A/N: Hi guys! So ended up finishing this early and thought to post it. On the bright side it's pretty long (longest chapter of the story so far I think). On the downside, it's really sombre, so might be worth having a tissue at the ready or maybe a joyful cartoon lined up at the ready after reading this. Anyway, hope you enjoy.
Friday Afternoon:
Katara's POV:
I stare mindlessly out of the window as Sokka drives us home. My gut twists at the thought. 'It's not home. Not anymore.' I think stubbornly as Sokka taps the sides of the steering wheel with his thumb.
"So, how are you holding up?" He finally asks after both of us have been awkwardly skirting around the topic. I keep my blue orbs glued to the glass.
"I don't want to talk about it." I mutter, but the man doesn't seem ready to give up.
"We haven't really talked since we found out." Sokka points out, finally forcing me to turn my head to look at him.
"What's there to talk about? Mum's gone and we're left to pick up the broken pieces." I express sourly, my voice cracking at all the pent up emotions. "We're going back home to say goodbye to her and that's it." I add before dropping my head low. A sigh escapes past my brother's lips.
"We're seeing Dad too." Sokka reminds quietly. I hunch my shoulders up.
"Nothing's going to be the same with just the three of us. Nothing's going to feel right." I choke out as tears burn my eyes once more. Sokka reaches a hand across to give my fingers a squeeze before returning it back to the wheel.
"We'll figure it out." The ponytailed man tries to reassure, but I shake my head.
"No we won't. This is all wrong! We shouldn't be coming home to attend a funeral. We shouldn't have to lose her! We shouldn't!" I argue venomously. Sokka's eyebrows furrow, but he keeps his eyes on the roads.
"I agree with you, but there's nothing we can do to change what happened. Mum's...been taken away and we have to learn to live with that." My brother advises wisely, but all sense of logic has left me since Sunday.
"Well I don't want to!" I shout and when we stop at the next red light, I force the door open and leave the car.
"Katara!" My brother yells, but I can't be anywhere near him. Or anyone for that matter. I walk angrily over to the fields we were driving past and kick at the first tree I see. It's a few minutes later when I hear thudding feet and a glimpse behind me reveals it to be Sokka.
"Are you insane?! You can't just get out of the car on the street!" He yells.
"I don't care!" I holler, prompting the man to slap his forehead hard.
"You're acting completely unreasonably. You aren't the only one who lost her!" Sokka spits out in frustration. I clench my hands.
"You're the one acting like you don't care and want to move on!" I retort sharply, silencing the ponytailed man as he stares at me with slack jaws.
"That's so unfair of you! Maybe I wasn't as close to her as you were, but she was still my mother! I still love her and for spirit's sake I miss her so much that it hurts." Sokka utters, his voice cracking towards the end and when I spot angry tears leaking out from the corner of his eyes, I immediately feel terrible. My fire distinguishes, leaving me raw and empty.
"I...I'm sorry Sokka. That was way out of line." I apologise as I take a step towards him. Only for him to shoot me down with a glare.
"Yeah no kidding." He mutters sarcastically. I swallow thickly and avert my eyes in shame.
"I just...you're taking this much better than me and I don't understand how." I confess. Silence pierces the air for several moments before the man exhales heavily.
"I'm pretending." He whispers. My neck snaps up as I stare at the student in shock.
"What do you mean?" I voice while taking another step forward. Sokka turns his head to one side to stare off at something in the distance.
"This is torturing me just as much as you. But I'm your older brother, it's my duty to look out for you." The engineering student admits and I stare at him for a good long minute in disbelief. My feet move of their own accord. One step. Two. And then I'm hugging the man fiercely.
"You don't have to do that. We're a team, we look out for each other alright?" I murmur softly. I sense the hesitation in Sokka's arms as he returns the hug.
"I...don't know." He forces out, but I stubbornly shake my head.
"No! I don't want to hear any of I'm the oldest nonsense. You're allowed to hurt just as much as me and you're allowed to break down too. You don't have to hide it from me." I insist gently, only for the ponytailed man to shake his head.
"You haven't even wanted to see me this entire week." Sokka points out and my stomach twists in guilt. I open my mouth, only to close it again. My brother sighs before shaking his head. "Come on, I left the car in a no park zone." He mutters and starts leading the way as I trail behind him. I chew my lip, before reaching forward and clamping my hand around his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. Sokka turns his head to gaze at me in confusion. I pull him closer until I'm hugging him tightly.
"I'm sorry. I'll try to be better. It's just...it's too much." I choke out as Sokka lifts his arms to hug me protectively.
"That's all I ask. I know it's hard, but we'll get through it." My brother murmurs. It eases the tension in my heart, only slightly, but at least it's something. I nod my head in his chest before he finally releases me and takes us back to the car. Once buckled in, Sokka glances at me with a frown.
"No more running out of the car?" He requests. I release a dry chuckle and nod.
"No more running out of the car." I confirm and with a relieved grin, he re-starts the car and we continue our way. Its 20 minutes later before Sokka opens his mouth again.
"So, Aang." He utters suddenly. I freeze up at the name as a wodge of guilt sits heavily on my chest. I swallow past the lead in my throat and try to feign disinterest.
"What about him?" I mutter offhandedly. I feel Sokka's oceanic irises on me, but I refuse to meet them. Instead, I opt to stare at the shiny brown glove compartment in front of me.
"He looked dejected when I saw him this morning." My brother states cautiously, but my hands are already clenching into fists, as I stuff my guilt to the bottom of my stomach.
"Well, he should learn when to accept no for an answer." I bite. The man doesn't say anything for a few moments, as he takes us out of the motorway and into the city.
"How much do you know about him?" Sokka randomly questions. I furrow my eyebrows and chance a glimpse at the man, but his face is stoic; almost deep in thought.
"What do you mean?" I ask, not quite understanding his question. I watch as he drums his fingers against the steering wheel before answering.
"I mean, do you know anything about his family? His past?" My brother clarifies, surprising me further. I shoot him a suspicious look before shaking my head.
"I never really asked about his family before. And with regards to his past he's been pretty tight-lipped. Why?" I probe, only for the man to shrug.
"Just curious." He waves off, but I stare at him in disbelief.
"You've never been curious about anyone." I point out in shock.
"Well, not everyone is a child genius." Sokka replies easily. I purse my lips as I roll over his answer in my head.
"Yeah, I guess." I mumble.
"Maybe you could go a little easy on him? I know you're having a hard time, but you shouldn't take it out on other people." My brother advices wisely. I scrunch my nose up in annoyance at the truth in his words and decide not to say anything.
The rest of the drive is spent in silence and when our house finally appears in sight, it's hard not to feel a return of burning eyes and scratchy throat. Beside me, I hear Sokka take in a deep breath as he parks in front of our house before switching off the engine. He turns to face me with an encouraging smile.
"Ready?" He murmurs quietly, but I shake my head.
"No." I whisper, prompting the man to exhale heavily as he opens his door. He closes it gently behind him before rounding the car and opening my door, his free hand is outstretched for me to take.
"Come on, let's...let's see Dad." Sokka expresses, his voice strained. I swallow thickly and take his hand.
Together we walk up to the front porch as my brother whips out the house key. I watch as he inserts it into the keyhole and pushes the door open. The usual smell of water tribe desserts is sickeningly absent. Instead, a musty scent greets our nostrils. So when Sokka pulls on my hand to guide us in, I'm already slipping my fingers out of his grasp. He turns to look at me in surprise as I shake my head wordlessly.
"I just...I need a minute." I croak out. Confliction arises in those mirror image orbs of his before he nods his head slowly.
"I'll be out in a moment. Just...let me tell Dad we're here." My brother decides. I nod my head and watch as he disappears through the door, leaving me alone on the front porch.
A lump re-appears in my throat and I find myself sliding down one of the pillars in anguish as I hug my knees close to my chest. Despite the biting autumn breeze, I can't find it in myself to go inside. Knowing that it will be even colder in the house. The minutes tick on by as I stare ahead of me, watching cars drive past and people hurrying along the pavement.
I drop my head until my forehead rests against my knees, trying to block put all the memories that keep hitting me square in the face. But no matter how hard I try, all I can see is me playing snowmen with Sokka as Mum gives us hot chocolate and watches us play or the times we'd rake all the leaves in autumn. Or Sokka and I playing in the paddling pool with Mum waiting for us with a towel and a tub of ice cream at the ready. Or when I used to watch her plant roses and daffodils in the spring. Or when...
"Katara?" The masculine voice cuts through the memories like a knife, bringing me back to my twisted reality. I turn my head to find Dad gazing down at me in concern and immediately my eyes well up.
"D-Dad." I choke out and quickly get to my feet to tackle the man who wraps his arms fiercely around me, as if he could protect me from the hurt. And in the past he could. But this is a type of hurt that won't go away. A whimper escapes me as I bury my face into his shoulder. "Please tell me it's a mistake. That this isn't real." I beg, only for my Dad to tighten his arms around me.
"Oh sweetheart, I wish it was. I'd change it all in a heartbeat, but she's really g-gone." The falter in my Dad's voice is enough of a confirmation in itself. This whole week I was deluding myself, trying to convince myself that maybe it was a mistake, maybe they got the identity of the victim wrong. Maybe, maybe, maybe. 'I was living on a tower of false maybes.' Tears spill over my cheeks.
"Why did it have to be her? Mum would never hurt a fly. She was the kindest, most thoughtful person. Why would anyone take her away?" I complain with a hiccup.
"I don't know honey. I don't know." My Dad murmurs as he rubs my back. After a while he slows his ministrations to the occasional pat before speaking up again. "Come on, let's go inside. I'll fill you and Sokka in on what I know about the police investigation and...everything else." The man suggests as he pulls away slightly to catch my eye, but I avert my gaze. "Hey, we'll get through this, ok?" He adds, but my lip just wobbles in disagreement.
Dad takes me by the shoulders and guides me forward. Through the door. Into our house. I clamp my jaws tightly, determined not to let another whimper escape me as Dad directs me to the sofa where Sokka is already sitting. His face is withdrawn, tense and I wonder if he's finally allowing himself to feel how wrong this situation is. Hakoda takes a seat opposite us, his equally sky blue eyes glances between the two of us, before sighing.
"How have you two been holding up?" He finally asks.
"Fine."
"Terrible." Sokka and I say in unison. I blink twice at the ponytailed man's response. 'Fine?! How is this fine?!' I think, aghast. Our Dad chews his lip, seemingly at a loss on what to say as he taps his knees awkwardly.
"And your studies?" He inquires further. I wrinkle my nose at the question. 'Studies have been the furthest thing from my mind.'
"Terrible." I repeat, but when Sokka doesn't say anything, I chance a glance at the student to find his hands gripping his knees tightly.
"Dad why didn't you let us come back as soon as we heard the news?" My brother asks tightly. I furrow my eyebrows in surprise, before turning my expectant eyes onto the middle-aged man who fidgets in discomfort under our dual gaze.
"I didn't want you to miss a week of lectures." Our father says simply, but it seems to have been the wrong thing to say as Sokka shoots up to his feet in anger.
"Lectures? Seriously Dad?! That was the last thing on either of our minds! We wanted to be here - with you. We were hurting and you just didn't want us around." Sokka spits out. I gape at my brother, not realising how much this was bothering him. 'Sure I was frustrated that Dad didn't want us home, but not this frustrated.' My eyes follows the way Dad slowly rises to his feet, his hands out in front of him in an attempt to placate my brother.
"Now Sokka, you know that's not true. You're in your final year, I didn't want anything..." But Sokka doesn't give our father the chance to finish.
"No! We could've been here in under an hour and try to find that murderer, instead of the police just blundering it all up. We should've been together as a family instead of each of us suffering alone in silence! Heck Katara and I barely talked all week! And you thought it was a good idea for us to stay away from home when we needed you the most. You pushed us away!" Sokka growls and I can't help but feel a sense of guilt for widening the sudden gap between us. Hakoda takes a step towards his son, his eyes pleading.
"No! Sokka listen to me, of course I didn't want to push you away. I just thought..." The ponytailed boy cuts across Dad's words once more.
"You just thought that this could be swept under a rug. Well you thought wrong! Do you know who I had comforting me? My friends. Not you!" Sokka spits out. I cringe at the venom in his voice, never once expecting my goofy brother to be anything other than that.
"Sokka..." Hakoda starts, but the student shakes his head.
"Where were you when we were hurting?!" He bellows as tears start to appear at the corner of his eyes.
"I was trying to be strong!" Dad yells, making both Sokka and I jump. We stare at the man in shock. 'Never once has Dad raised his voice. Ever.' I think to myself as I gaze with wide eyes at the broken man who runs a hand through his greying hair. "When I heard the news, I went ballistic. I couldn't control my emotions. I was just so mad that I tore up the house. I spent the past week spending every waking moment in the police station; talking with the chief in the hope we'll get some answers. It's only because I'm a councilman of the town that I wasn't kicked out for how frantic I became. I...I couldn't let you two see me like that." Dad explains in a quiet whisper as he looks away shamefully. I share a glance with Sokka before getting to my feet.
"Dad..." I start, but the man simply shakes his head.
"I know you two were hurting, but I couldn't bring myself to comfort you at that moment in time. I let you both and Kya down." Hakoda rebukes. I swallow at the sound of defeat in his voice and before I know it I'm pushing my feet forward and engulfing my Dad in a warm embrace.
"You didn't let us down Dad." I whisper softly. A hand appears on my shoulder and when I turn my head to the right I find Sokka standing beside me with a guilty expression as he gazes up at our Dad.
"I'm sorry Dad, I didn't realise this was how you were coping." Sokka apologises just as Hakoda stretches out his arm to pull Sokka into the embrace. A family of four no longer. Only three.
"It was wrong and selfish, I know. But your mum meant everything to me and now..." His voice cracks with raw emotion and when I glance at Sokka I see the same pained expression in his eyes. I bite the inside of my cheek hard when I realise that I can't let myself break anymore. No. I need to try to help both of them. So I take a deep breath before opening my mouth to say the biggest lie that has been parroted to me by both of them.
"It's Ok Dad, we'll get through it." I murmur, surprising Sokka as he gazes at me sceptically. I plaster a fake smile on my face while our Dad tightens the hug.
"That's my girl." Hakoda utters with a tinge of hope before releasing us. "Alright, would you like me to fill you in about the investigation or do you need a breather?" Our father asks. My brother and I share a glance before opening our mouths in unison.
"Fill us in." We say together, eliciting a half smile from the man as he digs into a drawer beside him to pull out a flimsy file. We take a seat once more, waiting anxiously.
"There isn't much I'm afraid. All we have to work on is a picture." Hakoda mutters as he passes us an A4 sheet. Two pairs of blue orbs drop to the paper to find a snapshot of an old-ish man with greying hair tied in a bun on top of his head. He's donned in the traditional Fire Nation red, but that's not what catches my attention. No. It's the dark brown sinister irises that catches my eyes. The way he stares directly at the camera is as if he enjoyed carrying out such a heinous crime. It's right then and there when a ball of hatred sinks its teeth into the very fibres of my being. 'That sick monster.' I growl silently as I shoot daggers at the picture of the man who took my mother away from us. A sharp inhale besides me shakes me out of my loathing and I glance at my brother in confusion. Wordlessly, he points at the man's sleeves. My eyes follows his finger and it's then that I notice it. The darker patch of red on his sleeves and suddenly I feel nauseous.
"Is that...blood?" Sokka whispers aloud. A choke-like sound escapes our father as he nods his head in confirmation.
"I...I went down to the hospital to see your mother to confirm her identify. It's... a sight I will never forget." Hakoda utters tightly, making my stomach twist and turn at Mum's brutal ending. 'How much did she suffer?' Is what I want to ask, but I don't think I could bring myself to ask it. Instead, my gaze drops back at the man in the photo as I categorise his every feature to memory, ensuring that I would be able to identify him without a doubt. But his eyes are so poignant that I feel it would be impossible to forget them.
"What's being done about this? Surely he can't have vanished into thin air!" My brother demands, only for Dad to drop his head low.
"So far all leads have led to a dead end. It seems that he really has vanished. At least, out of this city's jurisdiction. All we know is that his name is Yon Rha. He's a citizen of the Fire Nation and had previous convictions of being involved in gangs." The Councilman explains, prompting my eyebrows to shoot up to my hairline just as Sokka releases a growl.
"This man had convictions?! What on spirits name was he doing out among the public!" The ponytailed man shouts, only for Dad to shake his head.
"Nothing we can do if they've served their time. Anyway, it's getting late. You both need to get some rest for the funeral tomorrow." Hakoda decides as he rises to his feet. His arm is outstretched, beckoning for the picture still clutched in my hands. I glimpse down once more, etching his face into my brain before relinquishing my hold on the photo.
Sokka clambers to his feet a moment later as he averts his gaze from the two of us. I swallow hard and rise to my feet to give the boy a hug. A second later our Dad joins in and we're all holding onto one another tightly, as if we were the only broken pieces that could glue each other back together again.
Saturday Morning - At the Funeral:
Throughout the ceremony my mind is in a haze. The hall is filled with people while the cultural figurehead leads the prayers and hymns. As my eyes flickers over the crowd, I notice that there are many I don't know with only a handful that I recognise as being co-workers or old friends that Mum used to invite to the house. And in this huge hall surrounded by so many people who loved Mum, I can't help but feel that much smaller when I realise I'm one of the only legacies that my mother left behind. That responsibility and pressure is almost crushing and if I wasn't boxed in by my father and brother on either side of me I would be sprinting out of the stuffy room for some much needed fresh air.
Instead, I remain standing stiffly, staring at the open coffin in front of us. It's laid on a stand, so from this distance I can't see her. Dad said we'll say our goodbye at the end of the ceremony, but part of me isn't sure if I want to. 'Surely, it's better to keep my last memory of Mum untainted with her beaming smile and bright eyes?' But I know I'll live to regret it if I don't see Mum one last time.
I swallow thickly as I stare so hard at the mahogany coffin that I almost see stars. But I suppose that's better than having the nightmare I had last night re-play in my mind's eye. Those glinting dark eyes. A gun shot. Mum's anguished face. Blood. Lots of blood. The life draining from her eyes.
A whimper escapes past my lips, earning the attention of my brother. Silently, he slips his hand between mine and gives my fingers a squeeze. I return the gesture, reassuring him I'm alright. Even though I'm far from it.
When the funeral finally wraps up, I have to endure the torture of shaking hands with every single person who attended. The amount of "I'm sorry." is unreal. The kisses, the hugs, the teary eyes - they're all so hard to bear. Maybe it's because it reminds me that I'm not the only one missing Mum. And if I was my mother I would be putting them before myself, comforting them and saying it will be alright. 'Maybe I should be more like her. After all, how else will her memory live on?'
Eventually the hall empties completely, giving my Dad, brother and I the privacy to see Mum for the last time. Dad is the one that leads us up the coffin. We go up the step as Dad peers in, his eyes are soft as he gazes inside before he nudges Sokka and I forward. I screw my eyes shut for a moment, not feeling ready. But when I feel a secure hand on my shoulder I finally open them and look down.
There lying on the white cushion is my sweet, selfless, beautiful Mum. Her eyes closed, her face free of worries and her hair cascades down her shoulders. If I didn't know better, I would say she was simply sleeping. Cautiously, I stretch out my arm and take Mum's hand in mine. Her skin is deathly cold to the touch and this is when I know that she's really gone, because Mum was never anything but warm.
"I'll leave you two to have a moment with your Mum. I'll be just outside when you need me." Dad murmurs gently and disappears through the door. I bite my lip, not sure if I could say anything with Sokka present, but as if he read my mind he shoots me a half smile.
"You go ahead. I'll be outside with Dad." My brother offers. I gaze at him with wide eyes before shaking my head.
"No way, you go first. You've known Mum longer." I insist, only for the man's lips to twitch.
"I've already gone." He replies. I blink twice at his answer before shaking my head in confusion.
"What? When?" I ask, baffled.
"Before the funeral started. I came in early and...well, I said what I needed to. Now it's your turn. Come out when you're done." Sokka mumbles before turning to leave. He pauses just as he gets to the door to shoot me a small smile before disappearing. Leaving me alone with Mum for the last time. The thought sends pinpricks of tears to my eyes as I turn my gaze back to Mum.
"Oh Mum..." I choke out as my legs give out from underneath me and I sink to the ground onto my knees. "Why did you have to be taken away from us so soon? You mean everything to me. How can I go on without your steady hand guiding me?" I bawl as big welted tears run down my cheeks. "Who's going to teach me all your amazing recipes? Who's going to be there at my graduation cheering the loudest? Who's going to be there calming my pre-wedding jitters? Who's going to give the warmest hugs that only a mother can give?" I list off as my throat tightens in pain.
Pressing my forehead against the ledge of the coffin, I clutch Mum's hand even tighter.
"I need you so badly. I can't even describe how much this hurts and there aren't enough words to tell you the extent that I love you. I wish I could tell you that one more time. I miss you and nothing will ever fill this hole in my heart. I..." I trail off as the weight on my chest becomes heavier. "...I don't know what we'll do without you. Dad doesn't look like he's coping well and Sokka is trying to shove his emotions down. I feel like I need to be the strong one for them. They need a strong mother figure, but I don't know if I can become that. I-I can't replace you. And I'll never be able to live up to the legacy you set because you were so perfect. I don't know what to do." I cry out as memories slam into me like a truck.
Suddenly the bell in the hall chimes 11 o'clock and I become acutely aware of how long I've been in here. Not wanting to worry Dad and Sokka, I stumble to my feet and take one last look at Mum. Carefully, I lean forward and press my lips against her cold cheek. I plant another kiss on her hand before gently placing it over her chest.
"I love you Mum. I'll do my best to look after everyone. I promise." I whisper softly as I wipe my tear stained cheeks and go outside.
Together, Dad, Sokka and I watch as the closed coffin is lowered into the deep pit. A couple of Mum's closest friends and Gran Gran stands beside us and throws pink rose petals on top of the coffin. Stiffly, I do likewise, watching as they flutter down the hole. Delicate and fragile, just like life. The cold weather bites into us and the drizzle from the grey clouds starts to become heavier as we stare hopelessly at the ground. Soon, one by one people go, leaving just Dad, Sokka and I. Finally, Hakoda sighs and turns to us.
"Come on, it's getting really dreary out here." Dad murmurs gently and starts guiding us back to the black funeral car. I crane my head back at the gravestone, but as I do so, I catch sight of a man in a hat and coat, standing afar off, watching us. I stop and blink twice, but the man is no more.
"Katara?" Sokka probes.
"Did you see someone else here?" I question with furrowed eyebrows, as I scan the graveyard through the foggy rain, but find no one. Sokka shares a glance with Dad before shaking his head.
"No, we're the only ones here. Gran Gran was the last to leave because it was getting too cold for her, remember?" My brother points out. I purse my lips.
"I was so sure I saw someone else." I insist, only for Dad to wrap his arm around my shoulders.
"It's foggy and rainy honey, maybe it was just a trick of the light." Hakoda suggests. I sigh, conceding he's probably right.
"Yeah that's true." I mumble as I glance behind me once more before we walk away from Mum's resting place. 'Goodbye Mum.' I whisper silently, my heart constricting as I voice it in my head.
A/N: So my inspiration for this chapter actually came from my uncle's funeral. I was 8yrs old when I attended his funeral and didn't really understand what was going on tbh. I just remember the air being so sombre as I sat next to my cousins. And at the end of the ceremony, my uncle's wife and dad stood at the exit shaking hands with every single person and let me tell you the church was PACKED with people. When I reflect on it now, it's amazing to see how many people he touched. I didn't see his coffin open, but my dad said he did and went to see his brother for the last time before kissing his hand goodbye (hence why I wrote Katara doing that). I remember watching the coffin being lowered in the ground and dropping rose petals (not sure what purpose it held tbh). The weather was just as I described in this chapter. Basically all this was from what I saw and I guess in a way this chapter plays homage to him, even if I didn't really know him much.
Ironically, Prince Philip, the Queen's husband, passed away yesterday. Posting this chapter wasn't intentional, but somehow it feels fitting? My great uncle also passed away this week (again didn't know him). But sometimes you can't help but think about death and what impact you'll leave on people when you leave. On the news it said that Prince Philip was an extraordinary man that led an extraordinary life. It made me think that this is what we should do – let's live an extraordinary life. A life worth being talked about. A life that we'd be proud of. A legacy that we can leave. Because it doesn't last forever.
Anyway, I'm sorry that got depressing, but I suppose I'm in a theological mood at the moment. This chapter was trying to sow seeds for Katara's change into being that maternal figure we loved in the show, albeit with a slightly darker twist to it. I've planted plot points for various other things, but I kept them subtle ;)
In terms of the next chapter, I wanted to let you all know that I've only got one more week of the holidays left. I'll try to get another update out during then, but if not I can't say when my next update will be. I'm going into my final term and it's a heavy one – exams are in July; I do hope I'll update before then, at least monthly, but I make no promises. So I hope to see you soon, if not take care till the next update ;)
10/4/21