to the Eastern Kingdoms will arrive…" He considered the timetable. "In perhaps four days. I will check on the exact time and secure passage for you. Is this agreeable?"

The scowl on Illestre's face indicated that the situation was anything but agreeable. Relia nodded. "If these are our orders we will see them through."

The Druid nodded. "I will admit an ulterior motive in having you escort these humans. Please, follow me." He led them upstairs to continue the discussion.

Holly and Maria stayed put for a few moments. Neither were particularly adept at 'holding their liquor', and as such soon forwent glasses entirely for simply passing the bottle between each other. Holly's inhibitions were soon as liquefied as that of a freshman college girl's during Rush Week. She thought on why the Druid would wish to speak with the Sentinels alone and decided she didn't like that at all. She stood up and nodded at Maria. "I've gotta pee. I'll be right back."

Maria nodded and clutched the bottle to her chest. "S'okay, but I get to keep thish' here."

"Yeah, keep it," Holly agreed. She tried to clear her head and think coherently. It was difficult and she soon gave up. All she wanted to do was find out what was going on upstairs; that was harmless, wasn't it? So decided she padded as softly as she could in the direction their hosts had disappeared.

Though the home was spacious she had an easy time finding the three Kaldorei due to the open, airy design. Their voices were hushed but unmistakable. Holly crept along the hallway wall and pressed her ear to the door. To her dismay it eased open a bit. Cringing she ducked low. If they chose to come out she would be found.

Holly had nothing to fear. Inside the room the Sentinels stared in engrossed revulsion at the items Druid Windweaver presented to them.

"Are these…they are corrupted, surely," Relia said.

The Druid nodded. "I sense it as well. The Dwarves of the Remtravel Excavation Site uncovered them, but not before they showed at least part of their true nature. When the Dwarves slept nearby the ancient Golems they were unearthing became animated. The monstrosities attacked the camp and sought out these medallions single-mindedly. Two Dwarves fell in the attack. The others fled here and are quite leery of continuing with the items. Nonetheless they are items of power and must be guarded. The Dwarven excavators were adamant they be sent to Ironforge. I am attempting to sway them into allowing us to see them to Stormwind."

"Stormwind?" Illestre asked. "May I ask why that particular city?"

"The humans have more knowledge of the arcane than we Kaldorei, and more than the Dwarves." Windweaver ran a thumb over the medallion's tarnished surface. "We stopped delving into such magic long ago."

"Azshara," Relia agreed. "Our magic is of the forest, of nature. Still, I understand that Stormwind houses many warlocks as well. Do you worry these items might fall into their hands?"

"Indeed, but those who practice magic drawn from the Twisting Nether are not sanctioned or even unofficially pardoned. Those who choose the darker path are not operating with the blessing of Stormwind's authorities."

Relia shook her head. "It does not matter. The simple fact is that there are far less dark practitioners in our lands than those of the Eastern Kingdoms. They would be safer here."

"This is true, Sentinel, but none of our people can properly investigate the power held by these medallions. The humans will provide a good excuse for your journey to Stormwind. You will keep these secret and deliver them to Archmage Tervosh upon your arrival. This is your commission."

Holly had seen enough. Clearly the shiny disks the Druid was waving about were important. Holly knew the best way to stay alive was to know absolutely nothing important of any sort. Holly slithered down the hall and down the stairs to Maria. She had some faking to do.

They passed the bottle back and forth. Sprawled out on the hard, clean lined furniture of the Druid's home, they were quite a sight when the Sentinels and the Druid reappeared.

Relia glared at them. "I do hope you two have enjoyed your indulgence." She pulled Holly up and briefly considered carrying her dead-man style over the shoulder. With her luck the human girl would probably vomit down her back. Instead she set her on her feet. "I will not carry you. If you intend to behave so appallingly then you will walk yourself as would an adult. Can you manage?"

Holly, not understanding a word but knowing that the Sentinel was angry, swayed slightly to imitate being completely sloshed. "I'm jus' gonna follow you," she slurred, poking a finger at Relia. Ish' tha' okay?"

Relia gritted her teeth and turned to Thundris. "We will take our leave now, friend. Thank you for you hospitality despite this…childishness." Humans! Honestly!

Holly woke to the worst breath humanly imaginable being expelled in regular intervals into her face. Cracking one eye, she found Maria curled up next to her in the bed. Grimacing, she rolled Maria onto her stomach. There. Let her melt the sheets with her skank-breath.

Speaking of which…Holly had not brushed her teeth and the wine consumed the previous evening was busily forming sentient societies in her mouth. Ick. She sat up, rubbed her eyes, and fell clumsily out of bed. Aside from the fact that she was in Azeroth it felt like a typical morning. All that was missing was the thumping bass music of their dorm suitemate.

How to go about getting water? The stone-and-wood water basin along the right wall was bone dry. Bully for the lack of running water. She schlepped to the door, hearing the wood underfoot creak. She opened the door and eased her head out to look about. "Eh, hello? Ishnu-allah? Water? Agua?"

Not a soul stirred. She realized why immediately upon seeing the heavy purple drapery pulled across the wide windows; it was daylight. The night elves were nocturnal. Ergo, if she wanted water she would have to find it herself. Where was that Moonwell here in Auberdine, she wondered, and how sacrilegious would it be if she took a quick bath in it? Considering the Kaldorei believed their goddess slept in the wells during the day she guessed it would earn her a lot of sharp objects in uncomfortable places.

If she looked at it reasonably the whole situation was like visiting a foreign country. She didn't know the language, the customs and hell, even the people, were strange to her. She needed to rearrange herself and stop thinking in terms of Western ideals. That meant becoming nocturnal as well. So thinking, she headed back down the hall to her room. Though her teeth were still not cleaned, the impending cavities would be considered later though she shuddered to think what 'dentistry' meant in Azeroth.

"Hol-ee!"

Holly stopped and turned at her name. "Heya?"

Sentinel Illestre smiled at the groggy, disheveled human. It was so easy to forget their preference for sunlight. She motioned to the heavy lacquered pitcher Holly toted. "Follow me. I will show you where to get water. I was going to get a pitcher myself."

Holly dawdled along after the tall night elf, trying to ignore the wretched taste in her mouth and the hangover headache. Thankfully it was not a rager, but she would like an asprin all the same. Luckily she still had a small half-full pill bottle in her hiking pack. Now if only she had some water to down it with…

Illestre glided down a set of stairs and opened a side door to the outside. She laughed at Holly's confused expression. "Yes, you must come," she beckoned. "Did you think I would simply bring you water? You will have to learn to do this on your own. I have my own tasks here, and you will have to look after yourself a bit." Squinting in the harsh light of day the pair set out for the nearby well.

For Holly, the entire ordeal was nothing short of amazing. These mouth-breathing troglodytes got water out of a well? God, this place was ridiculous. Every time she wanted fresh water she would have to trudge out to a mud hole circled with a low rise of stone and fish it out with a bucket on a rope. How completely surreal. And Maria called her a redneck! To add to the surreal quality of the ordeal the Sentinel still had her glaive secured to her hip. Well, she supposed that had more to do with actually being a warrior, but still.

They had reentered the inn, Illestre's hand still on the doorknob, when wild screaming split the air. Holly goggled around stupidly and Illestre shot off in the direction of the alarm, letting her pitcher fall. Holly grabbed for it in shock and remained where she was.

Illestre, glaive at the ready, followed the screams to Thundris Windweaver's abode. A small crowd gathered, most in sleepwear but still brandishing weapons. Two other Sentinels raced to join her. One called out. "What has happened? What is the trouble?"

"I do not know," Illestre barked. "Be at the ready!" The trio entered and scoured the home quickly. All seemed in place until, following the shrieking, they reached Thundris' bedroom. A village woman, hands still full of clean linens, cowered in a corner. One of Illestre's companions gasped while the others kept their stoic façade. "Get the villager out."

To say Thundris had been murdered did him a grave injustice. He had been tortured brutally. His body had been tied to his bed, restraints at his wrists and ankles secured to the bedposts. An expression of pure agony still lay across his face, contorting it. He had bitten through his own tongue, Illestre noted in horror. Blood covered his torso and bed. Flesh had been peeled from his body.

"Why?" one Sentinel murmured. She shook her head as though to clear it. "Begin questioning the nearest neighbors, the villager who found him, and we need…we need…"

"No one leaves town until the perpetrator is caught," Illestre announced. Where was Relia, anyway? "I will have a villager go for my companion. No griffin or ship leaves the city until we allow it."

One Sentinel scurried off to see after the order. The other nodded, eyes still affixed to the dead man in the bed. "I will…" she cleared her throat. "I will begin questioning possible witnesses. Please excuse me," she turned and fled, one hand pressed to her mouth. Illestre understood; Kaldorei simply did not kill other one another. Other races might, but the horror of it was too great for Kaldorei to surmount, whatever the reason.

She remembered the medallions. The box they had been kept in was not easy to find; Thundris had tucked it behind a quantity of land deeds and assorted parchment. Why had he not had them under guard?

The box was empty. She shivered. Who all had known about the discs?

At the inn, Holly still stood at the side entrance. What the hell was going on? More night elves were running in the direction the screams had come from, though the sound had stopped. At least her sense of self-preservation was intact. She ought to go back to her room, brush her damn teeth, throw Maria on the floor, and get some more sleep. Still, her sense of curiosity was killing her. Survival won out.

As she prepared to go back inside the door flew open. She flew with it, landing on her butt and losing both pitchers in the process. As staying on one's rear here seemed to be a bad idea, she made to stand. A hand entered her field of vision. Looking up she could see that the hand was attached to a very handsome, very concerned human man. "Sorry," she muttered, and allowed him to help her up. She was keenly aware of her unkempt appearance and awful breath. She tried hard to keep in mind that handsome face or no, he was still a primitive mouth-breathing troglodyte

The gentleman smiled weakly. He addressed her in Common speech. "You must go to your room, friend. Something terrible has happened and danger is still present. Are you all right? I apologize for your fall."

Holly understood none of his jabbering but nodded dumbly. "Ah…I'm…um…"

The man seemed to know she was addled. Taking her by the shoulders he guided her into the inn. "Please, how can I help you? Are you injured?"

"I don't speak your language," Holly blurted out quickly. "I'm sorry, but it's totally useless. I just need to get to Stormwind."

He perked up at that. "Stormwind?"

"Yes! Yes, Stormwind! God, anywhere in Stormwind would be so much better than this place! I'd take the Slaughtered Lamb or the Blue Recluse taverns over this!" She sniffled. "And I've never even played a warlock!"

His face went dark and secretive. "Warlock?" Could it be this strange woman was his contact? He had expected…well, someone competent. Though, she could well be employing a well scripted ruse. Those in the service of the Cult of the Damned were taught that true cleverness was the ability to conceal it, but he had just expected something completely different.

"Yeah, warlock. How's that for funny? Kel'Thuzad, you know, Twisting Nether magic, all that garbage." She pulled herself together. "I always played Horde, you know? How ridiculous is that?" At least he couldn't understand her.

Luckily his actions in Windweaver's home had pulled most of the Kaldorei away for the time being. He nodded. "I understand. I will have the medallions in your possession before you leave for Stormwind. See that you speak well of me to Master Var'un. Any good words would be…repaid." He leered at his contact.

Oh, right. She should probably have some kind of male escort. Now he probably thought she was a complete slut. "I'm just gonna go away now, okay? You're turning into a total creep, even if you do have a nice butt in those robes."

He nodded and bowed, making his exit quickly. Holly looked on, bewildered. What the hell had just happened? Were humans every bit as stupid as these Kaldorei? Good Lord, that was it. She was going right back to bed. Hopefully the man had just been an exception. Surely Stormwind wouldn't be as utterly insane as this place.

She winced. To actually get to Stormwind they had a lot of traveling to do, some of which would involve sailing on the seas in a wooden boat. Nothing could possibly be so awful, she decided.

Illestre sat down heavily upon her bed, body exhausted and mind whirling. Druid Windweaver's murder had nearly caused a riot; Kaldorei simply did not kill one another. Such an action was all but unthinkable to their kind. Her training and experience as a Sentinel had always pitted her against outside threats such as Orcs, maddened Moonkin, or beasts. While she had seen her fellow kinsmen and women fall in battle, those who died had never fallen to another Kaldorei.

On top of it all the citizens of Auberdine were in varying states of panic, horror, and outrage. They demanded swift justice and the promise of safety. In Illestre's haste to achieve those goals she had perhaps overstepped her boundaries. She had ordered every foreigner's person and belongings searched for the corrupted medallions, including the human ambassador. His entourage had been livid but the ambassador himself, Dolfen, had been as gracious as, well, as an alderman. He was clearly suited to a life of politics. Her search of his suite of rooms was thorough though respectful and he took it all in stride.

She had carried out the search of the inn and the others had divided up parts of the town. Holly and Maria had clearly known something was tremendously wrong, but the language barrier prevented them from understanding any more. She pitied them; they were in fear and helpless, the threat present and large, but they were utterly mystified at her attempts to inform them of the happenings. Illestre had given up in frustration and only pantomimed that they should stay in their room until she bid them leave. Yes, Maria, that includes the lavatory. Make use of the chamber pot.

Each ship in the harbor had been scoured for stowaways or medallions. Still the perpetrator or any clue eluded the Sentinels, to their great rage. Relia had been particularly infuriated. Illestre knew her partner and Druid Windweaver had been friends for a long while. In fact, Relia was pressing on the search after ordering the remaining Sentinels to rest in rotation. Illestre's turn to patrol would be coming in a few hours; she had better get to sleep.

First, however, Illestre would attend to related matters. She forced her lethargic body to the small writing desk near the window. A few blank rolled sheets of parchment were in a cubby for the use of guests and Illestre certainly had use of them. After a few moments she had settled in to write a letter. Better yet, she corrected, a report; though she would not bother with Archdruid Staghelm, there were other Kaldorei whose opinions differed from his. Some of those dissenters were quite important, namely Tyrande Whisperwind.

Illestre ignored her bone-weariness and poured her observations, thoughts, and concerns into the matter. She would have Sentinel Relia look it over before she sent it, certainly, but would accept no argument on whether or not to send it. It would go to High Priestess Whisperwind with Relia's blessing or no.

Maria slapped a beat against the window, watching the sun go down over the sea. She was hesitant to address the topic with Holly, but she had to. It was not a want, it was need. She bobbed a little to the tune playing in her head, waiting for Holly to take notice.

Holly, oblivious as always, took no heed.

Maria puffed a breath out loudly.

Holly continued to ignore her, stretched out on the bed and staring at the gray wooden ceiling.

"Oh my God, I'm trying to get your attention!" Maria threw her hands out to the side dramatically, fingers pushing back the heavy purple drapery.

"And I'm trying to pretend you're not here." Holly's voice sounded weak.

Maria stared blankly at her for a second. "How rude!"

"Yes, I know. Look, I don't feel good. Go pester somebody else."

"You're sick?" Maria chewed at a hangnail.

"My head hurts and I feel nauseas. I probably spontaneously caught some kind of sexually transmitted disease from just standing next to you-it's not like you give me any kind of personal space or anything. It's possible. So why don't you just scurry along there and let me pretend I'm alone?" Holly rubbed a hand across her stomach. Something had to have been in the water. Please God, she thought suddenly, don't let it be Montezuma's Revenge. Especially not when everyone they were supposed to stay in their rooms, even to use the 'facilities'. The horror of having the trots with only a chamber pot was something she didn't think she nor her dignity could live through. On top of it, Maria was in the room. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to breathe calming breaths.

Maria's mouth worked in indignation. "Sexually transmitted disease! Oh, you probably caught that on your own, you total bitch! I mean, you just act so rudely to people all the time"-

"No, just to you."

"So stop it! Stop taking all of this out on me! I'm not making you suffer! None of this is my fault! It's not my fault we're in Azeroth, and it's not my fault that you're sick!"

"If I piss you off so much and take everything out on you, why are you still talking to me?"

"Well…I have to pee." Maria bounced a little to emphasize her point.

"Okay. You go do that."

"I can't go if you're in here."

"We're not supposed to leave. I'll bury my face in the pillow, if that helps." Holly thought her offer was rather generous.

"Well…I can't use a chamber pot. It's gross. I can't go."

Holly sat up, eyes murderous. "So what do you want me to do? You can't go if I'm around, but you can't use a chamber pot, which is made for that?" She gestured vaguely at the lacquered stone receptacle. "What do you want?"

"I want you to come with me to the latrine."

"That defies…all logic. In no world could that make sense! You just said you couldn't go with me right here! You know what? You're crazy. You're just stark raving, you know that? I can't deal with you."

Maria was near tears. "Please, please! I have to pee! Like, 'it has to be right now', kind of need! Just do this one thing for me!"

Holly sighed in defeat. "For the love of God, okay. Let's just be quick, all right? We're not supposed to be out. Something bad happened and Illestre told us"-

"Now, now now!" Maria sounded pained and had begun doing a ridiculous jig around the bed. "It pees now or it wets itself!"

Holly swung her legs off the bed and stood up shakily. Her stomach roiled in protest. Maybe going to the latrine wasn't such a bad idea. "Come on." She opened the door and peeked her head out slowly, hoping to simply run to the needed room and be back quickly. She was not sure if the Sentinels forbade everyone from venturing forth or just them. Either way she did not want to be caught, even for such innocuous reasons.

Down the hall, the lone human darted for the contact's room, hands laden with the medallions. His estimation for her went up a notch; she had exited the room to allow him to place the items in her pack without her present, helping to avoid suspicion. It increased his risk as well; should he be caught, it would seem that he was attempting to plant evidence on the woman. No matter, he would simply not be caught.

The room was rapidly darkening as the sun set. In the waning light he searched for the packs and to his dismay found two. Well, he supposed his contact could sort that out. He bent low and placed the medallions flat in the bottom of the pack and laid a swathe of thick, dark cloth over them. Wary of the time he hastily sewed the cloth down, lamenting his poor sewing skills. No matter. It was only a pretense to aid his contact better hide the items.

Work finished and relieved, he slipped from the room. His contact would see to the rest, and he would earn his share of the praise.

"Mari-ha!" Relia's voice made the two human girls jump.

Maria nibbled her lip and rubbed the back of her neck. They were caught for sure. "Hi! Sorry; we had to pee." She pointed at the latrine meaningfully. She was at least happy they were caught returning from the latrine, their own business taken care of.

Holly turned to glare at Maria. "You douchebag," she muttered. "I told you."

"If it wasn't for you and your taking of forever we would've been back by now! And I hate that word, don't call me that!"

Relia was not appeased. "I cannot believe you have disobeyed me! How much dishonor must you bring upon yourselves! Your rooms have already been searched, thankfully, but you still bring suspicion upon yourselves for disobeying direct orders from a Sentinel!" She ground her teeth, trying to remember that the foolish humans probably did not understand the severity of the situation nor her words. "I will escort you back." She pointed up the stairs and kept the stern expression on her face.

Relia frog-marched the errant duo back to their room. "Do not leave this room until further advised," she bid, waggling a finger at them for emphasis. "We leave for Stormwind in two day's time. Do you understand? Stormwind? Two days?" She held up two fingers and repeated the information again.

The pair nodded, eyes still huge from the surprise of being caught. "Two something," Holly agreed. "Sure, got it."

"I think she said Stormwind, idiot," Maria corrected. "We're leaving for Stormwind in two days, something like that."

Relia shut the door clopped down the stairs.

"That's not good," Holly moaned, clutching her stomach and tossing herself across the bed.

"Why? I've been sailing; it's fun." Maria bounced next to her, looking for all the world rather excited about the venture.

"This isn't sailing like on the bay or something, this is real sailing in a wooden boat across a huge ocean. This will suck in ways only an experienced porn star could understand. I'm talking about suckage on a global level. You'll see. You know, you really must have slept through history classes. Did you know Columbus' crew ended up eating shoe leather when they were lost and all their food ran out? How does that sound?"

"Like you're worrying over nothing. I think it'll be fine."

"Yeah, because everything is safe and cheery in Azeroth, what with all the plague, murder, monsters, and chaos," Holly snapped. "I'm telling you, this is going to be a nightmare."