Reading back, I can see a lot of gaps and errors in the story. But I am simply going to live with my mistakes because giving people an update scare only for it to be a rewrite notice is the last thing I wanna do
- Chapter 12 -
Internship (II)
Megumi surveyed the myriad of weapons displayed on the computer screen in front of her, absentmindedly twirling a pen in one hand.
Her internship was going relatively uneventful.
Whenever they were out on the streets, nothing particularly exciting happened. A pickpocket here or there, maybe some guy getting stuck on the roof of his apartment. Sometimes, X-Less would wordlessly vanish while Megumi was busy helping an old lady cross the street, and he would mysteriously reappear an hour later when she was in the midst of loading crates of ice onto a fisherman's boat. She did get a free serving of fresh mackerel for that particular experience though, after she got doused in seawater while a cruise ship was trying to dock at the wrong terminal.
Then, in the evenings, Secretary Jia would whisk her away for IT work. Megumi hadn't expected computer skills to be so coveted in this world, but the use of early 2000's PCs and generic spreadsheet software clued her in that workspace technology wasn't quite as developed as Colby had been accustomed to.
Every day it was just solving one inconvenience after another. Sure, she had improved at moving through densely populated areas and could probably scale buildings in her sleep out of sheer reflex, but that was typical hero stuff. Not to mention swinging around with her chains tired her out before she could even start throwing punches. Hell, after she had overused her quirk at the sports festival, her chains had refused to properly manifest for a solid two days. So when X-Less suggested that she should consider handling a weapon if she wanted an alternative to her quirk (until she fixed her stamina issue), she jumped on the opportunity.
She hadn't considered learning how to fight with a weapon. Megumi had already gotten rid of all the little gadgets her previous costume had attached to it, trying to distance herself from the image that the Original had created. She had forgotten why she had carried around so many gadgets in the first place. A few defensive moves, some wrestling techniques she had seen on TV a couple of times as Colby, and a fickle quirk… didn't really fill Megumi with a lot of confidence for any future battles.
So here she was, browsing the internet for weapon types.
An axe? No, that would slow her down. A rifle? She would need a firearms license for that, also she was a minor. A sword… cool, but no. What was this, the medieval age?
Neither Megumi nor Colby had ever held a weapon before, let alone seen one in person. Most people didn't really need weapons in this world. They could just turn into a csgo knife and start spinning around or something.
Spinning around…
The hand that had been toying with her pen halted in its place. She squinted at the pen, giving it an experimental twirl or two.
Oh. Oh!
Abandoning the pen, she pulled out an approximately one-meter length chain from her wrist. She stood up and made sure there was enough space around her not to break anything. Megumi still couldn't use her chains without them dissolving if they lost contact with her skin, but that wasn't too important. She grasped the chain in her hand and started spinning it like one of those whirly tubes she used to have as a kid. The chain started making a whirring noise the faster it spun.
This felt nice. It could work!
Pain exploded on her face when she tried to stop it from spinning. She crumbled into a crouch, holding her face and waiting for the dark spots in her vision to vanish. Ouch.
Okay. Maybe some rope and a wider swinging space would be a better fit for practice.
She was always up for a solid cardio session, but this was a bit too much.
Megumi was supposed to be patrolling the area with X-Less. Once again, Secretary Jia had exchanged some lengthy words with him, a displeased frown on her face. Then again, she never seemed pleased to see him. X-Less had looked slightly concerned, but nonetheless, he had told Megumi there would be nothing in the way of their usual schedule.
The moment BMI hero Fatgum crashed through three buildings, demolished a satellite tower, and narrowly avoided turning her into a pavement smear, was a sign that things were going to get rough. Megumi had barely processed the fact that he had almost crushed her into a cute little bug stain before X-Less started shouting orders at her.
Thus, she found herself in a rock and a hard place.
No literally. The guy she was chasing after was turning every object he touched into gigantic salt rocks and flinging them at her. Salt rocks, really? He could have opened a salt business and he chose a life of crime instead?
One of the rocks broke straight through the rear end of a car and came out of its front shield, crushing a street lamp in the process. Megumi heard a faint, dismayed "My car!" behind her as she continued to pursue the salt scoundrel. 'That guy didn't sound like he had insurance…'
X-Less had told her to chase the runner into a corner and prevent him from grouping up with his villain friends. But how was she supposed to do that when she had to make sure no civilians got salt-rocked into the afterlife at the same time? The offenders had all split up and gone in three different directions, probably banking on the fact that the heroes would get confused and lose track of them if they caused as much damage to the city as they could in the process. X-Less, Fatgum, and a few other heroes she didn't know the names of had gone after the other two.
In fact, Megumi had initially been following the lead of one of those unfamiliar heroes, before said hero attempted to apprehend the salt pundit in a chokehold. He was unceremoniously crystallized into… well, a salt rock statue. Megumi almost tripped onto her face trying to catch him with her chains, lowering him to the ground as softly as the circumstances allowed for. A few civilians had tried to grasp at his limbs to help cushion his fall, but Megumi hadn't stayed long enough to check. If the hero happened to miss a few bits here or there when they managed to de-crystallize him… oops?
So on top of trying to keep up with parkouring her way through the city and avoiding civilian injury, she had to worry about getting turned into garden decor. Nothing about this job was fun.
The criminal leapt over several safety railings, landed in the middle of a construction site, and made a sharp left turn. Megumi let out a low, frustrated sound, jumping over the railings and following after him. She was starting to realize that he was intentionally leading her deeper into the suburbs.
Mentally, she made a note of the huge steel beams hanging off of one of the cranes on site. There was a torn red billboard resting on the ground. She could see the Osaka tower in the distance, visible from the gaps in-between the tall buildings. She picked up a loose screw from the ground and carved a shallow but visible X into the plywood propped up against one of the unfinished walls. "Around 15 meters… should be enough, just in case…" she muttered.
The wind that blew through the hollow construction site caused an echo-y effect that made it difficult to pinpoint where sounds were coming from. In fact, Megumi could have sworn she heard several footsteps scurry through the area. Kinda spooky.
Maybe she should just go back and tell someone she lost the guy. She was a trainee, not an actual hero.
But she had already marked her entry point, so she might as well commit to this- besides, she'd rather spend the rest of the day doing fieldwork than have X-Less hand her over to Secretary Jia.
The guy she'd been chasing after was not as good at covering his tracks as he was at evading capture. He was leaving a thin path of salt flakes in his wake. Megumi wasn't sure whether it was intentional or not, but a fake trail was better than nothing.
It was eerily silent. An involuntary shudder went through her, the hair on the back of her neck bristling in unease.
She took cautious steps that led her deeper into the site. The gravel underneath her feet made no noise. Her hand held a tight grip on the chain attached to her left hip.
There was nobody here aside from her.
'No. That's not right.'
The sun was gradually starting to set. The concrete walls were bathed in a dim, orange glow. Her heartbeat was at her throat, yet she was unable to hear it wildly pound against her ribcage.
Humid and still, the air was suffocating. It was cold.
She felt it. The wrongness that clung to her skin, permeating her senses. Foul and disorienting. It set her teeth on edge.
Something wasn't right. She didn't know what exactly, but something just wasn't right.
It was too silent. Too bright. Too wrong.
The sounds. Where had they gone? Above her? To her right?
Behind her.
Megumi relaxed her stance. She let her arms fall to her sides, letting her shoulders drop. A false impression of submission.
But that was the beauty of death-feigning posture. They never saw it coming.
As violent as a whip, she launched backward while putting a protective hand on the base of her throat. With her other hand, she grabbed onto the scalp of the invisible culprit behind her, side-stepped, and viciously bashed his head into the wall beside her.
The sickening crack it produced reverberated throughout her entire being.
"Airashi, move!" Someone's urging yell pierced her ears at once.
Whatever illusion she'd been put under crumbled in front of her eyes.
Underneath her unforgiving grip was the head of a man, inlaid face-first into the wall. A mix of blood, snot and saliva oozed onto the ground, a tooth or two falling into the grisly little puddle that had formed. Her other hand firmly clutched onto a pocket knife, its sharp edge cutting into her palm and creating a stream of blood that flowed down to her elbow and soaked into her costume.
The man laying limp against the wall was not the same man she'd been chasing after. The sun had set a while ago. The ground underneath her feet was solid concrete, one level above where she could see a group of heroes brawling with two of the criminals. Thieves, if she recalled correctly. Evidently, she had gotten trapped in an illusion, and they had tried to use her as a distraction.
Her wide eyes fixated back on the man whose face she had rearranged on brick and cement. She could feel the familiar rush of adrenaline that surged through her body.
This asshole had tried to hold her hostage.
Megumi let go of him, wiping her gloved hand on her pants. His body simply slumped down, head still stuck in the wall.
"The bag, Airashi! The bag, quick!" X-Less exclaimed from where he blocked off a batch of porcupine needles with his laser vision, effectively giving one of the other heroes a chance to create a defensive chalk shield. "There are two more of them, you need to get the bag!"
Fuck, fuck, fuck, a bag? What bag? Two of who? Where? She was way in over her head here.
Confusedly, Megumi tried to make sense of her surroundings. Her gaze flitted from one corner to another as she spun around herself, trying to locate what fucking bag they were clamoring over.
Her pupils widened, almost swallowing the teal of her iris entirely. There.
Wedged in-between a wooden banister and concrete blocks, adjacent to a taped glass window. Just a small, black bag the size of a laptop case. She immediately sprang into action, dashing towards the bag and grabbing it by the straps with the very tips of her fingers –
And almost instantly, something (or someone) barreled into her, sending them both crashing through the window with a resounding shatter of glass.
"Shit!" She had never heard X-Less curse before, and considering the situation, she couldn't even afford to make a snide joke about it.
Her mind shut off, body instantaneously switching into autopilot.
What followed next was an unfortunate series of events.
Mid-air, Megumi ripped away the bag from whoever was about to fall down a solid three stories along with her. To avoid the aforementioned fall and to get away from her assailant, she wound a chain around the metal rods attached to a concrete platform above. She tried to pull herself away.
Just as quickly, the man who had charged at her caught her by the ankle. He yanked her downward. She lost her grip on her chain and suddenly found herself descending again, the bag getting knocked out from under her arm.
They grappled in the air for a split second, before the thief kicked the bag into a nearby window and tried to push her off to go after it.
She grabbed him by the throat and pulled him back into her, winding chains around one of his wrists in a bruising hold. He made a sound of disgust when her injured palm leaked blood into his eyes.
They both dropped and rolled into different directions once they made contact with the ground, before engaging in a series of swift blocks and blows. Not only were they trying to cave each other's skulls in, but they were also caught in a game of tag wherein the winner would be taking the bag- and whatever was inside of it.
Megumi found that wrapping chains around her knuckles made punching far more effective. She had seen someone do it with their button quirk in the sparring gym near the X-Less agency.
This guy had thin, retractable flesh attached from his underarms to his sides, akin to a flying squirrel. A mutant-type quirk. She had botched his attempt at flying away by driving a knee into his gut while grappling in the air. He didn't seem to be too proficient at using his so-called wings.
Despite the relative harmlessness of his quirk, he fought with a fervor that was unusual. What could possibly be in that bag, for these thieves to froth at the mouth like rabid dogs over it?
Their chase continued until they found themselves on building rooftops and tall apartment balconies, the bag getting manhandled every which way. By now, they had left the construction site behind and wandered into civilian populated areas. She concluded that whatever was in the bag was not something that broke all too easily. Was it a museum artifact? A bunch of government documents?
Just as she had grabbed onto it again, the bag was thrown out of her hands. The thief used her own chain against her to pull her back and throw her down the gap between two apartment buildings. Megumi suddenly found weightlessness setting in. She had dissolved her chains to escape getting thrown around, so there was nothing to hold on to.
She was sure she was going to crash through one of the apartments. Street lights and shop signs reflected off of the glass surface of its tall windows. It looked like one of those luxury hotels where rich people came to vacation or something. Worst case scenario she would have to pay the damages out of her own pocket.
And then she saw it.
The big brown eyes of a random child, just staring at her approaching silhouette from behind the very same windows she was about to bulldoze through.
Megumi likened the chains that manifested at that moment to an emergency break of sorts.
She twisted her body to change her trajectory in the air, planting her foot on the brick arch above the window frames instead. At the same time, the new chains that shot out of her left hand stretched out and clawed themselves around the thief's neck just as he had gotten ahold of the bag.
With a simple tug, he dropped backward into the very same valley between buildings that she'd been thrown into. Megumi let his weight pull her downward, bracing to continue the chase.
At least she had avoided booting that child into next week by barreling into their living room. And saved herself the stinging pain that a bunch of glass cuts would have resulted in.
What caught Megumi's eye at that moment was the sight of the Osaka tower in the distance, faintly visible at the very edge of her peripheral vision.
'Okay, new plan.'
Quick as lightning, she seized the bag out of the thief's clutches by tightening the chains around his neck. Not enough to break his cervical spine, but enough to cut off his air.
She released the chains and knowingly dropped down, closer to the ground, to maneuver herself through the alleys wherein the wind blew more fiercely. Thanks to the area being near the ports, the sea breeze was exceptionally strong.
She had been right when she observed that the thief wasn't too adept at controlling his quirk. He struggled to race after Megumi, getting pushed back into the opposing direction by the wind whenever he opened his arms.
Megumi's attention zeroed in on the crane that she could see standing idly a few blocks away. Noticeably, a sliver of red lay at the bottom of it. She chanced a glance backward at the criminal, calculating the distance between them and at what rate he would catch up to her.
She floored it back toward the construction site, focused solely on reaching the crane and the steel beams that precariously hung off of it.
The least she could do was lead the squirrel guy back to where the heroes were fighting. Even if she happened to lose the bag, the chances that there would be at least one hero to delegate this chase to was more tempting than continuing her amateurish attempt at following X-Less' order. Her legs were starting to cramp for fuck's sake.
Unfortunately for her, this thief was a tough cookie. He was closing in on her rapidly, and Megumi found herself trying to think of a spontaneous way to slow him down again.
She did have something in mind, but it was hardly an operational idea given the limitations of her quirk.
She activated her chains and tried to focus on forming their dull ends into a single sharp edge- only to have them crumble. It was a trick that she had been working on ever since the sports festival, but not once had she been successful so far.
She repeated the procedure fervently, violently cursing under her breath when the chains kept crumbling. Megumi was excruciatingly aware of the thief that was right at her heels, the ache in her limbs, and the dizziness that was starting to spin her vision.
Then she remembered the knife. The one that the illusion thief had held to her throat, and the one she had promptly pocketed shortly before lunging for the bag.
Megumi was becoming increasingly aware of the sting in her tired lungs, and the shakiness of her chains every time she manifested them anew. "Ah, screw it."
She swiftly withdrew the knife from where she had wedged it into the thigh strap on her left leg. It still had remnants of her blood on it, but beggars couldn't be choosers. She counted down the seconds for when the timing would be right.
Between two beige apartment complexes, she spotted the safety railings. Mustering up the last of her remaining strength, she virtually shouldered her way through them and hightailed it back into the construction site with the bag in tow. She just knew her whole body was going to hurt tomorrow.
As soon as she caught a glimpse of the incomplete partition wall on which she had previously carved an identifier, she looked over her shoulder again.
The squirrel man was about a dozen feet away from her. The divider she had marked was farther away than that. If she subtracted the distance of her entry point from that of the crane and accounted for the speed at which they were running-
Megumi turned, skidded to a brief stop, and pitched the knife toward the stringy metal rope that held the steel beams suspended in the air. Her shoulder hurt with how much strength she put into that throw.
She heard the faint, satisfying snap! that came with it, and the sound of jangling metal. The crane creaked in protest.
She wanted to slow down the thief. Maybe deter him. Shock him enough for her to catch her breath, or for a hero to jump in and save the day.
Do you know why they describe some events as… 'unfortunate'? A number of synonyms come to mind. Adverse, damaging, deplorable- regrettable!
And oh how regrettable this particular action turned out to be.
Megumi expected the steel beams to fall in-between them. Her expectation was that the thief would scramble to a halt out of self-preservation, and she would take advantage of his bewilderment by quickly sliding underneath the falling beams to make a smooth getaway.
What happened instead was, in a word, horrifying. Absolutely, unquestionably godawful.
She slid and rolled from underneath the descending steel beams in quick succession, making it out on the other side safe and sound. The bag she was holding did get ripped on one side in the process. Presumably due to the random nails lying around on the ground.
The thief did not stop.
And the next thing she knew, there was a loud… a loud sound that sounded so disgustingly wet and crunchy and gross that she froze in her tracks and tried to convince herself that her ears were playing tricks on her.
But that was hard to do, considering the slimy, sinewy dampness that had splattered onto her entire upper front side with a mocking flourish just when she had been about to turn her back, in her hair, her eyes, her nose oh god some of it was in her mouth oh god oh dear GOD.
She could see everything he was right in front of her and ALL OVER HER-
Pure, unadulterated panic set in.
Her legs gave out from underneath her and she clutched the bag even tighter to herself as she leaned sideways, heaving out a nauseated gasp.
No matter how hard she retched, nothing except stomach acid came out. How silly. Of course she couldn't vomit, she didn't have breakfast that morning.
Something had spilled from the bag and onto the floor. Megumi tried to steady herself, eyes blurry and unseeing. She felt around herself with her hand, gagging again when she realized that the sticky fluid adorning her was evenly spread out throughout the area of impact.
Small little pellets greeted her fingertips, approximately the size of metal balls inside ballpoint pens. Megumi's eyes widened, nostrils flaring.
Drugs. There were drugs in the bag.
She forced the blurriness from her vision, breathing loudly. Trembling audibly, she clumsily palmed at a couple of the pills and accidentally smeared them with blood in the process. Some of them fell out of her quaking hand.
She brought them up to her nose. A faint scent. A familiar scent. One that left the most rotten of tastes imaginable in the back of her mouth. And it had nothing to do with the human matter plastered on the hard concrete.
A cold and dreadful feeling overcame her.
"There you are- Oh! My god! What is that!"
Megumi shakily curled her hand into a fist, pulling her arm out of sight and inconspicuously depositing the pills in one of the small pockets lining the inside of her belt.
The hero that had arrived (much too late) coaxed the bag out of her hands and gently led her out of the construction site. She let herself be led around, the numb feeling of what she would later find out was shock interfering with her senses.
They sat her down on a curb on the side of the road. People came and went, but she could only blankly stare at them. Whatever they said, whoever they were, she could neither make sense of what they were saying nor recognize who they were.
It was as if she was looking down at herself from a third-person perspective. Everything else was too plain and too silent to break through the paralyzing apathy weighing on her.
A few police officers stood around her at first, before the paramedics arrived and checked if she had any injuries. They treated her as best as they could and tried to get her to respond to questions to assess her mental state- which obviously wasn't doing too well at that point.
Nothing made sense.
What had she done?
She could feel her phone vibrating in her side pocket, but she physically couldn't bring herself to check it. The denial of what had occurred rendered her unable to move.
By the time the ringing in her ears started to subside, there were still first responders and heroes milling about.
A hand carefully and hesitantly prodded at her shoulder, signifying someone wanted her attention.
Megumi's bloodshot eyes slowly turned to look at them.
She was greeted by a box of wet wipes being offered to her, along with the timid, slightly accented Japanese of the pony girl from class 1-B.
"You have something on your face and um… um, and, on your… e-everywhere, actually."
X-Less could only rub his temples in distress.
This was such a mess.
Airashi was not his first trainee by any means, but she really blew it out of the park with this one. Even if criminals tended to die on the job occasionally, it was hardly expected of a freshman in high school to deal with the psychological stress of an accidental kill on their very first internship.
And one that was so… grisly, to boot.
He had tried to keep her out of his investigation as much as he could in between their training time, but this situation had occurred purely out of bad luck. He thought she would be fine if he sent her off with one of his colleagues. Obviously, students without a hero license were expected to evacuate, along with civilians.
It was his fault. He shouldn't have told her to grab the bag. He thought she would know when to quit, but she didn't. Technically, she had fulfilled her mission successfully – and a lot more competently than some pros out there. But at what cost?
He palmed the knife that he presumed had cut through the metal rope dangling from the crane. It was just an ordinary knife. No special metal, no outstanding design. She had used pure force and precision to lodge it into the rope. Gravity had done the rest.
He hadn't taught her knife-throwing, much less precision techniques.
UA kids really were a different breed.
Fatgum sauntered into the area, unusually thin and popping one takoyaki after another into his mouth. "Yo, X-Less! I just gave the other two guys up to the police, and they're still questioning the third one. Dunno how much they'll get out of him with all his front teeth missing though. Oh and fortunately there are no reporters around, apparently something's going on in Hosu- WOAH."
He stared at the grody scene in front of him, where paramedics were scraping off the remains of the unlucky criminal. That didn't stop his appetite from demolishing two more takoyaki from one of the skewers in his hands.
Fatgum alternated between glancing at X-Less and back at the road beyond the construction site, where he had seen the eye-gun hero's little apprentice stare listlessly into empty air. A couple of police officers had been by her side, trying to make conversation, but ultimately failing.
"Ohhh. Damn! That's a pretty unfortunate experience for a rookie."
Iida and Midoriya held each other's determined stares. Clad in matching hospital gowns, they promised that they would become stronger together.
Their encounter with Stain had opened their eyes to the massive responsibility they would come to carry once they officially became heroes in the future. Risking their own lives for momentary thrills such as revenge was counterproductive to what they wanted to achieve.
Todoroki suddenly stiffened from where he was seated in his own hospital bed, wearing the same drab hospital gown.
"I uh… I'm sorry guys…" He started out, looking uncharacteristically nervous. As if the uncertain apology on his tongue was foreign to him.
The other two boys looked at him quizzically. What did he have to apologize for? They were the ones who had recklessly faced the Hero Killer. In fact, they should have thanked him for helping them out without any prior notice.
Todoroki elaborated. "I feel like, whenever I'm involved… people's hands go bad… something like a curse?"
Iida and Midoriya gawked at him in disbelief. Todoroki avoided their eyes. "Even Megumi, when we… that makes it three people…" He mumbled; voice progressively quieting.
The sound of hysterical laughter filling the room followed his utterance.
"I guess even Todoroki can crack a joke now and then!" Iida said in-between fits of laughter.
"No, I'm not joking," Todoroki stated seriously, holding his wrist the way he had seen Megumi cradle hers after their match. "It's like there's a… handcrusher-like presence in me."
They laughed even harder at his calm yet absurd response.
Todoroki couldn't help the slight upward twitch of his lips. They didn't seem to be mad at him. It did sound kind of ridiculous when he said it like that.
He wasn't sure he would be greeted with the same lighthearted reaction once he could bring himself to face Megumi.
(very long) A/N:
I love reading supportive comments. It's been a couple years since I first uploaded this story, so my writing style might have changed a bit (for the better, I hope). If not, I'll just have to try harder to improve! Still no-beta reader, so please excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes.
I thought really long and hard about who Megumi would want to spend her internship with. It had to be someone who wasn't too out there in the hero scheme, and I didn't want to make a whole new OC either. Remember, Megumi does not want the attention. Therefore, X-Less! Despite how it might seem right now, I don't want to oversaturate the story with too many OCs- they usually just help with world-building and driving the plot forward.
Mirko was supposed to be her first internship choice in my initial plans. She's just the right amount of crazy, and not in the top hero charts yet at this point in the story. But I didn't think it would fit her character to take in an intern, much less from a prestigious school like UA. I also considered Gang Orca and Kamui Woods, but their popularity didn't mesh well with the plot I had in mind. I just remembered X-Less existed out of the 5 or 6 minor characters whose hero names we actually know (in the manga anyway).
Megumi stays traumatized. I really wasn't looking forward to writing the internship arc because most of the time nothing really happens in it, or the OC just ends up in the middle of the Stain battle. But then I realized hey, why should I let Stain traumatize her into character development when I can traumatize her myself?
I like to see people reference characters whose powers resemble Megumi's quirk. Not only am I getting introduced to new fandoms, they're also giving me great ideas on how to develop her quirk. Just as Recovery Girl said, her quirk isn't fully matured yet, which I think some of you already caught on to.
And there is absolutely an unreliable narrator bias! Megumi cannot elaborate on things she has no knowledge of. She's not omnipotent, so she might remember some people and events differently than they actually are! Same goes with other character POVs, they don't know what they don't know. Of course, I also have a tendency for omittance and vague wording, for... reasons...
For my American readers out there, I just realized I keep using metric measurements out of habit. So Megumi is currently 172 cm, which would make her around 5'8", the same as Momo and Bakugo! 1 meter equals 3 and a quarter inches or so, roughly the width of a doorway. So if you see anything with meters or the like, you can maybe visualize the distance by thinking of Eren Yeager's 15-meter attack titan.
If her family is ever going to be redeemed... depends on the severity of their crimes! So answering that would be a spoiler.
I'm sure I had a lot more to say, but I can't think of anything else right now. Maybe in the next chapter. Which will be... I'm not sure actually. But I've got some of it written out. See ya!