Sunday evening, late October

Spinner's End

With Regulus about to leave the country too it felt as if the walls of his world were shrinking, folding in on him. No one left to care about, nothing to drive him forward. What had happened to Hermione? Was she still alive, even? How had no Death Eater had come forward to either brag about it or even just ask questions or drop hints? Someone must know something. Had the Order taken her? Black, Potter? He hadn't heard anything from the connections he did have, including the Prewett twins, Shacklebolt and Dearborn, so he didn't exactly think so. It wasn't their style to kidnap someone and keep quiet about it for several weeks, they would have been saying something loud enough for him to hear it within a few days.

Severus couldn't help but to worry about Regulus, too. Would it be enough to cut off his arm to get rid of the Mark, or was the Mark more insidious than that? It wouldn't surprise him if something in the Mark was left behind, lurking in the blood and impossible to get rid of. It had been a relief to return to Spinner's End and drop his Occlumency shields, ridding himself of the fake memories and replacing the ones he'd placed in the Pensieve while he went to see the Dark Lord. Luckily he had some Headache Potions on hand. The Dark Lord was never gentle although his perusal this time had been much briefer than usual. Needing something to do he decided to make a salve for Reg's arm and another batch of Healing and Pain potions, just in case.

With a sigh he went to the kitchen a few hours later to see if there was anything at all edible in there. He really needed to go to the grocery store as he was nearly out of tea, too. He poured some water in a chipped mug and heated it with a quick flick of his wand before flicking a tea bag in it. It was dark already outside, the late autumn evenings short and chilly.

Something struck his wards with enough force to make the windows rattle. Muttering a curse under his breath he quickly put down the mug and hurried to the door, wand out.

Regulus was back, having triggered the new wards, and there was something behind him. Someone? A figure materialised in the dusky gloom, wearing some kind of blanket. Reg reeked of smoke and there were fresh blood stains all over his robes again.

"What have you done?"

In reply Reg took a step back and there she was. Hermione moved forward, a bit unsteadily, holding on to Reg and then the doorframe.

Severus was too stunned to speak. He held out an arm and she almost literally fell into him.

She was here, she was back, she was alive. It was all he could think, his heart full to bursting and his nose full of bushy hair that reeked of smoke.

"Er, I should be off," Reg said, shuffling his feet. "I mean, I really really need to leave. My Portkey won't last much longer."

"One second!" Severus disentangled himself — reluctantly — from Hermione's arms and went to fetch the salve and potions he'd made. With a quick Accio they were Summoned and handed over to Reg. "It will help with healing in general, not that your arm will grow back but it should help. Be careful, alright? Send a note as soon as you can. Here, use Muggle post, this is the address." He Accioed a notebook and tore a piece out to write the Muggle address on it, carefully shoving it in Reg's hand.

Reg smiled and pocketed the note, looking a bit pale. "Until next time, Sev."

He raised his hand in farewell and disappeared with a pop.

Severus ushered Hermione inside and strengthened the wards again with three drops of blood on the door to make sure no one could enter without serious effort. He couldn't take any chances. She was in surprisingly good shape, thin, pale as a ghost and reeking of smoke but her clothes were reasonably clean and her hair wasn't a complete mess.

He held her again, burying his nose in her hair until the scent of smoke made him sneeze. She leaned against the doorframe, looking wary.

"I'm sorry, Severus…"

"Whatever for?"

She shook her head and crumbled, falling into his arms again. He couldn't stop a stupid grin from forming. She was here. She was alive. She had returned to him. She was safe. Nothing else mattered, not the whys or the hows or the whens. Taking a deep breath he pushed down all the questions bubbling up, focusing on the reality of her in his arms.

"I didn't mean to get caught, I was stupid not to expect it. Rabastan Lestrange got me in Diagon Alley." Her voice was muffled against his shirt.

"Shhh. You're here now. I have you now. You're safe."

Still holding on to her, he shuffled them to the kitchen and put on the kettle for tea. A bit of wand waving later he had them settled on the couch with a mug of black tea each. The milk had gone bad some time the previous week. She followed him back to the couch where they sank down next to each other, still touching.

Hermione sipped her tea, staring at the wall in front of her. "I didn't know anything, if you were worried, if you were trying to find me. They said you weren't?"

Severus shook his head. He'd been looking everywhere, even trying to negotiate with Gryffindors. "Of course I was."

She squeezed his hand and continued. "I only had an elf for company. Lestrange didn't show up until a few days ago, he claimed he was sent elsewhere. Severus, I had to meet him. He knew, about the prophecy."

If he truly knew the prophecy and how they'd found out about it, his life was practically over. Severus took a deep breath, wishing she was mistaken. The Dark Lord hadn't called on him yet at least so perhaps there was still a chance.

"It was awful, the interrogation. I tried to keep everything hidden, Bubbly helped me conceal my memories but it wasn't enough. I gave him the Potters, Severus. We need to warn them, I think he will strike soon if he hasn't already." She looked blankly in front of her, not even meeting his eyes.

"Was this two days ago?" He had an awful feeling he was about to be right, and he didn't want to be.

Hermione nodded, biting her lip. "What aren't you saying?"

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I think… We were called to a raid two days ago here in Cokeworth. Lily's parents were killed. They lived here in town. That must have been right after your interrogation, the timeline seems to fit. Afterwards we were Summoned again and Reg took a beating."

Hermione gasped. "Really? Are you sure? Did I get the Evanses killed?" Tears started welling up in her eyes and she turned away, burying her face in her hands.

Severus cleared his throat. He wasn't sure what to tell her, not when that was the most likely explanation. "Do you want to show me what happened?"

She nodded, still not looking at him. With a flick of his wand the Pensieve floated over to the coffee table, and she put her wand to her head to extract the memories. The wispy strands settled gently in the Pensieve, curling around each other like cigar smoke. She settled on the couch, pulling up her legs under her and staring vacantly at nothing while he took a deep breath and dove in.

It began in a dank dungeon cell where an elf was helping her dress, muttering under its breath while it arrange her clothes and hair. Severus' chest constricted at the sight of her. She looked fierce and frail and beautiful. The elf did something to her, placing its long-fingered hands on her head in a way Severus had never seen an elf act.

Rabastan arrived to lead her upstairs, Severus trailing behind them in the memory. The wizard seemed to keep his hands to himself, at least. Once they were out in the main hallway Severus suddenly recognised the building. Lestrange Manor, with its dark corridors and traces of former wealth and opulence. The Dark Lord waited in old Lord Lestrange's study, dressed in smart Pure-blood robes without Death Eater insignia. There was a bit of daylight outside, but the room was gloomy and sparsely lit by a few candles.

Severus was surprised to witness the way she sparred with the Dark Lord who appeared amused by her forthrightness. She stiffened, staring into his eyes as they continued their mental battle. He wasn't able to see what the Dark Lord was searching for so was left standing next to her frozen form, hoping she'd manage to keep her shields up. Obviously she must have succeeded, or they'd both be dead by now.

The Dark Lord left abruptly and Hermione was led back to the dungeon cell, but not before Severus noticed a young witch ducking around a corner. He hadn't seen her well enough to be certain but she looked familiar for some reason.

The memory shifted. Hermione was back in the dungeon cell, now dressed in drab clothes with her hair a mess. There were odd noises coming from above, as if someone was either redecorating with gusto or very brassed off. The door opened with a creak and someone poked their head inside.

"Hey, Hermione!"

Hermione sat up straighter. "Who is it?"

It was the same dark-haired witch as before, and now that Severus could see her better he realised they'd met in this same Manor a few months earlier.

"Yes it's me, Rhea from Hogwarts, quickly now, get out! Regulus is here!"

Hermione rose slowly and moved out of the cell, keeping a hand on the wall for balance. "What's going on?"

"I saw you here the other day when I was here with Jugson so I told Fidelma who told Regulus, and now he's killing them all and wanted me to try to free you. Careful, we can't be seen yet!"

Hermione shuddered, arms crossed in front of her. "Rhea, are you sure? Jugson… aren't you married?"

The other witch nodded. "Yes, Rabastan and Rodolphus are here, and my so-called husband Archimedes Jugson. You were right back at Hogwarts, you know that? I… I think Regulus has killed Rodolphus already. Maybe Jugson too. We're going to wait for his signal and then we're out of here. He's taking care of them all."

"You're crazy, both of you!"

Rhea shrugged. "Getting you out, aren't we?"

They crept upstairs, Rhea leading the way with her wand out with Hermione following closely behind. Severus moved ahead of them in the memory, straining to figure out what was going on from the limited perspective offered. More banging noises could be heard, hexes and furniture crashing into walls and someone's muffled shout.

Very slowly, Rhea opened the heavy wooden door at the top of the stairs and peeked through the slit. When nothing could be seen they cautiously emerged, sticking close to the walls. They made it to the next room which looked to be an unused former sitting room, and hid behind the door. Hermione looked pale, her hands shaking. Severus wanted to hold her, to comfort her.

"What if they come this way?" she whispered to Rhea.

"We'll fight." Rhea sounded quite determined.

Hermione nodded, and the two of them settled in to wait behind the door. Severus tried to look outside, but the memory didn't extend further than to the door and he could only see fog on the other side of the door.

Suddenly the noises came closer, down the hallway that led to the main parts of the house. Rhea shrieked in alarm, causing Hermione to clap a hand over her mouth. They stilled again behind the door.

"You bastard!" a male voice shouted, followed by more thuds and cracks. The air was starting to hum with magic, sizzling around them like a badly insulated electric wire.

"I'll get the girl, you'll see I'm right!" someone else yelled.

Thudding footsteps could be heard coming their way. The man — whoever it was — ran down the corridor, yanking open the heavy wooden door they'd just emerged from and continuing down the stairs. Hermione swiftly snatched Rhea's wand and ran after him. She slammed the basement door shut and locked it with a spell after a few tries. She frowned at the wand, as if wanting to glare it into submission. Severus smiled at her from across the room, not that she noticed. Using another's wand wasn't always easy.

"Hermione, what are you doing!" Rhea shrieked, apparently not caring who heard her. She came after Hermione to the corridor but appeared torn between the need to hide and the need to get her wand back. "Are you a Gryffindor or something? What do you think you're doing?"

She pointed the wand in the general direction of the corridor. "Accio Hermione's wand!"

It didn't work, no wand came sailing. The man she'd locked in the basement had discovered she was missing and was running up the stairs again, only to discover the locked door. Hermione added several reinforcement charms, muttering about the badly behaving wand all the time.

Regulus ran into the room, coming to a stop when he saw her. "Hermione?"

He was wild-eyed, his hair in complete disarray and one sleeve of his robes completely empty. There were blood stains all over his front and a cut across his forehead down his temple.

"Someone's down there," Hermione said quickly, pointing at the door.

"Let him up." Regulus drew a deep breath, centering himself.

Hermione backed up and let the wards fall just as the man behind the door blasted the door with a Bombarda. It blew up in a heap of splinters, bouncing off her hastily erected Protego.

Before the man had made it even a step into the room Regulus had him in a full body-bind. It was one of the Lestrange brothers. He followed up with a Sectumsempra aimed at the man's throat. Hermione shrieked at the sight of blood, turning to Rhea. The house shuddered as the man died, window panes rattling and floorboards creaking despite no wind blowing.

"That's the last of the Lestranges," Regulus said with some satisfaction.

"What's going on?" Hermione asked.

"We're saving you, that's what's going on," Regulus snapped. "I've killed both brothers and Jugson. Sorry you're a widow now, Rhea. Now let's get out of here."

He gestured at them to continue ahead of him while he turned to the basement door. Rhea snatched her wand back, glaring at Hermione as they quickly made their way out. Regulus, meanwhile, sent a jet of flames down the stairs. The fire morphed and hissed, turning into a serpent, then a dragon. Fiendfyre.

Hermione squeaked and started running down the corridor, closely followed by Rhea. Jugson lay at the end of the corridor, apparently hit by some kind of exploding curse that had taken out a nearby pillar as well and what was left of the last Lestrange brother could be found in a pool of his own blood in the Lord's study.

Regulus ran after them, the fire roaring at a distance but coming closer. Severus glared at his friend's retreating back. What kind of lunatic set Fiendfyre loose in a magical Manor, with so much residual magic and old lingering curses to feed it?

Hermione stopped just in front of the door. Rhea had already made it out, Regulus was standing by the door waiting for her.

"Bubbly!" Hermione shouted.

A skittish elf appeared and Hermione smiled at it.

"Oh, Bubbly, please can you fetch my wand! Your Master is dead, but if I don't have my wand I won't make it out alive. Your orders were to keep Miss Prisoner alive, weren't they? Do you know where it is?"

The elf — obviously Bubbly — twisted its ears with her hands, looking back and forth between Hermione and the doorway. Then the elf disappeared with a pop and reappeared a few moments later, now with Hermione's wand. The fire was spreading even further, threatening to devour the whole wing.

"Bubbly! If you need a new place to live, Hermione Granger lives at Spinner's End, Cokeworth! Please save yourself, Bubbly!"

The elf gave a high-pitched wail but then snorted and before Hermione could move it had lunged forward and bit the back of her hand. A drop of blood appeared which the elf licked off her skin. A shudder went through the elf's body, ending with a flick of her ears.

"Ow, what was that for?" Hermione held her damaged hand with the other, while Regulus and the witch tried to pull her away.

"Bubbly will help family." The elf nodded jerkily and then disappeared with a faint pop.

"Hermione!" Regulus yelled. "Let's go!"

They ran outside, ahead of the fire which way too quickly engulfed the whole Manor. Rhea Disapparated and the memory faded just as Regulus lay his arm around her shoulders, his wand clumsily kept in the same hand, and started to twist them into an Apparition.

Severus lifted his head from the Pensieve, feeling a bit disoriented by the transition back to his sitting room. Hermione had fallen asleep already, her head at a strange angle against the backrest of the couch. Biting back the questions and everything they needed to talk about he gingerly took her in his arms and carried her upstairs, to their bed.

She was back. She was safe. His heart felt light, the knots of tension in his muscles melting away, even the permanent headache was starting to disappear.

~oo~oo~oo~oo~

Night

A soft bed

Hermione woke with a start in a strange bed, trying to make out shapes in the gloomy darkness. It was too comfortable, not at all what she had become used to. There was someone beside her, snoring slightly. Was Rabastan back?

It took her a moment to work it all out. Regulus had saved her from the Lestrange dungeons, together with Rhea. He had single-handedly, in a most literal way, fought the Lestrange brothers and Jugson and won, and then set the whole Manor ablaze with Fiendfyre. She was safe, she was with Severus in Spinner's End and he was currently sleeping next to her, snoring lightly.

She padded off to the bathroom and splashed water in her face after relieving herself. It felt strange to be back. Severus must have removed her trousers before putting her to bed, but she was still wearing the same top she'd worn when she was caught. A shower was high on the list of things to do, but not while Severus was asleep.

Suddenly a different thought struck her. "Bubbly?"

The elf materialised with a pop. "Bubbly is here." Her old burlap sack was blackened with soot and torn at the shoulder, making it hang half off the elf, but at least she was alive and well.

"Oh, I'm so glad you made it out safe! Do you want to stay here with us?"

Bubbly twisted an ear between her fingers. "Bubbly already bonded with Miss Prisoner. Madam Hermione. Can Bubbly not stay with Madam Hermione?"

"Of course you can stay! Please, we can talk tomorrow."

Severus appeared in the doorway to the bedroom, his hair all ruffled from sleep. "What is this?"

Hermione hesitated. They hadn't exactly talked about this. "We, erm, seem to have an elf. Severus, this is Bubbly. Bubbly, this is Severus, Master of this House, okay?"

Bubbly looked from Severus to Hermione and back again.

"Bubbly needs blood from Master."

Severus grumbled but made a small cut on the back of his hand with his wand and let a drop of blood fall into Bubbly's outstretched hand. The elf licked it up and then bit into her own hand, near the base of the thumb. A drop of blood appeared. She placed her hand on the banister of the stairs and closed her eyes for a moment. Hermione's ears popped when the elf's magic surged through her, flowing to all parts of the building and to the outer boundaries of the property.

"The lab in the basement is off limits, you hear me?" Severus was saying. "No cleaning, no touching, no going there."

Bubbly nodded vigorously. "Bubbly will iron her ears if Bubbly forgets, Master Severus!"

Severus groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. "No, don't do that, just don't forget, alright? Hermione, are you okay? It's still the middle of the night."

"I'm fine."

"Come to bed? I just need the loo."

The bed was still warm when Hermione burrowed under the blankets, yawning.

When he settled in behind her, an arm around her waist and his nose buried in her hair, it was as if everything stilled. The warmth of his body against her back felt like home. She pulled his arm closer, taking his hand in hers and letting it settle near her breasts. He sniffed her hair, rubbing his nose against her head. She could feel his body starting to awaken, a gentle twitch against her arse. Something awakened in her too, a slow heat coiling inside her belly.

"Severus?"

"Hmm."

"You haven't… tired of me, have you? I was gone for so long."

He pulled her tighter against his chest. "No, witch. I'd never tire of you. You're the best thing to ever come crashing into my life on a dark and stormy night."

"Thing, am I?" But she smiled and twisted to see him better, although it was too dark to see much more than an outline of his dark hair. She put a hand on his neck, wanting affirmation that he was there, that he was real.

"Indeed." He drew out the word and inched closer, his face inches from hers.

The rumble of his voice vibrated through her body and lit a spark deep inside. She pulled him down for a kiss and then another which quickly got heated, tongues battling with their need to consume one another. She groaned when he pulled off her knickers and snaked a finger between her legs, finding the right spot to rub. It didn't take long for her to cry out in pleasure. She reached for him, holding him tight when he inserted himself, still spooned behind her. It was slow and hot and perfect, the way he moved with her, his arm slung across her belly with a hand on her breast and his laboured breathing in her hair. It wasn't long until she came again, to her own surprise, with him following closely after her.

~oo~oo~oo~oo~

When Hermione woke up the next morning, Severus was already out of bed. Getting in the shower to wash her hair and then choosing what to wear felt like a luxury, even if her jeans hung too low on her hips and were much looser than she remembered. She must have lost some weight and muscle during the month-long imprisonment.

Severus sat at the kitchen table with a cup of tea. He looked up as she entered, his eyes softening into an almost smile, and with a flick of his wand she had a steaming cup of tea waiting for her opposite him. Bubbly appeared with a squeak and promptly deposited eggs, tomatoes, bacon, sausage, beans and mushrooms on plates in front of them. A tray of perfectly roasted toast stood between their plates.

"What house did you raid to produce this?" Severus asked the elf. "We didn't have anything like this in the cupboards."

Bubbly glared at him, ears pointing stiffly to the sides. "I has stolen nothing! A good elf provides for her Master. I goes to other elves, they help me, I helps them later."

Hermione nudged his leg under the table. "Bubbly, thanks for breakfast. We will make sure you have Galleons and whatever else you need."

Bubbly snorted and disappeared with a pop. Hermione wondered how she could ever make the two of them get along. Perhaps they would understand each other with time.

After eating she got up to put away the dishes. He came up beside her, encircling her with his long arms and letting her head rest against his chest. He smelled right, of home and potions ingredients and parchment. Reconciling this Severus — her Severus — with her former Potions professor back in her future past felt more and more alien. They weren't the same person any longer. This version of him would never go on to become a Professor at Hogwarts, would never sacrifice his whole life and happiness for the Greater Good.

She placed a hand on his chest and looked up at his face. "We need to get ready."

Severus nodded sharply, raking a hand through his hair. "Yes, I… guess it's inevitable. Halloween. He will strike at Halloween. It's only a few days away anyway."

Hermione hummed in agreement. They were a year before the attack on the Potters in their original timeline, but Halloween was a significant event in the magical world. It would make sense for him to choose that day. "We need to get word to the Order, but I don't have my things."

He went upstairs and came back down with her beaded bag. She squeaked in surprise and pounced, trapping his arms in a tight hug.

"You found my bag! Oh, thank you!"

Severus grunted which only caused her to hold him tighter, rejoicing in the way his chest vibrated against her cheek. Her heart swelled even more when he dropped the bag on the floor and lifted his arms to hug her back, burying his nose in her hair.

"I've missed you," he said quietly. "I couldn't find you, no one knew anything. I would have done anything to get you out, if I'd known."

"I've missed you too."

Some time later she had books and notes and loose ends strewn over the whole sitting room, overseen by Crookshanks who was watching everything from his vantage point in the armchair. Severus was planning to postpone some of the brews for St Mungo's so he had time to prepare. He had gone down to the basement lab to brew, in his words, "something fancy for the Dark Lord". Hermione wasn't sure she wanted details. There was so much to do now with battle looming over them like an ominous cloud.

Steps could be heard from the staircase and Severus emerged, immediately locating her. "We need to go."

Panic seized her. "Go? Where?" She scrambled to stand up and started stuffing her notes in the bag.

He put his arms around her. "Not like that. My apologies. We should talk to Lucius and Narcissa and I just confirmed with Lucius we can go see them now."

She crossed her arms in front of her. "Don't scare me like that! Okay, give me a minute." She headed upstairs to the bathroom, muttering under her breath about inconsiderate wizards who believed in mind-reading. Malfoy Manor wasn't where she wanted to go so soon after her capture but he did have a point, it made sense and she could go there without being seen by anyone else.

A quick change of clothes and a half-hearted attempt at taming her hair later she was nestled in his arms again, sniffing his neck. "Best go now or we won't, you know."

"Choices, choices," he purred against her hair.

~oo~oo~oo~oo~

Same day, Late October

Malfoy Manor

Severus cleared his throat and tightened his arm around Hermione before twisting them into an Apparition. She hadn't even been back a day and they were already busy making plans and coming up with new ideas and contacting people, and thus they found themselves outside the Malfoy gates late in the afternoon. Now more than ever Hermione absolutely couldn't be seen by anyone, not if they wanted to make the Dark Lord assume she was dead.

Lucius approached on the other side, accompanied by an elf. With a snap of the elf's fingers the gates were opened and Lucius waved them through.

"Quickly now, we need to get inside Narcissa's wing before Father notices anything." Lucius nodded at Hermione and led them along a back path to the side of the Manor.

Hermione's hand caught his, and side by side they followed Lucius through the garden. The autumn light was waning already, casting the yellowing leaves of the garden's trees in golden hues.

Narcissa waited for them in her parlour, sitting on the couch with Draco and Hydra lying on their bellies on a blanket next to her feet. Hydra was inspecting a miniature broom toy while Draco had a well-chewed plush toy in his mouth. Severus eyed them warily, not wanting to get too close.

Hermione had no such qualms and immediately went over to greet them, crouching next to the blanket. "They're so big! How old are they now?"

Narcissa smiled. "Almost seven months, although since they were a month early I think they're about six months old in practice." She clapped her hands and an elf appeared to whisk them away to the nursery.

He should have expected that Narcissa wouldn't be able to desist from offering them something to eat. The House-elves set the table by the large bay windows and promptly served some kind of cold, green soup as their first dish. Severus sniffed it cautiously. Peas, and mint. Hermione was seated next to him and didn't appear too enthusiastic about the dish either, sipping it gingerly from her spoon.

She began to tell them about what had happened, describing how she was captured but didn't know by whom until the last few days. Suddenly she froze, her spoon falling from her hand, neatly missing the soup bowl.

"Did you… did you know they had caught me?" She looked at Lucius directly. "Did you know I was there?" Her voice caught a bit at the end.

"No!" Lucius immediately answered. "I assure you, had I known I would have done anything to assist. Rabastan is much wilier than his brother. Speaking of, will he be looking for you?"

Hermione paled and sank back in the upholstered and most likely antique chair, shaking her head.

Severus took her hand. "No need, Lucius. They're very much not a threat any longer. Regulus got her out and killed Jugson and both Lestrange brothers. The Manor was burnt down with Fiendfyre. Reg left the country, I don't know where he went."

"Ah."

The soup was cleared away and a new plate appeared. There were some sad prawns overlooking a small puddle of a mayonnaise-based sauce, with strips of buttered toast along the edges of the plate. Severus eyed the whole thing sceptically and wondered what was wrong with proper fish'n'chips.

Lucius spoke again. "Have you verified the state of Lestrange Manor, Severus?" When Severus shook his head he continued. "I will ask around. It is best if you aren't seen poking around the Manor, or whatever is left of it. Have you thought about the next steps with the Dark Lord?"

"We think he will attack on Halloween," Hermione said. "He… I wasn't able to hide everything from him and he learned a few details about the prophecy. He'll strike Godric's Hollow on Halloween."

"But that's only a few days away!" Narcissa interjected.

Severus nodded and looked at Hermione who was still clutching his hand. The situation was becoming more and more real, that they would most likely very soon end up in battle, with him on one side of the field and her on the other.

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A/N: I know it's been a while since I last posted, sorry 'bout that! The story wasn't cooperating and the situation in Ukraine messed up my focus but I think we're getting back on track now. Please stay safe, everyone!