Of course there had to be a ghost attack on the last day of school. Did they track Danny's schedule for the sole purpose of trying to ruin their lives? Sam wouldn't have doubted it. The trio had stopped walking when she'd asked Danny how he'd gotten her parents to agree to her going with his family for the summer, though she'd suspected she already knew the answer.

She hated when he did the whole possession thing. She'd asked him time and again not too. For him it was different, he got to be inside, controlling their movements and what they said. But from the outside it was utterly horrifying.

The moment he took over someone, their body became clammy, the life literally draining from their beings. Their bodies twitched in unnatural ways, limbs jerking and flailing. Their eyes glowed an unnerving shade while at the same time being completely glazed over. The halted way their words were forced out, like the body was choking on each syllable they were forced to utter.

She might disagree with her parents on most things, but that didn't mean she wanted them to go through such a horrific ordeal. And the after effects were almost as bad, like a screwed up sort of déjà vu. They had a vague recollection of speaking and what was said, but their bodies were heavy and their souls felt drained.

Danny had never stayed longer than a few minutes inside a body before, and at the very least Sam was grateful for that. If he crushed a soul for too long, how much damage would be done when he finally left? Would the person recover, or would they be an empty husk with vacant eyes the rest of their lives?

It made her shudder to even think about, so how could the boys be so nonchalant about it all?

But in the time he had taken to think about how to answer, all hell had broken loose. The horizon had shifted from its sunny afternoon to a disturbing obsidian hue and a chill sent shivers running down the girl's spine as she hugged her book closer, tugging off her backpack and shoving it inside.

As she pulled her bag back over her shoulders, Tucker grabbed ahold of her arm tightly, dragging her away. No, not away. Up. And unfortunately, that wasn't Tucker. Looking up, Sam bit back a scream, staring at the glowing form of a bat. Its open maw dripped ectoplasm from its fangs and where its eyes should have been were instead nothing but a void, empty sockets brimming with ghostly blood.

"Danny!"

She screamed, her hands looking for something to grab onto, anything to fight with. She could see Tucker below her, being carried up into the darkened sky just as she was.

"Danny!"

She screamed again, spotting a flash of light below them, a sure sign of Danny's transformation. The bats let out an eerie screech to one another as the girl grimaced against the piercing noise. Turning her head to look around, Sam spotted the owner of the bats, and fear began gnawing away inside of her.

Lydia. She hovered in the middle of the sky, her arms outstretched as a swirling mass of energy danced around her, pure red hues catching the girl's frightful stare as a sickening smile crawled onto her lips.

With a flourish of her hands, the wave of energy shot out in all directions to wreak havoc on everything it touched. Smoke drifted to the sky from trees set alight, the sound of windows shattering was accompanied by hysterical screams, and if she tried, Sam could just hear the sound of sirens in the distance.

Lydia lifted her arms again, the tattoos that decorated her body pulled away one by one, pieces of her flesh ripping free to become their own sentient beings. Strange and disturbing creatures, varying from mutant birds to deadly scorpions, take on a life of their own to target students of their school in a sadistic chase.

"Sam, you alright?"

Tucker's voice called out, his hands wrapped tightly around the straps of his backpack where a second bat had latched onto him.

"I'm fine! I think.." She muttered, looking back up at the ghost hovering in the air, small droplets of blood trickling down her arm from the claws digging into her skin. "Remind me again why we hang out with a kid who has ghostly enemies?"

She loved being Danny's friend, and it was incredibly cool that he had the powers he did. But when her and Tucker were constantly kidnapped, tricked, and put in the line of fire, it got kind of old.

"Because you have a crush on him?"

Tucker responded immediately, looking up at her as she glared in his direction. She hated sometimes that he was more observant than Danny was. And if someone like Tucker could figure it out, it spoke volumes of just how dense Danny truly was.

She hated that about him. He constantly gushed about Paulina, about how perfect she was and how he wanted to date her, and she was as shallow as they could possibly come. Did he really just have no standards? And then there was Valerie. His literal enemy, someone who tried to hunt and kill his ghost half on a daily basis, and he wanted to date her?

She didn't know if she was more offended or relieved at this point. If he was willing to date such girls, did she really want to date him? The answer was yes. Of course it was yes. She had liked him for ages now it felt like, but he didn't seem able to see it. Though maybe that was the best thing for right now.

"Get away!"

A high pitched scream attracted the two's attention as the bats hovered near the school, Sam's eyes scanning the ground as Tucker pointed towards a corner of the building.

"There!"

Paulina was curled up in a corner, her petrified eyes wide as she waved uselessly at the ghostly tattoos trying to attack her.

"Go away! I'm too pretty to die!"

She cried, a mutated bird shrieking at her as oily colored blood dripped from its tongue and its bulging eyes sent streams of ectoplasm dripping from its face down onto the girl's shoes. In seconds Danny is racing to the girl's aide, Sam's gaze trained on him as the boy shot out several ectoblasts, dissipating the ghoulish creatures easily.

"Thank you, Ghost Boy, I love you!"

Paulina called out after him while waving her hands, and even from their height Sam could see the dorky smile Danny wore.

"How come he always gets the girls?"

Tucker commented, crossing his arms over his chest and looking up at Sam.

"Being half dead is super attractive now, haven't you heard?

She scoffed, feeling the bats suddenly beginning to rise higher into the air.

"Where are you taking us?"

Tucker demanded, swatting up at the creatures.

"Have you ever known them to respond?"

Sam shouted, fear gripping her chest as she cupped her hands around her mouth, the claws digging deeper into her arm.

"Danny!"

She yelled again, catching the attention of the white haired boy. His brow was creased, worry written across his features as another scream forced his gaze away.

"You don't think they'll actually kill us, do you?" Tucker asked, wide teal eyes staring up at Sam as they flew through the air and away from the school. "I mean, we're great hostages! We're knowledgeable, and funny!"

"You only need one hostage, Tucker."

She said quietly, biting back a groan as the ghost shifted its hold on her arm.

"Right.. You kinda suck at the reassurance thing you know?"

"I'm a bit preoccupied!"

She grumbled, reaching into her pockets to look for something to use to hit the bats with.

"Sam!"

Jerking her head up, she followed Tuckers waving hand as another blast lit up the darkened sky and Lydia soared past them, a hand wrapped tightly around her side. Despite the way she attempted to cover it, Sam could see the chunk taken out of her radiating skin, a sure sign Danny's attack had struck as intended. Ectoplasm oozed past her fingertips, leaving a trail dripping behind as the bats picked up their speed to follow after their owner.

"Hold on!"

Sam hollered, her hand reaching up and grabbing tightly to the claws latched onto her.

"To what?"

Tucker shrieked behind her. Yeah, they made great hostages. Wind ripped past her face, as she tightened her hold on the bats leg. It kicked furiously at her, its claws striking at her head in an attempt to make her let go and instead catching her hair tie and wrenching it free.

She struggled to keep hold until seconds later the bat let go altogether and she was falling, a scream leaving her lips as Tucker's sounded off as well. Before they could hit the ground, the ghosts were beneath them, catching them with their wings and wrapping around their bodies, sending the two into a heap on the ground with their arms wrapped tightly behind their back and completely useless.

"Well, well, enjoying your summer, yet?"

Sitting up, Sam blew the messy strands of hair out of her face with an annoyed puff while violet hues landed on the small, ghoulish man that stood before them with a taunting smile.

"Freakshow."

She spit, pushing herself to her knees.

"In the anemic flesh." He crooned, his arms out at his sides as her line of sight drifted to the strange sleeve of metal he wore. "Do you like it?" He asked, holding his arm out to her as a dark gleam passed through his eyes. "It's the Reality Gauntlet, my newest toy."

"Like I care."

She shot back as Tucker sat up beside her, a dazed expression on his face.

"Oh, you'll care."

The man promised, lips the color of blood curling over in a snarl as he turned away. Sam cranes her neck, scanning the tracks that lay on the outskirts of town.

"Wanting a more private defeat?"

She called out, catching Tucker's wide eyed gaze. He knew how much Freakshow, well, freaked her out. Ever since she'd seen Danny being controlled like that, she had never wanted to talk about him again, let alone think about him. But she needed to buy time until Danny showed up, distract him from whatever it was he was planning and maybe even give Danny the element of surprise.

"You're quite a mouthy little brat, aren't you?" He growled, walking closer to the tied up girl, a malicious sneer shot right at her. "But don't worry, I know just how to shut you up."

Raising his hand, Sam leaned away, her shoulder pressing against Tucker's as an ectoblast shot past her and sent Freakshow flying back, crashing into the ground.

"Back off, Freakshow!"

Looking up, Sam let out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. At least he managed to show up on time for some things. Pulling himself back to his feet and brushing off his coat, the red eyed imp glared up at the ghost boy.

"You remembered me, how flattering." He smiled, his fists clenching as he rolled his head slowly, letting his gaze drift past the two captured teens before returning to Danny, his body suddenly seeming jittery. "I certainly remembered you. All those nights, bound and locked up, like I was nothing more than an animal!"

What semblance of calm the man had possessed previously was entirely gone now, spittle flying from his mouth as he screamed the words.

"Geez, how inconvenient to be forced into something you don't want. Oh wait, I know just what that's like!"

Danny fired back, obviously still miffed over their last encounter.

"Enough of this!"

Freakshow barked, lifting his hand as a red gem shined brightly from his gauntlet. A burst of energy shot from his hand as Danny flew higher to dodge the attack, looking down at the chained fence below him that instead took the blast. It shuddered and quaked, an eerie crimson glow surrounding each link and every post as it ripped free from the ground.

"What?"

Danny gaped, attempting to fly higher as one side shot up and wrapped around his ankle, dragging the halfa back to the ground. Sam could only watch as the fence wrapped tightly around him in a matter of seconds, a cry of pain ripped from his lungs as it crashed to the ground with the boy in tow. Struggling against her bindings, Sam tried to get to him only to have herself drug back to the ground, the ghostly confines suddenly a heavy weight against her small frame.

"What do you think? Is it too flashy?" Freakshow grinned, a purely ecstatic expression on his face as he watched the halfa strain against the lively fence. "The Reality Gauntlet is even more powerful now that I have unlocked the power of the gem of form!"

He cackled, a bright golden glow radiating from the gauntlet as he thrust his arm towards two large oil trucks, the vehicles shuddering and clanging noisily. The trio looked on as the trucks rose in the air, the axels breaking free and the tires rotating, clashing together and forming two massive robots, each with torn metal fangs protruding from large gaping mouths as their eyes gleamed a murky yellow.

Sam's entire body felt frozen, staring in horror at the creation that had just been built in front of her eyes. She shifted her gaze to Danny, her heart wrenching at the petrified gaze in his glowing green hues.

He began struggling harder against his makeshift prison, Tucker and Sam doing the same as a crow let out an angry sounding squawk above them.

As it made its way through the sky, the dark colored bird cawed again, flying straight between the two machines, neither of which budged a single inch. The ghastly man seemed confused, staring down at the gauntlet in a curious manner. Sam turned back toward Danny, smiling when she saw him finally break free from the fence.

His suit was torn in multiple places, green ectoplasm dripping from the various lacerations marring his skin. Most were small, barely even noticeable from where he hovered. But across his stomach was a large gash, the flesh ripped open and allowing the glowing blood to drip down his sides.

The boy grabbed ahold of his shoulder, tending another deeper cut as he launched himself up, hovering right next to one of the machines. Reaching a white gloved hand out, he knocked twice on the nearest machines head, a dull echo inside rippling through its frame

"What's it gonna do, rust on me?"

He mocked, a smug grin on his face as he sent a reassuring look his friend's way. Freakshow grimaced, clenching his fists tightly and thrusting his arm out once again, another burst of energy striking the machines, casting a red glow over them as they began grinding loudly. Danny let out a yelp, failing to move away in time.

The first machine swatted at him, catching his leg easily and ripping the suit further while knocking him off balance, the second machine lunging out and catching the edge of Danny's suit in its shredded teeth.

"Whoa!"

Danny's yell penetrated the air, his body swinging back and forth as the creature shook its large head, metal on metal scraping together. With a final swing, it released Danny from its grasp, sending the ghost boy hurtling to the ground. Sam and Tucker winced as he crashed, his body sliding several feet before stopping in an unmoving heap. Panic set in as Sam tried to lean closer only to have the bat screech a warning in her ear.

"Well that's odd," Freakshow murmured, looking at his gauntlet in confusion. "It appears I must work on things, I specifically told them to eat you." He stated, his head tilting a fraction as he studied his device. "No matter, I suppose it worked all the same."

Dropping his hand, he began marching towards Danny who was sitting up slowly, his face covered in cuts that made his skin appear to glow from the neon blood.

"Freeze, freaks!"

A booming voice commanded, all attention being forced onto a jeep speeding down the road in their direction. Two men adorned in white suits made their way towards Freakshow and Danny, and Sam swallowed the urge to shout out to them. Of course the Guys In White had to show up. Wasn't Freakshow in their custody originally? Lot of good they were.

"Freeze? Well, if you say so!"

Freakshow cackled, thrusting his arm up towards the sky, the form gem activating once more as a cloud began to grow larger above them.

"Man, I hate the snow."

Tucker grumbled, staring up at the sky warily as Sam looked towards Danny.

"I think that's the least of our troubles, look!"

Danny was sitting on his knees, his body wavering as blood dripped from his mouth and down the nape of his neck, a patch of green ectoplasm staining a portion of his snow colored hair.

"Ah, man, Danny doesn't look too good."

Tucker frowned, struggling again as the air grew chilled. The cloud expanded rapidly, pieces of it extending outwards and creating curled appendages. Coal black eyes formed at the front of the cloud as a frigid wind swept through the area.

"We've gotta help him, Tucker!"

"How? We can't even help ourselves!"

Their words are drowned out as the frozen mass of snow shaped suspiciously like Frosty fell to the earth, immediately burying not only the Guys In White, but the two monstrosities Freakshow had created earlier.

"Now then, where were we?" Striding back over to the ghost boy, Freakshow yanked him up, a pale hand wrapped tightly around the front of his ragged suit. "I am going to ruin your life, just like you ruined mine."

He hissed, pulling his arm back to strike the boy.

"Yeah? I'd like to see you try." Pushing his hand up, an ectoplasmic shot fired into Freakshow's chest, sending him careening off as Danny pushed himself up, staggering as he did. "You guys okay?"

He called out, head swiveling to find them.

"Never better." Tucker remarked dryly, trying to move away from the snow inch by inch. "Should've worn a coat today.."

"Danny, watch out!"

Sam shouted as Lydia flew towards the boy, her hand outstretched and summoning a snake from off her leg. It pulled itself away with another portion of her flesh and began to grow in size, and Sam could visibly see Danny's shoulders slouch. He had to be exhausted at this point, but when would it all end? Another blast of ectoplasm sent the snake reeling backwards as the boy folded his arms over his chest.

"That the best you got?"

He taunted the ghost woman, blood red orbs narrowing.

"Lydia!" Freakshow commanded, thrusting his gauntlet forwards as a train car screeched along the tracks towards them. "It seems that I need a bigger audience for what's to come." He proclaimed, jumping up onto the platform with Lydia close behind. Giving a turn of her hand, the bats released the two teenagers and began shrinking down, returning to their place on the woman's thighs. "I'll see you soon, ghost child."

He warned, his hands clamping over the railing and allowing a wave of scarlet energy to surround the train as it raced off down the tracks.

"I'll be waiting!"

Danny called after him, a scowl carved into his face as Sam and Tucker approached him.

"Shouldn't we go after him?"

Tucker questioned, his arms wrapped tightly around himself to fend off the cold. Danny looked over at the mountain of snow where the two government men were in the process of digging themselves free and only shook his head.

"Let the jerksicles handle him, I'm on vacation."

"But-"

"Vacation, Tuck."

He repeated firmly, his tone laced with exhaustion. Walking closer to his two friends, the boy wrapped an arm around each of their waists and held onto them tightly. Sam felt her feet leaving the ground and let her gaze shift to the halfa as he began flying them home.

He watched the skies above them intently, the light slowly beginning to filter back into the world now that Lydia's influence was gone. He looked solemn, with green blood drying against his cheek.

Biting down on her lip, the girl remained silent as the threat Freakshow made weighed heavily in her mind.

In a matter of minutes he is turning the three of them intangible, slipping through the roof of the Manson home and depositing all of them in her bedroom. As soon as their feet hit the floor, Danny's hands fell away, the boy's body collapsing to the ground as he transformed, shuddering forward and sinking his fingers into her carpet.

"Danny!"

Sam's at his side in a moment, her hands grasping his shoulders and holding him up, concerned violet hues looking him over.

"Tucker-"

"First aid kit, on it."

He's calling from her bathroom, returning a moment later with a large white box in his hands.

"I'm alright, Sam."

Danny muttered, weary blue eyes smiling at her in a way that makes her heart beat just a little bit faster in her chest.

"You're not fine; you're bleeding all over my bedroom. And believe me when I say red does not go with my color scheme."

"Sorry."

He mumbled, sitting up carefully as Tucker sank down beside the two of them.

"Man, you took a beating today."

"Why is he back? Can't one of the multiple ghost hunters we have in this town actually do their job correctly for once?"

Sam grumbled, trying to decide what to take care of first. There was barely any skin on Danny that wasn't covered in either blood or dirt, and trying to figure out the worst ones was a challenge she hadn't expected. Shifting where he sat, Danny grasped at the edge of his shirt, pulling it up to give them access to the gaping wound cutting across his stomach.

"I just want to forget about ghosts for right now. As soon as we're on the road, they're somebody else's problem for a while."

He grumbled, wincing as he leaned back to let them help. Grabbing a cloth and dumping water over it, Sam shifted forwards, cleaning away the mixture of blood, dirt, and ectoplasm along his abdomen, keeping her eyes focused on a job she was all too familiar with.

"You're not worried about leaving even a little?"

"Sam, I haven't had a break in ages. Hell, I can't even remember the last full night of sleep I got."

He complained, the quiet curse making her look up. He'd pushed back against the footboard of her bed, his head leaned back and his eyes closed tightly, trying to remain still through the pain.

"Guess that's true, they seem to be giving you a harder time recently."

Tucker agreed, cleaning the blood away from the cut on his shoulder. Digging around for a pad of gauze, Sam debated her next statement.

"You've been taking too many risks, too." Sam finally mused quietly, placing a section of the material over the cut and taping it down. When he doesn't respond right away, she looked up to find Danny staring at her with his eyes half lidded. "What? I just think you take too many risks. Sometimes you get cocky and sort of.."

"Make them angrier."

Tucker chimed in, wrapping the cut on the boys arm with perfect precision. They'd both learned quite a lot about first aide over the past year, and with as many times as Danny was injured, at least he bounced back quickly.

"I do not!"

The boy sputtered defensively, moving to sit up and stifling a groan.

"Danny, look at yourself! Those bruises? They're too old to be just from Freakshow."

"What are you saying?"

He demanded, shrugging them off with a scowl.

"I just think you could stand to be a little more careful."

She stated, folding her arms over her chest and glaring at him.

"You sound like Jazz." He spit out, turning his head away and grabbing the roll of gauze from the box. "Thanks for the help."

Standing up and stalking stiffly to her bathroom, he refused to look at either one of them as he closed the door with a sharp 'click'.

"Why is he so stubborn?"

Sam groaned, falling back onto her floor with a heavy sigh.

"Wouldn't you be too? You know how hard he's been working lately, maybe he acts a little reckless sometimes, but I don't really blame him."

Tucker said slowly, staring at her with a pointed gaze.

"I don't want you to be reasonable right now."

"You really gonna make me be the one to go talk to him?"

He asked, arching a brow at her as she finally sat up, shooting him a dirty look.

"Shut up."

She muttered, pushing herself up and marching toward the bathroom, her carpet masking the heavy stomps of her combat boots. She doesn't bother knocking, instead pushing open the door and slipping inside.

Danny stood in front of the mirror, his shirt hanging over the side of the sink beside him as he tried wrapping the gauze around his chest, his breath shuddering with each movement. Sam stared for a moment, blinking quickly before walking closer.

"Stop. Let me."

She murmured, her hands easing the roll from his. He refused to look at her, instead taking a sudden interest in the tiled floor of her bathroom as she leaned closer, her forehead nearly touching his chest.

"You lost your hair tie."

He observed, his head moving to look behind her as she shrugged lightly.

"Yeah, it came out when those bat things were carrying us."

Holding the end of the gauze, she secured it firmly and checked over her work.

"I never see your hair all the way down, it looks good." He spoke, shifting to lean back against the sink as Sam pulled away, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall. "I'm sorry.."

He finally apologized, his eyes flickering to hers before drifting down again.

"You do what you have to do, I know." She couldn't stand staring at his guilty expression. "Is your head still bleeding?"

Looking up, Danny's hand flew to his head, brushing through his hair and wincing, pulling his fingers away and staring at them dotted with the strange mixture of his blood.

"I hadn't even noticed."

He smiled sheepishly as Sam motioned toward the edge of her tub.

"Sit there."

She instructed, rooting through her drawers for another towel. Running it under warm water, she walked closer and hovered over him, turning his head to get a better look.

"When do you think Freakshow will show up again?"

He questioned, trying to change the subject as she worked, her fingers pushing his hair aside gently to find the cut.

"Not sure. He said a bigger audience, but who knows what he meant by that?"

"Leave it to him to attack on the last day of school. Why couldn't he have attacked earlier in the day? Could've gotten me out of class."

The boy pouted as Sam smirked, finding the injured area and beginning to clean it, feeling him jerk briefly at the touch.

"Because ghosts aren't that considerate. Besides, you're telling me you would've missed the crazy mess at lunch?"

That got him to laugh, the tension easing from his body as she propped her knee beside him on the lip of the tub, leaning closer to work.

"No, that was pretty great. Any clue who might've done it?"

"Hmm, someone who hates cheerleaders, has access to both super glue, and their pompoms, and has the mind of an evil genius."

A devious grin broke out on the girls face as Danny turned, wide eyes staring at her in awe.

"Did you really?"

"No!" She laughed, forcing his head back around. "But I almost wish I had. Their faces when it was all just one big lump? That was great."

"You never wanted to be a cheerleader?"

He teased, turning to look at her once again as she shot him a death glare.

"Utter those words in my home again and you won't have to worry about Freakshow."

"What if they wore all black, and instead of cheers, they recited deep poetry?"

"You're hilarious, Danny."

She rolled her eyes, pulling away and grabbing his shirt, throwing it at his face. The boy caught it easily, sitting up a little straighter, already looking better than when they'd first gotten to her home.

"Thanks for patching me up."

"What are friends for?"

She shrugged, watching as he tugged the shirt on, the fabric ruffling his hair and making it more of a mess than it already was. Turning around and cleaning the blood from her hands, she felt his fingers drifting over her arm as a shudder ran through her, violet eyes looking up at where Danny stood close to her. He leaned his head down, eyes squinting at her arm as she felt his hair brush up against her skin.

"Uh, Danny? Are you okay?"

"You're bleeding."

"What?" Jerking her arm away, she looked down at the puncture wounds the ghost bat had left on her skin, dried blood around the edges having gone unnoticed in the commotion. "It's nothing, I'm fine." She promised, catching his worried and guilt fueled gaze still staring. She knew he hated when they were hurt, and he always blamed himself, something she hated. "Earth to Danny, hey, I said I was fine."

She reassured him, grabbing his wrist and tugging him to the door. Walking out of the bathroom, Sam spotted Tucker on her computer, a game pulled up on the screen as he heard them walk out and glanced over his shoulder.

"Everything good?"

"Who said you could get on my computer?"

She frowned as Danny laughed.

"As good as it can get."

Danny quipped, falling onto Sam's bed with a sigh, though she could still feel his eyes on her. Normally she wouldn't mind but this was different, she didn't want him feeling guilty over something he couldn't control.

"Do you guys realize that in twenty four hours, we're going to be on the road?"

He asked, turning his head as his hands rested carefully over his stomach.

"In a cramped van decked out with crazy ghost hunting equipment with your folks and Jazz."

Tucker reminded him, pausing the game and swiveling in Sam's chair.

"That's a definite downside."

Sam grimaced, sitting on the edge of her bed as the boys grinned at one another.

"Yeah, but think about the late nights and the relaxation."

Danny sighed.

"Traveling the country."

Tucker added, both boys looking at Sam as she rolled her eyes, falling back onto the bed herself and pumping her fists in the air.

"And Gothapalooza!"

A/N

Okay, in all honesty, this chapter was supposed to end way differently.. Drama and angst and some other stuff.. And then the bathroom scene happened and I accidently wrote a ton of fluff and here we are. I got kinda carried away so I hope I still managed to stay in character with them. We'll have a more dramatic chapter next time, I promise.

Everyone's reviews have been so kind and I love you all for them. It means the absolute world knowing you guys are loving the story this much. I am always open to suggestions and ideas, as well as any advice you want to share. Hope you guys enjoy this one!