A/N: Spoiler warning for the Wayward victor in this chapter.


Prologue III:

Jory Foran, District Two, Victor of the 123rd Hunger Games

"Stop being an idiot, Jory, you're not in trouble," the victor whispers to himself as he stands outside Kat Liero's office. He knows he hasn't done anything wrong, but every time she asks him to come to his office, he feels like he's fifteen again and about to get scolded by her. Doesn't matter if he's now in his thirties: Kat Liero is just a scary woman.

"I can hear you muttering out there, Jory!" Kat calls through the door at him and Jory nervously chuckles before knocking on the door and openly it slowly. Kat has an amused look on her face as he enters, before shaking her head at him and gesturing to the chairs across from her. "Sit."

"Yes, ma'am," Jory answers immediately and almost runs to sit down, not wanting to make her mad at him. Some habits from his days as a trainee just won't die. "So…" Jory says slowly when Kat doesn't immediately launch into whatever she needs to discuss but instead keeps staring at him with her sharp gaze – which only further makes him think he's done something wrong. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Zephyr," Kat says right away and Jory raises an eyebrow immediately at this, fighting against the feeling of his cheeks heating up. Oh God, does she know that there is…something…happening with them? Hell, even he doesn't know what's happening with them.

"What…what about Zephyr?" Jory asks nervously, no longer just out of terror at the victor. Now it's also out of fear of not knowing what the hell he is feeling and also feeling like it's…wrong, somehow, to be feeling this way. He knows deep down, in a part he tries his absolute hardest to keep locked down…he still loves Emilio.

So why the hell does he have feelings for the first victor he brought home?

"Do you think he's ready to mentor?" Kat asks him and Jory lets out a breath of relief that he hadn't realized he was holding.

"Oh," Jory says, relieved that she's only asking about this. "Well…I'd say he's ready if he has someone experienced with him to help him out. Not sure where you'll find someone like that here in Two, though," Jory jokes, but Kat keeps staring at him with that cool and unamused look, making his chuckles die down quickly.

"I'm looking at him," Kat tells him and Jory's eyebrows immediately raise up in surprise, and all he can do is just stare at her. "I'm going to have you and Zephyr mentor this year. You know him the best from working with him for years, so I figure what's another year of that. Is there a problem with that?"

Jory opens and closes his mouth a couple times, trying to figure out how to respond to Kat, because he has no idea if he has a problem with that. On the one hand, he's happy that Kat has picked him to keep mentoring Zephyr in a way, and also the fact that she thinks he is ready to mentor. But on the other hand…this means he's going to be spending a lot of time with Zephyr, a lot of time alone…and that means he might have to confront the confusing new feelings he has towards Zephyr. "Nope, not a problem at all. I'm happy to work with him again. But uh, you wouldn't happen to know who is mentoring this year for One, by any chance? One and Four, of course…"

Kat gives him a knowing look at this and Jory nervously clears his throat, shifting uncomfortably under her hard gaze. "Thetis hasn't told me that information since you and Zephyr used that information to exploit her mentors' strategies."

Jory chuckles nervously and shrugs at her, "Whoops…? I mean, it worked, right?"

"It did, I won't deny that," Kat responds, just the hint of a proud look in her eyes. "As for Four, Delmar has been all proud of his victory and I won't be surprised if he's mentoring this year."

"Young and inexperienced," Jory comments to himself and Kat nods her head in agreement. "Better for us."

"Yes, it is," Kat says before crossing her hands on her lap. "Now, go ahead and tell Zephyr. We need to get you two working with the chosen volunteers right away so you can know their strategies. We'll start tomorrow."

Jory stands up at her dismissal, giving her a smile to hide what he's feeling inside. "Right away, ma'am." Kat simply nods her head at him and he leaves her office and once the door is shut, he leans his head against the wall next to it, confused on everything in him right now. He hasn't felt this way in…in years, really. Not since…nope, he is not going to let his thoughts go that way.

But now…now he's going to be living in the same space as Zephyr for a few weeks, a small enclosed space with barely anyone else to talk to aside from Flannery and the tributes, having to work together while there's all this tension between them. All while the person who is making it hard for Jory to finally move on might be one floor below them.

What the hell did he just agree to?


Matla Jarend, District Three, Victor of the 128th Hunger Games

Today is a day that Matla is still in a bit of disbelief that it actually happened. It doesn't matter that she worked hard for eight years at university to reach this point, she still can't quite belief it's actually happening. Today is the day Matla is given the fancy piece of paper and allowing her to have proof when she tells people that she is a doctor…

Doctor of philosophy, but that's beside the point. Still counts as being a doctor in her eyes. As she waits in the seats with the other doctorate graduates, listening to the sappy speech by the dean of the university about perseverance or whatever, Matla can't help but get a little emotional. Not from the dean's speech – that's as corny as can be. No…about the fact that she's actually sitting here today, in this seat, and waiting to get her degree. This was always her dream growing up, to attend the university and just get any degree, not even a doctorate degree. But the dream was always crushed when she would look around the tiny studio apartment shared with her father, knowing he would never be able to afford to send her to university. Unless she got one of the very rare and competitive full scholarships…there was no way it was going to happen. She let her dream fade away, knowing it was going to always be just a dream. Until the Games happened and gave her the chance to be able to afford it. She even got to start her Bachelor's degree early, thanks to her being a victor.

Who would have thought Matla would actually be grateful at going into the Games?

And now here she is…she did it. The eight years of university were harder than the Games ever were. Hell, there were some days when her experiments failed after months and months of planning when she almost was wishing she was back in the arena. The arena was easy to figure out – she had to kill or be killed. But designing her own experiments? Yeah, that was a lot more emotionally draining for her. But she did it, she got them to work and she defended her work.

Nothing can ruin her excitement for today. So when the dean finally finishes her speech and they start bringing up the graduates by program, Matla is grinning in her seat as she impatiently waits for them to reach Electrical Engineering. It can't take more than ten minutes to get through the programs ahead of hers, the families in the crowd cheering for their graduates, but it feels like forever to Matla.

"And now we have Electrical Engineering," the dean says and Matla stands up with the only other graduate from her program this year, and they smile at each other as they head up to the stage. "We have two graduates in this program this year. First, Dr. Hilla Brand."

Hilla gets loud cheers from her friends and family in the crowd as she steps up, letting her advisor put the District Three University hood over her head, in the orange color for engineering, signifying that she has completed her degree, before the dean shakes her hand and gives her the degree.

"And we have Dr. Matla Jarend."

Matla steps up, only expecting to hear the cheers from her father in the crowd since she doesn't have any other family or friends with her, not after cutting out all the people who have tried to use her for her money and status. But she pauses, getting overwhelmed by the sheer volume of cheers for her, before grinning and waving at them as she steps up to her advisor. She supposes it's not every day that District Three's youngest victor earns her doctorate degree…it's a big deal for the District.

"Congrats, Doctor," Dr. Oldstone tells her, placing the graduate hood over her head before pulling her into a hug. "I'm so proud of you!"

"Thank you," Matla answers, feeling her eyes welling up in tears of pride as she lets go of her advisor and approaches the dean. She shakes her hand as she accepts the heavy folder containing her degree, unable to stop grinning at all of this.

"Congratulations, Dr. Jarend," the dean tells her.

Matla's face is hurting from grinning as she steps off the stage, clutching the folder to her chest dearly as she returns to her seat. A few more people congratulate her as she walks past them, and Matla thanks them and congratulates them in return, even if she has never met them before. But it doesn't matter, not when all of them have accomplished this feat today.

Matla sits down, looking at the folder on her lap and running a hand over the university insignia on it as they move on to the next degree program. Slowly, she opens it, and feels tears fall down her cheeks – that she quickly wipes away before they can fall on the very fancy piece of paper – as she stares at her name, and the official words.

She did it.


Muir Asturias, District Four, Victor of the 113th Hunger Games

"Babe, I still think we could have come up with a better name."

"Well yes, Angel, but you wouldn't let me come up with a sea animal pun," Stel tells Muir, putting an arm around her waist as they stare up at the sign they just finished hanging up for tonight's gala. 'The Marine Sea Animal Group 10th Annual Fundraising Gala'. "But now the abbreviation is the same as Muir and Stelios Asturias."

"Yes, yes, but your puns aren't good. How many bad sea animal names did you call me before finally settling on angel fish?" Muir teases him, watching him start pouting at this, so she quickly kisses him, getting him to stop pouting immediately.

"I'm still sorry about the ones on the no-no list," Stel starts pouting again at this and Muir sighs as she leans her head against his shoulder, feeling bad for making him feel bad. "I just think they are cute animals."

"I know, babe, and I love that part about you," Muir tells him, smiling to herself at how much Stel cares about sea animals and keeping them protected. Who would have thought the Hispanic Hottie teaching her surf lessons all those years ago would really have a heart of gold and not be the big flirt he looks like? Well, he is a flirt, but only to Muir. "That's why we have this annual fundraiser and started our organization, complete with shirts with bad puns." They already wore shirts earlier for the triathlon portion of the fundraiser with his bad puns, with his saying 'If found, please sea Muir' and hers saying 'I am Muir.'

"You always give in to them eventually," Stel tells her, making Muir start pouting this time.

"Only because you are cute," Muir tells her husband, only making him start grinning at her. "Now come on, we have to get ready for people to come in for the dinner."

"Lead the way," Stel gestures her towards the door of the aquarium and she takes his hand, leading him through the tables decorated for tonight's gala. It's a beautiful location to get people to give money for the cause, putting them right next to the animals that need their help. It's a guilt trip that Muir is proud of for coming up – and she knows how much guilt can inspire people to do.

But before Stel can reach the door, he pulls her to a stop next to the manatees, watching as one of the sea cows gently floats past them. "Do you still remember me proposing here?"

"Of course I do," Muir says quietly, a small smile forming on her face at the cute memory. She glances down at the ring on her hand – the ring that her father would have given her mother – and starts laughing about his proposal. "I said absolutely no sea animals involved in the proposal. I thought for sure they would eat the ring."

"I was going to tie it around a manatee's neck and get it to swim over to the glass here," Stel tells her, still sounding so proud of his idea that would have gone terribly wrong. How would he have actually gotten the manatee to swim over in the first place? But she lets this be, knowing he meant well with his plan. The guy just loves manatees and her a lot. She's just glad he didn't lose her family ring by giving it to a sea animal.

"But the little stuffed animal manatee instead was cuter," Muir tells him. "And that plan was less likely to have unexpected problems. And I was able to keep the cute little stuff animal."

"I'm so glad you said yes," Stel responds, looking over at her so he can lean his forehead against hers.

"You act like it was yesterday, not over fourteen years ago," Muir teases him.

Stel contemplates this for a moment, before grinning at her. "We should renew our vows next year for our fifteenth wedding anniversary. We can do it right here and have our parents come."

"Sure, babe," Muir answers him, knowing that it will make him happy to renew their vows. After this many years of being with him, she doesn't think doing this will make any difference in how much she loves him, but she can't resist that adorable smile he is giving her. "But maybe it can just be us. More private and special."

"Whatever you wish, Angel," Stel agrees with her, not looking as if he has any problem with what she suggested. Which he probably doesn't. "As long as I'm with you, I'm happy."

Muir stares up at him for a moment, having to brush a piece of his long hair back from where it's tickling her cheek, just getting a little overwhelmed by how much she needs him in her life. It's always in these moments when he says things like that and she feels like they're back at the start of them dating, with her still being the broken woman filled with guilt who needed someone to keep her grounded in the present, not her past. And he did that, rarely bringing up the Games and always telling her that he's happy doing whatever, as long as he's with her. "Let's do it."

"Do what?" Stel asks her, cutely forgetting already what he even suggested.

"Renew our vows. Just me, you, and some sea cows in the background," Muir tells him and they both laugh as they look over at the manatees, one of them looking curiously out at them. "It will be perfect."

"Of course it will because you're perfect."

Muir stares up at him, feeling her eyes start prickling a little at getting overwhelmed by how much she loves him. "I love you, hubby. What would I do without you?"


Letha Calder, District Five, Victor of the 112th Hunger Games

Letha slowly shuts the nursery door behind her, letting out a sigh of relief when she hears the click of the door shutting and she doesn't make her youngest start crying immediately. She leans her head against the door, exhaustion filling every ounce of her body. She had thought by the third child things would get easier and she would know exactly what to do to calm him down. But baby Leandro is the fussiest of all three of her boys, keeping her and her husband up for most of the night. Yet she absolutely loves her youngest son and wouldn't change anything.

When Letha turns around, she jumps a little at Kyriakos standing there, his arms crossed at her and bags under his eyes from the lack of sleep. "Letha…"

"Shh," she tells him, motioning to the door she just closed. She waves him after her, heading into the kitchen and away from the sleeping boys it took two hours to get asleep. No way is she waking them up with the argument she's been trying to avoid for weeks now, ever since she told her husband her decision to mentor again this year.

"Letha, we need to talk about this," Kyriakos whispers to her as they enter the kitchen and Letha keeps her back to him as she opens the fridge, pretending to look in there for a snack so she can't see the disappointment on her husband's face. "Can you please look at me?"

Letha sighs before grabbing a bottle of juice and shutting the door behind her. "I don't know what you want me to tell you," she tells him quietly as she faces him, taking a long sip of her juice to avoid discussing this with him. She hates getting in arguments with him…and she knows there's a good chance this conversation will end that way.

"Say that you won't mentor this year," Kyriakos pleads with her. He takes a step closer to her so he can grab her free hand. "Please…I can't stand watching how much it destroys you each year you don't bring home a victor."

"I can't say that," Letha whispers to him, feeling her eyes welling up with tears as pain fills her from the years and years of coming home to families she has failed.

"Yes you can," Kyriakos tries to tell her. "Ask Cas or Eos to mentor instead-"

"They mentored enough before me and Aion," Letha interrupts him, refusing to ask the older victors of Five to mentor once more. "This is my responsibility. It's just how it works…you mentor until someone else is young enough to take your place."

"Well that's some bullshit," Kyriakos tells her, making her give him a shocked look from the rare occurrence of him swearing. "You have a newborn son!"

"I'll take Leandro with me," Letha tells him, having already thought through all of this from the moment she started thinking about the Games once more. "It won't be the first time someone has brought their kid with them."

"Who? Who else has brought kids with them?" Kyriakos asks her, clearly not believing her.

"Let's see," Letha says, setting down her juice so she can start counting on her hands. "Lelantos, Sativa…" She starts frowning, unable to think of anyone else.

"Two. Two people, Letha," Kyriakos tells her, shaking his head at this. "Do you think there's a reason why others don't bring their kids with them to a death match?"

"Well I can't just leave him here!" Letha says, her voice raising in frustration. "I'm not leaving you with three boys under the age of five and I'm not changing my mind on mentoring."

They stare at each other for a long minute, both of them clearly hating getting in an argument about this, but it was inevitable. Ever since she had her first son Argos, they have had this argument each year…

"Mommy?"

They both immediately turn to look at the small voice, a smile immediately forming on Letha's face as she looks at her eldest boy. "What's wrong, sweetie?" She asks right away, stepping over to Argos and scooping him and the small blanket he drags with him up.

"I heard loud voices…" Argos tells her, immediately making her guilty for getting in an argument with Kyriakos.

She shares a look with her husband, finding matching guilt on his face that they woke up their son. She silently tells him that their conversation is over, before turning back to Argos and smiling at their son. "Oh everything is fine, sweetie. Let's get you back to sleep."

"Okay," Argos says through a yawn, leaning against her shoulder and putting his small arms around her.

"You're getting so big," Letha tells him, realizing she won't be able to pick him up for too much longer, something that immediately makes her sad. "Daddy is giving you too many cookies."

"No, he doesn't give me enough cookies," Argos says with a giggle, and Letha smiles down at her son as she brings him into his bedroom and holds up her finger to keep him quiet, pointing over at his brother Xander thankfully still asleep on the other side of the room.

Letha tucks Argos back in, her heart still heaving from arguing with her husband. But as she kisses the top of her son's head, she knows this is exactly why she has to keep mentoring each year. She has to do her best to bring someone else home so she doesn't take a child from their parents or stop someone from someday having moments like this with their own child.

And even when she does get another victor home, she won't stop. None of the other victors in Five care about the tributes as much as she does. And they deserve to have someone with them in what could be their final moments that cares.

"Goodnight, sweetie," Letha whispers, running a hand over Argos' wild hair. "Mommy loves you."


Jarle Eurydia, District Six, Victor of the 131st Hunger Games

Six years later and these trips to the Capitol still make him nervous. Not in the way they used to when he was a terrified boy, alone in a big unknown city and receiving treatment for an illness that was threatening his life, desperately clinging onto the sliver of hope that becoming the victor provided him. But now…now he's no longer that boy knowing no one. He has his own family here in the Capitol that has accepted him as one of them, all because Dampero insisted that he would not be alone. But even though he isn't alone now as he walks into the hospital for his yearly check up to make sure the cancer is truly gone, he feels like he's that seventeen year old again.

"You doing okay?"

Jarle looks down at the young girl holding his hand as they wait and she gives him an encouraging smile. Well…she's not quite the twelve year old that she was when her parents first started watching him on his stays in the Capitol. "I'll be fine, Mari."

Mari huffs at this and Jarle knows he's about to get some of her sass, but he's saved by the nurse calling his name. "Jarle? Come with me."

"Come on, Mari," Jarle says as he stands up, keeping her hand in his and leading her back into the patient room. It's become a tradition of sorts for his friend to come with him here, ever since she first came in and offered to sit with him. He can still remember the exact way she asked him if he wanted to color with her because she finds coloring in her mother's tattoos comforting. And he's willing to bet that she has a coloring book tucked away in her bag.

Jarle's directed to sit and a blood sample is quickly drawn, and then it's time for them to wait. Mari hums a little as she sits by his side, letting him sit in silence if he needs it. But in the silence, his thoughts are allowed to run wild, giving him all sorts of terrible thoughts about how his cancer will be back. "Tell me something good."

"Something good?" Mari asks, looking up at him. She absentmindedly adjusts her hat as she thinks. "Well…Iris just found out recently that she's going to be escorting!"

"That's good," Jarle says, smiling at the news about Mari's best friend. He's not as close to Iris as he is to Mari, but she's a kind girl. "Do you know which District? I'm assuming Bee will still be with me in Six?"

"Yep," Mari responds, grinning at the thought of her parent working with Jarle. "She'll be in Five!"

"Ah, with Letha," Jarle smiles at her, Mari's excitement for her best friend being contagious. "She's lucky."

"Hmm, she'd be luckier in Six with you and Uncle Dee Dee," Mari teases, instantly getting laughter out of Jarle at her nickname for Dampero.

"Yes, how could we forget about Uncle Dee Dee?" Jarle jokes, sending them both into a fit of laughter. "Oh he would kill me right now if he knew I was joking about this."

"Nonsense, he loves you as much as he loves me," Mari giggles, giving him a nudge on the arm.

"Well," Jarle says, trying to find an argument for that, but he starts laughing when he can't think of anything. "Yeah, you're right. I should call him that in front of our tributes this year."

"No!" Mari yells and starts laughing loudly at him, and he tries to hold in his own laughter, but soon their both laughing hysterically, with Mari leaning over onto him and clutching her side. Slowly they start to stop their laughing, and Mari keeps her head on his shoulder, picking her feet up onto her chair so she can tuck against his side like old times. "I'm so glad he asked Bee all those years ago to let you stay with us during your treatments."

"Me too," Jarle answers quietly, forever grateful to Dampero for giving him his second family, among other reasons. They fall into a comfortable silence, sitting together as they wait to hear the verdict on Jarle. Mari soon pulls out a marker and starts doodling on his arm, poor imitations of the flower tattoos on her mother Sonja's arms. "They're great," Jarle tells her.

Mari scoffs at this and shakes her head. "Don't lie to me," Mari teases him, laughing a little. "You can say I suck at drawing, you know. I'm not the naïve twelve year old I was when we first met."

"No, you're just a sassy eighteen year old now," Jarle teases in return, getting a pout from Mari that only lasts a few seconds until she starts laughing again. "See, you know I'm right."

"Okay yes, yes, I have a little bit of sass," Mari tells him, proving his point. "But you forgot to add smart, kind-"

Mari is cut off by the door opening and she sits up as Jarle's doctor walks in, carrying his clipboard with the results on it. Jarle tenses up right away, nervously looking up at him. "Hi doc…what's the news?"

"Well," he says as he brings his small rolling stool over to sit in front of them. He opens up Jarle's folder and scans over it. "I'm happy to say that you have officially been in remission for five years."


Danila Braeden, District Ten, Victor of the 97th Hunger Games

Danila forces herself to smile as she opens the front door, staring out at Johan as he walks up the path to her house. Normally she always looks forward to their weekly dinners, but today she is just feeling like absolute shit. This cold seemed to come out of nowhere and she woke up struggling to get the energy to get out of bed. And the coughing, that's the worst part about this. But no damn cold is going to get her to cancel their weekly dinner. No way in hell. They've only cancelled three times over the last twenty years they decided to start this. "Hey Johan, I would hug you but, well, I don't want to get you sick," Danila tells them with a laugh, but it quickly turns into coughs as her throat stings.

Johan immediately is giving her a concerned look as he approaches and she holds up a hand to keep him from reaching out to her, not going to let him get sick as well. "Danny, we could have cancelled the dinner if you're sick…"

"Nonsense," Danila says, coughing one last time before clearing her throat and standing up straight again. She gives him a reassuring smile, but she knows Johan is skeptical of her. Or maybe he's just being his normal self that cares too much about everyone. "Come on, I made my casserole."

"Yeah because that's the easiest thing you can cook well," Johan tells her and Danila shrugs at this as she leads him inside her house. He's not wrong. "I'm not staying late today, you need to rest."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Danila tells him stubbornly as they head into the kitchen and she opens the oven to check on the food. A blast of smoke from in the oven hits her, making her grab a towel and start fanning it away from her face. "Shit," she says as Johan grabs oven mitts to take out the casserole, and Danila starts coughing at the smoke in her lungs. She bends over, her lungs burning as she keeps coughing but unable to get the smoke out of them. She holds the towel up to her face, trying to block the smoke from getting into her lungs.

Danila steps back as Johan assesses the disaster of her food. "Well, I think something just fell to the bottom of the oven and the actual food isn't burnt. So not a complete – are you alright?" Johan immediately is concerned over her as she tries to hold back more coughs, her eyes watering from the tickling in her lungs.

Danila nods her head before stepping back. "I need some fresh air, I'll be right back." She ignores him as she all but runs to the back door and steps outside, leaving the door open to air out the smoke inside. She starts coughing once more and when she pulls the towel away from her face, her hands shake as she stares at the blood splatters there. That cannot be good…

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah, fine, everything is fine!" Danila says quickly as she folds up the towel, hiding the blood spots. She wipes her face as she hears Johan approaching, not wanting to make him worry about this. She's sure it's nothing too major and something they'll be able to fix. So why make him worry about it now? He always worries too much about her, making sure she isn't on her own too much or making sure she gets outside. He doesn't need to know about this when she'll get it fixed up in a week. She smiles at him as best as she can when he steps outside, worry all over his face. "The smoke just really tickled my lungs."

Johan looks like he doesn't want to believe her for a moment, before finally accepting her excuse. "Okay…but we're still having an early night so you can get some sleep."

"Yes, dad," Danila teases him, making him shake his head at her as he tries to fight off a smile. "Geez some days it feels like you were the mentor for me, not the other way around."

"Yeah well with how stubborn you are, someone needs to care for you," Johan responds to her as he crosses his arms. Danila rolls her eyes at this, just proving his point. "Come on, we'll eat outside to give time for the smoke to clear out."

"Alrighty," Danila answers, giving him a reassuring smile, even as she feels her lungs tickling with the need to cough once more. "And then we need to discuss the Games starting up."

Johan starts frowning right away at this and he lets out a loud sigh as he stares down at her. "Do we have to? We still have two weeks…"

"Yes, we do," Danila tells him, shaking her head at him trying to avoid their yearly reality. "It's been too long since Ten had a victor. We need to figure out just how we are going to change that."

"Yes, because we haven't figured that out in the how many decades of working together?" Johan sarcastically responds before sighing once more at her. "Danny, you are so stubborn."

"This stubbornness is going to get us home another victor," Danila answers as she turns to head back into the house to grab the food. "Now come on, this casserole isn't going to eat itself."


So there we have our second half of the mentors! This group has a lot of my favorite victors so it's always fun for me to write them. I don't got much to say here lol, other then there's the mentors XD Most of these ones are familiar names if you're reading my other stories.

As for subs, they are still open and I am setting August 31st as the official deadline! So still plenty of time to get those tributes in! I could definitely use more non-featured tributes at this point.

We have one more prologue left! We'll check in one more time with Seraphim and Lisia before we get rolling with the intros! That prologue will probably be up September 1st and I'll have the full tribute list then. So sit tight and we'll be there soon!