Hazard (n) - 1. an unknown and unpredictable phenomenon that causes an event to result one way rather than another 2. Put forward, of a guess, in spite of possible refutation (v)

000

Harper wonders why she's even doing this. She's not really the outdoors type of person and yet, here she is. She glances over at her friend briefly before shifting her attention back to the ground. She doesn't want to trip and she's been really careful about it so far. Overgrown roots? Spotted. Uneven rocks? Stepped over.

John, on the other hand, looks like he's having the time of his life. He's excitedly taking pictures of plants and whatever wildlife he hasn't already scared away. He's crouched down near some foliage, and Harper walks past him.

It's starting to get late. It's difficult to tell with all the enormous trees overhead, but a look at her watch affirms her concerns.

She decides to voice them.

"Hey, Johnny? It's starting to get late. We should leave." She continues to stare intensely at the ground as she walks, cautious of the potentially dangerous greenery. She think she hears John following after her; there is a minor crack from what she thinks to be a fallen branch. They've already passed several.

Harper stops suddenly, feeling a chill creep up and radiate throughout her spine. She scans the trees in front of them but sees nothing. The remnants of the sunlight filtering through, the particles in the air floating about, undisturbed. It should be peaceful, only... She doesn't feel that way.

It's now that she realizes how quiet it's gotten.

"Johnny?"

She whips around but finds herself alone. There's no sign of him, as though he never stepped foot in the forest. She frantically proceeds to where he was crouched down earlier. Her eyes roam the treeline in quick, uneven sweeps. Her breaths are coming quicker, her palms feel sticky in her enclosed fists.

"This isn't funny John!"

"It's not supposed to be."

A scream wants to fly out of her throat but instead she takes in a gasp of air. There's a muffled thud behind her and she falls down, startled and tripping over her own legs. She crawls backwards in an attempt to place some distance between her and this stranger.

The first thing Harper notices is his hair. It's pulled back tightly into what she assumes to be a ponytail. There are some leaves sticking out of the mess on top of his head. The second feature she notices are his teeth, feral looking in an intimidating attempt at a smile. If Harper had bumped into him in the streets, she would've forgotten his face immediately.

Whatever this is, she doesn't think she's going to get out of this alive. But if she does, she's making it her job to commit him to memory. Shirtless. Eyes are dark, likely brown but it's hard to tell in the lighting.

He takes a step forward, and she inches backwards twice as much. He tilts his head to the side, scrutinizing her, observing her.

"James!"

It's a woman's voice, not too far off. At first she has the wild thought that maybe this person is another hiker, looking for someone else as well. But the way the man tilts his head back in response to the voice, while still watching her, is telling.

"In a minute!" He replies in saccharine sing songy voice. He feigns a lunge forward and Harper scrambles back as though he had taken another step. He laughs.

The backpack is heavy on her back but she manages to wretch herself sideways, onto a crouched position, and kicks off of her back foot like she never has before. The bag jumps from shoulder to shoulder heavily against her back and she pulls both arms towards her chest to slide them through the straps to drop it immediately. She hears it land with a surprisingly muffled noise as it hits the forest floor somewhere behind her.

She's lumbering along the path. That's too predictable, so she veers sharply to the left. She's breathing heavily, taking in short mouthfuls of air. No, no, no. She's never going to get far like this. She struggles to breathe in through her nose but she manages to do so. Deep, deep, deep. C'mon, c'mon. She's burning, scorching on the inside, her lungs, her legs. It's the acid in her body, the milk one. Lactic acid can go to heck.

Another sharp swerve, to the right this time. She faintly hears diabolical laughter, it's getting closer. Closer still.

No, no, no. Branches swipe at her face as she passes them by but she pays no attention to them. She feels her heart running a marathon at full capacity, feels it in her ribcage, in the back of her throat.

It's getting lighter in the distance. Is it a clearing or is it the woodland edge? Is it safe?

She thinks James has her when she falls down unexpectedly, scrapping her palms and knees on asphalt. She kicks away at whatever is grabbing her but it turns out to be an overgrown tree root.

The position she landed in affords her with a view of James creeping continuously closer. He's some twenty, thirty feet away, still grinning and chuckling dangerously when he cuts off abruptly. The expression on his face morphs into something else. A furious scowl, narrowed eyes. It's anger. His lips lift up in a snarl and Harper swears she hears him growl. He tenses, and so does Harper.

He leaps up into the air, grabs a tree's nearby branch and disappears off into the distance where she saw him come from.

She doesn't feel any safer when she sees that the threat is gone. She somewhat recognizes that she's somewhere along a road. She vaguely thinks she hears differing snarls in the woods but by this point everything is blurring together. Up ahead she sees the parking space where she had been earlier in the afternoon. She runs toward it with total abandon, cries for help coming out of her dry mouth.

000

It's a fine Saturday afternoon when Charlie gets a call. It's technically his day off but as Chief, he goes anyways.

"Sorry Bells, looks like it's important," he mouths off to her as he gets up to take the call in the kitchen. They were watching some movie, a documentary this time. Bella was absolutely delighted in all the faces Charlie made at some of the more unusual animals.

He continues the phone call and is listening intently at the information that is being relayed to him. There was an accident of some sort with a hiker earlier today. He hazards a glance at the kitchen clock and finds that it's around 8. So, a few hours ago. The officer on the phone doesn't know much else but the tone of his voice makes Charlie think that this is a bad case.

He retrieves his badge and gun and makes his way to the front door. "Looks like a bad case, Bella. Might stay at the station overnight but there might not be much we can do at the moment. Lock up and stay safe anyways, alright?"

"Of course, Dad."

As he's retrieving his keys, he thinks about the fact that Bella has only been home for a few weeks. He wants to keep her away from anything dangerous.

He closes the door behind him and locks it. He travels to where his cruiser is parked besides Bella's truck and gets in it. He starts up the engine and waits a minute before making his way towards the station. Some time later he arrives and he enters the seemingly quiet building.

Some officers flock to him but he orders them to get organized. He wants a meeting in 5 minutes. He goes into his office and turns up the desktop monitor. He has a feeling he'll be sending out emails for important people to check in the morning.

He walks back out to the precinct, where the officers have crowded around a whiteboard. One of them has drawn up a loose timeline of what has been established for far. There's not much. The officers fill him in and he thinks deeply about what all of this means.

Harper West was hiking in the woods between 5 and 7 pm. The officers have cordoned off the general vicinity for now. It's too dark to search effectively. They'll have to wait until morning. The EMTs that treated the girl told them that she mentioned seeing someone before she passed out from exhaustion. She didn't say much else, so there's no way of knowing if she was hiking by herself, though that seems unlikely. So there's also that. They'll have to interview her in the morning. If she did see someone, a forensic or criminal sketch artist might have to be brought in. Charlie couldn't recall when was the last time they brought one in. It was normally very peaceful in Forks, even with the occasional odd thing happening. The officers usually pass such cases up to Charlie, knowing that he'll take care of those types of cases. The people here knew weird events happen but the majority of them refuse to know more than that. They just want to know when it's fine.

Charlie settles back in his office and begins writing out a couple of emails to colleagues of his. Some know, some don't, so he's careful to keep track of what information and questions he's sending to whom.

He paces in his office a while after the emails are sent. There's not much to do. It's dark out, the girl's in the hospital unconscious most likely. Just as he's one ring away from burning a lap onto the carpet from his pacing, the computer emits a low beep, signifying that an email has been received. Charlie looks on in mild surprise before approaching the old machinery. He wasn't really expecting anyone to respond, granted how late it is.

Charlie's eyebrows reach new heights as he looks at the given names in the email. The first one, now that's really interesting. Esme Cullen. He didn't know she was qualified. He rubbed his chin in a thoughtful gesture. That oddly made sense however. Last he heard, she did something with houses. House decor? Architecture? Anyhow, it was art in a way so it made sense.

Forensic artist.

She does happen to be the closest one. He decides to send an email, writing of the circumstances and if she would consider helping them at the station. Or the hospital rather, if the West girl isn't discharged. He cursed mildly at the fact that this happened late at night. The best thing they could do was to close off the area. They took photos with the flash on and collected some preliminary evidence. They'd have to do a more in-depth search come morning.

Charlie glances at the clock in his office and makes the executive decision of going home. He collects his things and waves goodnight at the remaining officers. There are other duties after all. He turns his keys in the ignition and proceeds to drive home. When he parks in the driveway, he can vaguely hear Bella's loud music blasting from her room. Well, he sent her a message that he would be home soon. That way he won't be subjected to baseball bat next to the fridge.

000

The day is late. So late that the stars are only halfway through their eternal game of hide and seek. They twinkle in and out of appearance behind clouds, and trees if one happens to be wandering about in the forest. The forest is dark and it appears as though time moves differently. The nighttime wildlife are roaming about, free as they please. Some hunt, some play. Some sleep and some hide.

There's something roaming about. Something large. The tiny creatures can only attempt to predict its path and they scurry out of the way when they hear it coming. When they feel its steps as tremors in the grassy ground.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

Its path is slow, though it's not due to its large stature. It seems … thoughtful almost. Something has attracted it here, that much as clear. The way it angles its head towards Ouranos, this way and that way, before finally settling its head towards Gaia. Wet black ambles along the moss. It sniffs up its down to a fallen trunk. Claws clumsily jab at it before resuming its previous activity.

Sniffing.

There's so many scents in the air here. It's filled with life. But he's searching for death now. It's a scent he's not particularly keen on getting to know better (he has plenty experience). But … there's something else in the atmosphere. This one is something sweet, too sweet almost.

He knows what it is. He stills, and paws at the dirt in hesitation. The scents will converge either way and he'll get to his point of interest eventually. He just can't decide which one he wants to hunt out first: death or its harbinger.

He settles on the former, though the latter is still on his mind. Despite his decision, he still follows the saccharine scent. It's right there after all. He sniffs his way up another tree. Glistening claws work their way up the trunk. Higher, it's still up higher. The beast lessens its weight against the trunk before pushing against it heavily. The tree is old and the roots are well placed deep, deep in the earth. Still, it's no match for its opponent and down it goes.

If there's only him in the forest, who else will hear it?

The top, it's the top he wants. Up his nose goes, closer and closer to where the scent is thickest. It's cloyingly sweet. He expels air through his nostrils hard, as though something is tickling it. He rubs his snout along the back of his paw, careful not to slice himself with sharp claws.

The trees then. A popular choice of transportation is seems. Still, it seems uneasy. He kicks off from the tree and reorients itself towards its original path, where most of the activities occurred.

It continues to saunter along the nonexistent path, slow but alert. Mindful, taking in the sensory inputs from his surroundings. Some time later it finally reaches where it wants to be, what attracted it here in the first place.

It's here where the saccharine scent converges with the more human scent. Blood too. Something happened here. A meal maybe. There's yellow tape enclosing off the some of the area. It's low enough in comparison to his enormous form that he easily steps over it.

Though there's a lingering scent that stand out amongst the others. Tangy almost, but not in an entirely pleasant way; it's the scent of fear and adrenaline. He finds this one more intriguing than the others and follows it. It leads out and away from the forest. His head bobs up and down from time to time, making sure that the too sweet scent is still following from up above.

Right when he reaches the end of the treeline, an previously undetected scent hits him. It's cold. Crisp and dangerous. It's a disgusting scent. It scales over his nose and he only now realizes that this section of the woods is a cooler somehow. It's not a pleasant scent despite the curtness of it. He's mildly surprised that the scent hasn't faded yet.

His hackles rise as he takes in his surroundings. There's a growl wanting to emerge but he stamps out the urge.

There's nothing here.

Not yet anyways. Supernatural attracts supernatural. He might be the first to come along but he won't be the last. Still, the knowledge that whatever scared off the vampires is still around is disconcerting. And he knows it was scared off. The scent follows the human one along the tree branches before abruptly changing direction. He's assuming the human one continues down the road. But he won't step out into the open road. There's better coverage in the forest for him.

He rears up on his muscled hind legs one more time, nose angled up, just to be sure. He crouches back down when done, his nails nearly reaching the forest floor in this position. Satisfied with his findings, he heads back towards the site. There's just something missing.

A body.

000

A bell rings as a door is pulled open and closes but a second after. Stepping out into the harsh neon lights of the convenience store's signs, Edward adjusts the grocery bags in his hands. He ended up getting way more than he expected. That was fine though. He would just have to sneak the snacks to their respective recipients.

He had gotten a sudden craving for something sweet late in the afternoon. Emmett had fed him a spoon of his ice cream but that was Emmett's favorite, not his.

Someone was bound to have something sweet in the house but he wanted to actually get out of the house and drive to the store. He probably would've been more satisfied if he had walked but that would be mildly suspicious. They usually went grocery shopping every so often for when they need lots things. However, there was a small unspoken rule that small items are bought when needed. Snacks? He's off to the convenience store. Or Alice or Emmett or Esme. Whoever wants to go really, whoever notices what's missing.

And he wanted something sweet. So now he's here. Or was. Now he's outside. Some gossip startles him from his thoughts of what to hunt when he returns home. He sits down on the curb of the sidewalk, untying his shoes and proceeding to tie them, very slowly.

It's some patrol officers, getting ready for their shift. They enter the store as Edward left. He listens in. He focuses in on the thoughts. The words coming out of the rookie's mouth don't quite match what he's thinking. He's agitated, though Edward can tell from the older offier's thoughts that he doesn't seem like it.

It's like playing telephone. Edward is trying to piece together the thoughts. He curses their stream of consciousness. He picking up thoughts of oh no and wow this coffee is good. Really good. He gives up when he hears the tell tale ching of the cash register opening. Or is it closing? Either way he finishes tying his shoe and quickly unlocks his car. He shoves the bags of sweets in the empty seat and backs out of the parking lot.

He makes it home speedily enough. Grocery bag in each hand, he makes it inside the large building. Instantly he notices that his mate isn't here, neither is Carlisle. And he can't pick up any car jargon from Rosalie so she's out as well. To be fair, he had told them to go on without him, that he'd catch up. Plus it's not like there's any particular reason why they need to follow a safety-in-numbers rule.

Or…

Maybe not. As soon as he gets back, heck even when he was driving closer to the house, he started to pick up their thoughts, as though they were whispering secrets in his ears. He doesn't mean to eavesdrop. He really doesn't most of the time. All he receives at the moment is intrigue from Esme. Jasper and Alice are relaxing in the living room. He supposes he'll reach her door when he drops off her sweet. He's got gifts to deliver.

He reaches Jasper and Alice first. To Jasper he bequeaths a box of junior mints. He takes it with a thankful smile while Alice reaches for the bag hanging off of Edward's arm and searches around for her twizzlers, too enraptured by the tv. Following that, he heads to the garage and leaves some peach rings on the counter. He ascends the stairs in quick succession, his knees hitting the bags.

He deposits a box of Nerds on Carlisle's desk and strolls over to Esme's office. His fingers rap against the wood first but he opens the door immediately afterwards. Esme is deeply concentrating on the screen in front of her but notices when he steps inside.

"Hello Edward," she gives him a wide smile, happy to see him, but looks on curiously at the bag in his hand. All the while, he recites the ingredients in the candy he bought. He names them continuously, one after the other. Corn Syrup, sugar, gelatin. Then there's citric acid and sorbitol. Natural and artificial flavors. He really tries his best not to invade their thoughts but it gets tiring very soon. He lessens up and the details of Alice and Jasper's soap opera come to his mind. How the beginning of Esme's email is phrased. He sits down in front of her.

"Here you go Esme," he pulls out the watermelon gummy rings and is content to see her eyes light up in delight.

"Oh, thank you dear." She pinches his cheek and reaches over to ruffle his hair but he skillfully leans back out of the way in his chair. They stare at each other a moment more before Esme gets back to the email she was writing. She's writing it out now but she'll send it in the morning. She stills when Edward stands up.

"I'm going to catch up with the others," he begins, "but … are you going to call a meeting? You are right?"

"Yes, I do believe I will. We do have to keep an eye on things that could affect the humans. It seems like something … odd happened recently."

Satisfied with this answer, Edward leaves Esme to her emails and walks in the direction to his room. He leaves the two boxes of skittles in his room, knowing that Emmett will just come by later. He glances down at his outfit and finds it acceptable to hunt in. He could always just buy some more clothes, if he was particularly attached to his outfit today, should it get ruined.

He exits his room and jogs down the hallway, over to where the door is to the balcony. Once there, he leaps over the balcony's balustrade, palms coming into brief contact with the metal before pushing off of it. He lands on the soft forest floor and takes off in a run towards the scents of his family. He hasn't run too far into the darkened forest when he encounters them and their thoughts.

He witnesses Emmett chasing Rosalie up a tree before he refocuses his attention on a nearby Carlisle when Rosalie continues climbing said tree. She reaches the thicker, more sturdier branches before leaping to another tree's long limbs. Carlisle dodges all of Emmett's attempts to land a winning hit before knocking Emmett off his feet with a low sweeping kick. Emmett plants his palms on the ground before bringing his legs to his head and pumping them forwards in a kip-up.

He stares at Carlisle for a second, contemplating his next move. Edward glances up towards Rosalie and she's watching him carefully, wondering what he'll do. She was planning on jumping from the tree and onto Emmett when he would go for Carlisle again. Easily, Edward thwarts this by instead leaping onto Emmett's back and wrapping his arms and legs round him, like a ginger koala. Emmett buckles slightly under the unexpected weight but places his arms under his mate's thighs to better secure him.

"Tag," Edward cheerfully exclaims as he waits for his mate to turn. Emmett twists his head around to face Edward and puckers up his lips in an exaggerated manner. Edward delivers a quick peck on his cheek before being released and drops down.

"Ah, young love," Carlisle sighs dramatically to Rosalie, who smoothly lands from her drop to the forest floor. She rolls her eyes but she does agree somewhat with his comment.

"Looks like we've scared off the game," she thoughtfully states.

"That's fine, we would've had to hunt deeper into the woods anyways." And off they go, deeper into the forest where food is abundant. It's some time later, when they have yet to encounter any creatures that Rosalie slows and thinks about voicing her concern when Edward beats her to it, "Carlisle."

She throws a mild glare at him, but it's evident that Carlisle was having similar thoughts.

"It's strange…" his hand covers his mouth in quiet contemplation, "all the animals were scared away. I doubt they heard us this far away."

Carlisle stands up from his crouch on the ground He gives them a shrug and they disperse in their own curious directions. Rosalie looks up at the trees and wonders about them. Emmett lets go of Edward's hand and playfully shoves him in the opposite direction of where he's planning to go. They carefully search for anything amiss around the vicinity.

Minutes pass by.

For once, Emmett is careful to make as little noise as possible. Which isn't too hard, really, when the forest's soft floor muffles his footsteps most effectively. But he is vigilant not to step on branches or scuff his shoes on rocks. His eyesight is just as effective in the dark as in the light, and he appears to wander aimlessly among the scenery.

All of this seemingly slow meandering comes to a stop when he spots something up ahead. He stills and crouches down next to a fallen tree to conceal himself as he keeps an eye on the unknown subject. It's big, he can tell that much. He just can't tell what it is though. Despite his vision, the thing is made up of a dark color that blends in with both the night sky and the darkened tree trunks.

He backs away slowly, intent on finding the others. He finds Rosalie first but he's not too keen on making noise, and she's too high up to see his efforts at getting her attention. He drops to his knees and frantically searches the ground for a pebble. He finds it and positions it between his middle finger and thumb. He takes careful aim and flicks it.

It hits his target in the back of her head and he can already hear an emerging growl. She catches the small rock before it falls out of her hair and onto the floor. She turns to face the culprit with a glare and readies herself to jump. Upon seeing Emmett's hand motioning her down urgently, her anger lessens slightly.

She makes her way down, but once she's there, Emmett's gone. She spots him scurrying along to find the others. She rolls her eyes but follows after him in the same quiet manner. Eventually Edward arrives with Carlisle in tow. He must've heard his mate's thoughts. She has the brief thought about whether or not Carlisle knows what's going on. Irritated, she stares Edward down with a deep frown, "What is it?"

"Emmett said he saw something big in the forest, thatta way," he points in the general direction that Emmett must've come from. "It's quite possible it's another supernatural being, so we might as well check it out. Can't let it get too close to the humans."

You're starting to sound like Carlisle.

The copper haired boy sticks his tongue out at her unspoken comment.

"Well, Emmett? Lead the way," comes her resigned voice. This was supposed to be a normal hunt…

This time, purposeful is the word used to describe the way they reach their newfound destination. There's nothing careless about it; they walk slowly but determined. Once they get close enough, they split into two groups, Edward with Emmett and Carlisle with Rosalie. They head in differing directions as they near their target.

Emmett nudges Edward to get his attention. At Edward's inquiring look, Emmett taps his finger on his head, the question clear on his mind. His mate turns to observe the hulking figure and shakes his head in a definitive no.

Edward can't read its thoughts. All he gets is static with the occasional … feeling or word coming through. He continues to focus and manages a flash of the forest floor through its eyes but nothing else. He gets closer, intent on identifying the hunched somewhat bipedal creature when the thunder of a branch breaking underfoot reaches his ears. He whips his head around to make contact with Emmett's large guilty eyes.

In an instant, the creature's shuffles stop and the silence is deadly. Nostrils flare and expel air sharply, as though displeased. There's a resulting growl that builds in volume. Edward makes eye contact with the other two vampires and nods. It quiets down for a second before the growl is replaced by the sound of furiously retreating footfalls.

"Wha…"

Baffled by the sudden retreat, they run after it. Surprisingly, they aren't making any headway. The split second start it had and the distance it covered stayed more or less the same as they run after it. It veers sharply to the left, and Edward narrowly avoids a collision with a tree. Despite the occasional sudden turns, it still heads in what seems to be the same direction. There are just as many left turns as there are right swerves. The trees start to thin out as they near the curve of a serpentine road. Edward hesitates for half a second before pushing further to try to make up for it.

It runs across the long winding road, beams of moonlight falling on its coal black coat and finally illuminating its monstrous figure. Eyes practically popping out of his sockets and thoughts racing, Edward takes it all in, committing it to memory. He barely registers his coven behind him.

It crosses the road in three long strides of its oversized paws, the third of which it uses to propel itself further into the opposing woods with an extra push in his hind legs. He's sure they saw the mighty thing before it jumped, if Emmett's whoa! was anything to go by.

They follow after it, thankful that there were no cars along the road to witness this. The woods thicken before they thin out once again and Edward briefly wonders if there'll be another road to traverse before his geographical sense of location kicks in.

"Wait, that's a residential area! Shit!"

With that in mind, he pushes his legs to run faster than he can ever remember doing. He can see the wolf in front of him, albeit at a distance. In the camouflaging darkness, it simply looks like a shadow. And then it disappears as it breaks through the treeline. A few moments later, Edward breaks through the treeline. And he stops immediately.

There's nothing. No trace of it.

That's impossible. He's incredulous and it shows clearly on his face. He can see houses and houses ahead of him. Seeing as they're close to the forest, the houses are spread out moderately apart. The house closest to him is small and white. He jogs in one direction to see if perhaps the wolf is hiding on the other side of the houses. It's not. All he sees are some parked vehicles of this house and all the other houses.

Emmett runs up and places a hand on his shoulder as he slows down. "What the hell, did it just disappear?"

He hears Rosalie and Carlisle somewhere behind him and he turns to face them. They're at a loss as well. They head back within the cover of the trees. The coven heads back to where they originally found it sniffing around, hoping to catch some sort of scent. Oddly enough, there's no scent to be found. Rosalie was sure there was one when they first flew past it. Although adding to the mystery, that does explain why they didn't notice it at first. Nothing seemed amiss. They head back to their house, resolving to hunt another day. When the beginnings of their mansion comes into view, they spot the tiny figure of Alice and the others waiting outside for them.

There's plenty to discuss, and all the while, Edward still swears the thing was bipedal when he first spotted it.

000

Bella is still up late in the night when she hears a loud thump coming from down the hall. Charlie had come in a while ago and in response, Bella had significantly lowered the volume of the music playing in her room. She'd been reading a book in an attempt to wind down and get ready for bed, though she felt no sleepier than she did an hour ago.

Curious, she calls out to her father, "You good, dad?" She gets an answer after a few heartbeats.

"Yeah, Bella. I'm fine … just fell." Charlie is kicking around his leg, trying to get untangled from his sheets on the floor. He sighs, before crawling back up his bed and taking care of the issue there.

She snorts at his embarrassed response. She turns off her music, and places a bookmark in her book. If he's in bed, she should be too. She gets ready to stare at the ceiling for the remainder of the night until either the Sandman or Morpheus whisks her off to sleep.

At least tomorrow's Sunday.

000

This chapter should be a real treat. Lemme hear the theories! I think it came to me in a daydream and it was very fun to write. I'll have to think of the next plot point/thing to write about... Thanks to all those who commented, favorited and followed! See ya when the next plot bunny comes around. Pretty sure I edited most of my notes/mistakes out but lmk if I didn't.