The first light of predawn had only just started to filter into the room when Elnor awakened. His eyes blinked open, and when he realized Naseema was still next to him, he looked up at her. She was still unaware he was awake. She had her knees drawn up and was scrolling through a padd in her lap with one hand while her other arm was draped around his head, her hand resting on his back. A happy smile spread across his face, and he snaked his arm around her waist to hug her. She smiled back without moving her eyes from the padd and tickled the peak of his ear.

"You stayed!" he said with pleased surprise.

"Of course I did," she replied. "Did you sleep well?

"Yes, I think so," he nodded and pushed himself into a sitting position. "What time is it?"

"Very nearly six," she told him. "Are you hungry?"

"A little, yes, but I left my clothes in the other room," he replied.

"I had Jagger collect them for you. They are over there on the chair."

He looked over to where she indicated and saw his things. "Jagger was here last night?" he asked with a hint of worry. "Does he know I was here too?"

"He does, yes," she admitted. "It was not a recreational visit. I asked him to come because we needed to discuss what happened."

"So, he knows everything?" he asked and tugged the sheets tighter against himself.

"He knows only what he needs to know," she gently explained. "That Salome attacked you in your bed last night. No details were discussed, nor will they be unless you decide to divulge them yourself." She placed the padd on the nightstand and sat up. "I know this is very demoralizing for you, and I am so sorry for that, Elnor, but you must understand that what she did to you is a serious crime. On Earth and most other civilized worlds as well, it would be called attempted rape, and it is not something we can ignore. Her actions have proven that she has become a risk to everyone who lives here and everyone who might visit in the future. There must be consequences."

He looked down at his lap and shifted his legs. "Will I have to do anything?"

"No, not unless you want to tell her how she made you feel. There will only be the senior members of our community involved, and nobody else needs to know," she said.

He brought his eyes up to meet her gaze, and the strength and sympathy he found there helped his courage resurface. "I understand."

She reached over and pulled him into a comforting hug. "I know this is so hard for you, but I am here for you, and Jagger is here for you, and everyone is on your side. The bad feelings you have right now are temporary. You are so strong and so brave. Please do not let Salome take your confidence from you." He took a deep breath, wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly.

He could do this. He needed to do this.

He collected his clothes from the chair and went into the bathroom to get dressed. He rinsed his face with cold water, fixed his hair, and when he emerged, Naseema had already changed her clothes and was ready to leave. They made their way down to the cantina and found it mostly deserted except for Simon, Jagger, and Rios who was seated with his book at the table across from Jagger, coffee cups in front of each of them. Naseema poured herself a cup as well, and Elnor used the replicator to fix himself a bowl of oatmeal before sitting next to Rios. The handsome Spaniard nodded a good morning greeting to the young Romulan as the three Feeonix exchanged glances.

"Is Mr. Rios aware of what has transpired?" Naseema silently asked the other two men.

"Nope," they both replied.

"Where are Javier, Aronnox, and Juliet?"

"In the other room," Simon told her. "We should do this before anyone else wakes up and wanders in."

"Agreed."

Naseema walked by Elnor on her way out of the room and leaned in towards his ear. "I will be in the other room if you need me," she told him before she followed Simon and Jagger out the door.

Rios looked over at him and raised a curious eyebrow but didn't ask about the exchange. "They all seem to be in a pretty serious mood this morning," he commented. "I wonder if something's up." Elnor shrugged and continued to eat his cereal. Rios leaned back against his chair and looked at his young friend. "You two spend a lot of time together. Is there anything going on there?" he casually asked.

"No," Elnor replied as he shook his head and shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"I didn't mean to pry," Rios said. "She just seems to be really into you, and I was a little curious."

"I'm not interested in her that way," Elnor insisted, but he didn't sound nearly as confident as he hoped he did.

"Good morning, sunshine," Salome said to the young Romulan. Her abrupt appearance made him jump and slosh some of his breakfast on the table. She leaned close to him and put on a display of smelling his hair that made his skin crawl. He jerked away from her and eyed her anxiously as she moved around the table to sit across from him. She reached her hand out and tried to take his, but he wrapped it around his bowl and pulled both toward himself, away from her grasp. She thunked back in her seat and folded her arms across her chest while Rios silently looked on with an expression of both curiosity and concern. Elnor kept his eyes down and refused to look at her even as she adjusted her position to lean on the table. She stretched her arms out and folded her hands together.

"You ran away so suddenly last night," she said with a reptilian smirk. "Who did you run to? I thought we were having fun, and then you just up and left, leaving me all hot and bothered." She glanced at Rios to make sure he was still paying attention, and he was now looking back and forth between the two suspiciously.

Maybe he was right after all, and something was going on. He just had the wrong Feeonix in mind.

"I wasn't having fun," Elnor muttered.

"That's because you don't know how," Salome said. "You should have let me teach you, but I guess you'd rather learn from somebody else." Elnor did his best to ignore her and continued eating but found the warm, sticky porridge was no longer doing anything for him. The knot in his stomach was taking over.

"So, are you ready to tell me who you were dreaming about last night?" she purred, and her embarrassing question finally got Elnor's attention. He looked up at her, his face full of hurt and humiliation, but he remained silent, unable to think of anything to say that would make her leave.

By this point, Rios' internal alarms were going off. "What the hell is going on here?" he finally asked and waved his finger at the tension-filled air between his companions.

"Why don't you tell him, baby boy?" Salome suggested her vicious undertone not lost on Rios. "Tell him all about your dirty dream. Tell him how turned on you were and then tell him how you were too afraid to lose your virginity, so you ran away."

Elnor lowered his eyes to the table and felt his face grow warm and flushed. Rios looked at him and back at Salome as he became more horrified by the second. He protectively edged his chair towards the young Romulan and glanced over his shoulder as he wondered when the other Feeonix were coming back. After another several seconds of silence, Salome leaned back in her chair and sniffed.

"Where did you go, baby boy?" she smirked. "Did you go hide behind Naseema's skirts all night long? Did she coddle you like a little kitten? You don't smell like sex, so I know you didn't fuck her. Too bad, she could use it even more than you." Then she leaned forward again and shot her arm out to grab Elnor's wrist. "It's not too late, you know, I'm still willing to make you a man."

"Hey," Rios interjected and put his hand on Salome's arm. "I think that's enough. You're scaring him, and quite frankly, you're scaring me too."

"Let go of me," Elnor said and glared at her, his voice now hard and determined.

Salome smiled wickedly and held her grip. "Where was this macho attitude hiding last night?" she jeered. "I like it a lot better than the tears and begging." She rolled her eyes up and batted her eyelashes as she mocked him. "Please, don't," she laughed as she imitated his plea from the night before.

Still holding her arm, Rios stood up. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he demanded. "Leave him alone!"

"This doesn't concern you, Mr. Rios," she calmly replied. "This is between me and little boy blue here."

"I said, LET GO!" Elnor finally shouted at her as he stood up and yanked his hand out of her grasp.

Salome's eyes widened with shocked delight. "That's more like it," she said, and with the ferocity of a plasma explosion, she launched across the table at Elnor and tackled him backward over his chair to the ground. Rios jumped back as everything on the table clattered to the floor. Salome pinned Elnor's arms down with her knees and grabbed a handful of his hair to hold him still. She held onto his jaw with her other hand and dug her nails into his skin. "You had your chance to cooperate," she hissed in his face. "I could have been sweet and gentle, just like she was in your dream, but it's definitely going to hurt now."

Rios tried to shove her away, but she released Elnor's hair, grabbed Rios' sweater and tossed him aside. As she returned her attention to the struggling young Romulan underneath her, Rios picked up a chair and swung it as hard as he could at her. It splintered apart, and he stared in shock at how little effect it had. Salome's head whipped around to face him, and her eyes filled up with orange light as the air around her started to make a crackling sound.

"SALOME!" Jagger thundered as he swung his arm around her waist and hauled her off of Elnor. The commotion got the attention of the other Feeonix, and the six of them poured into the canteen. Juliet hurried over to where Elnor was still lying on the floor and pulled him to his feet. Salome was completely ablaze now and fought to get out of Jagger's arms.

Simon rushed over with a fire extinguisher. "I'm putting her out!" he shouted. Jagger shut his eyes and turned his face away as Simon unloaded the canister on Salome. Drenched and no longer on fire, she sputtered and stopped struggling. Jagger put her down but kept a grip on her arm and pulled her along with him as he marched back out the door. Simon tossed the fire extinguisher on the floor and followed them.

"Oh my god! Are you alright?" Juliet asked as she looked at both Elnor and Rios.

"I'm okay," Rios replied, still discombobulated by everything he just witnessed. "Are you okay?" he asked and placed his hand on Elnor's shoulder.

Humiliated and sore, Elnor quickly wiped the tears from his eyes with the back of his hand and forced back the flood of emotions that threatened to pour out of him. "I'm fine," he insisted.

"Hey," Rios said gently. "Are you sure, kid? I don't think I'd be fine if I'd been the one on the receiving end of all that. That was a lot of venom. What happened last night?"

"Salome crossed an unspeakable line," Naseema interjected and looked at Elnor as she added, "It will be over very shortly. If you would like to go back to your room, Juliet will take you."

He shook his head. "I want to stay here," he said, quiet but determined. Naseema gave him an unsure look, but Rios stepped in.

"I'll stay with him," he told her. She nodded and motioned for Juliet to join her. The latter put her hand reassuringly on Elnor's back and gave him a sympathetic nod before she followed Naseema out the door.

Once they were alone, Rios turned him and said, "You give the word, kid, and we're out of here, and I mean we get our people, and get off this batshit loco planet, out of here."

Elnor put on a worried frown and looked over at the exit. "What about Naseema?" he asked.

Rios put his hands on his hips and sighed sadly. "Look, kid, these Feeonix have been very hospitable, but they're dangerous, and they're all nuts. They live all the way out here in the middle of nowhere for a reason. They're not our people anymore, I'm sorry."

"She was a Federation Ambassador, and she's friends with Picard," Elnor argued. "She's not dangerous."

"Do you have any idea who she really is?" Rios asked.

He was trying to be kind, but the kid was really naive, and this growing attachment to Naseema was making him uneasy.

"She wasn't a diplomat, she was a weapon, and her job was to make sure the bad guys stayed in line, the Romulans, the Cardassians, the Dominion, you name it. Picard knows that's the truth, ask him."

"That can't be true," Elnor said. "I don't want to believe that."

"I'm sorry, kid, but it's the truth, ask Picard."

In the other room, Jagger was pacing in front of Salome as he ranted and waved his hands. "Do you have any idea how fucking despicable what you did was?! Jesus Christ, Salome! He's just a kid! What the fuck is the matter with you?! Did you really think there was nothing wrong with what you were doing?! And what the fuck was that in the other room just now?! You could have killed both of them!"

The other five Feeonix hung back and allowed him to unload while Salome stood with her arms crossed and glared at him like a petulant teenager.

"He was into it," she muttered. Jagger was so appalled at her reaction that he was suddenly speechless and stood there staring at her with his mouth open.

"No, Salome, he was not into it," Naseema corrected.

"He was when he thought it was you," Salome shot back with a satisfied smirk. "He was having the dirtiest dream. You should have seen the look on his face, and hoo boy was he raring to go."

"That's enough, Salome," Aronnox said. "You're not helping yourself by revealing details like that. It makes us concerned about what kind of person you are becoming. You could have killed him."

"Even if he was aroused by a dream, that's beside the point," Juliet added. "It doesn't matter who he may have believed it was at first. Once he became aware, he made it clear he didn't want to have sex with you, and yet you tried to force it on him anyway. In most places, that's a very serious crime."

"Agreed," Simon chimed in. "Salome, you seem proud of yourself. Can you not see the damage you've done here? Nobody is impressed."

"None of you were there," Salome argued. "And Naseema wasn't there either, so why are you all just taking her word as fact?"

"Naseema has proven time and again that her word is good, and what possible reason could she have for fabricating anything about this?" Aronnox asked.

"She's pissed off at me because I hassled him a little, and she's blowing it way out of proportion because she's bonded to him," Salome replied and eyeballed Naseema with a disgusted look. "Which is revolting, by the way."

"I don't think hassled is quite the appropriate term for what you've been doing," Jagger pointed out. "You tried to grope him under the table in the cantina the other day. At the very least, I'd call that harassment, and I've also noticed that nearly everything you've done to him was in front of an audience. What's that about? I'd like to hear an explanation because all I can figure is that you're trying to test us, or you wanted his humiliation at maximum intensity."

"Fine, I harassed him in front of a couple of people, big deal," Salome scoffed.

Jagged turned to Simon. "I can't decide if this is about unchecked lust or misguided hatred," he said.

"Does it matter?" Simon asked him.

"Well, depending on what we intend to do about it, yes."

"It's both," Aronnox replied. "It started with lust, and then it turned to hatred because he rebuffed her. Am I wrong, Salome?"

"Stop trying to psychoanalyze me," she grumbled. "It's annoying."

"If he's not affected by your energy field, I can see why that would confound you," Aronnox said. "I'm trying to help you. You're in very serious trouble here."

"Oh please, I didn't even hurt him that bad," she replied and rolled her eyes.

"Just because his physical injuries are minor does not mean you did not inflict serious harm," Naseema told her. "It will likely take him years to fully recover from what you have done to him if he ever does."

"He's fine, just because it took you years," Salome groaned.

"Did she really just say that to you?" Jagger asked as he looked at Naseema with incredulity.

"Wow," Javier finally chimed in from the corner. "She's not getting it guys."

"She's not even a century old, and she's never been in the position to be physically overpowered by somebody else," Juliet said. "Why are we expecting her to understand how that feels?"

"You know what?" Javier replied, "She doesn't have to get it, she just has to stay away from the kid."

"That's not enough," Simon argued. "Salome, how many times did he ask you not to touch him, and how many times did Naseema and Jagger warn you to leave him alone? Yet, you persisted, and that shows a pattern of behaviour that I, for one, find troubling. It's gone too far now for the rest of us to accept a hollow promise from you and turn a blind eye. There needs to be consequences this time."

"What are going to do?" Salome sneered at him. "Lock me in my room, banish me from the planet? You can't control me. I haven't done anything. Unlike some people here, I didn't actually break our code, and we're not Federation citizens, we don't follow their laws. Besides, I don't see why you're all so bent out of shape. He's a Romulan, and all of you seem to have forgotten they're the enemy."

The six older Feeonix exchanged glances. "Oh my god," Juliet gasped. "Have we been that careless and single-minded? Did we cause this?"

They were all silent for a minute as they looked at each other until Naseema finally spoke. "No, that is too easy to blame us."

"Are you sure about that?" Salome asked as she glared at her. "You're always the first to sign up for every potential slaughter-fest, and you've killed more of them than all of us put together. I haven't killed anyone, so why am I being treated like Sutra? Too bad you can't just shut me off like you did to her."

"What Sutra did and what you have done are not comparable, and Alton made that decision, not us. I may have killed more than anyone else here, but I follow the rules of engagement, Salome. I do not target civilians. What seems to have been forgotten here is that the Tal Shiar are our enemy, not the Romulan people, and nobody here taught you to torture our enemies," Naseema replied as she stared Salome down. "Nobody deserves what you did to him."

"Torture? Are you serious?" Salome snapped.

"You do not think what you did was torture?" Naseema asked and looked at Salome with disappointed confusion.

"Yeah, and just what did he tell you I did?" she asked. "If I'm accused of torture, don't I have the right to know what it is I did?" The room got quiet again as Naseema's face turned to stone.

"I will not betray that confidence," she said.

"Naseema, that's not entirely fair," Javier told her. "We have no precedent for what's happened here. Hell, we don't even really have any laws to speak of. If we're going to move forward, I think we need more than your opinion that she's committed this crime. Nothing will leave the room."

"I will tell you." Elnor's voice came from the doorway behind Naseema, and she turned to face him.

"How long have you been here?" she asked.

"A few minutes," he replied and then he looked at every other Feeonix in the room before returning his eyes to Naseema. "Thank you for trying," he told her with a brave smile. Then he looked at Salome, and the smile dropped off his face. He took a few steps toward her and kept his eyes locked on hers. "You came into my room last night without my knowledge or permission. You secretly watched me undress, and then when I fell asleep, you climbed into my bed, and you touched me. When I woke up and wanted you to leave, you held me down. You bit my ear, and you put your hands all over me. You tried to take my pants off, and you forced me to kiss you. I'd never even kissed anyone before last night, and that only made it more fun for you. You knew I wanted you to stop. I begged you to stop, but you didn't. Instead, you laughed at me and threatened to tie me to the bed if I didn't stop fighting you."

Salome stared at him without so much as a hint of remorse, her arms folded across her chest. By this point, Rios stood in the doorway listening to Elnor confront Salome, and Picard was next to him.

"If I hadn't fallen off the bed trying to get away from you, what would you have done?" Elnor asked. "Would you have kept going, stripped me of my clothes and my dignity, and raped me before you killed me?"

The entire room remained hushed as Elnor continued to get everything off his chest and lay it where it belonged, directly at Salome's feet. "Naseema told me that what you did to me had nothing to do with sex, and she's right, isn't she? It was about power. You could have just killed me if you wanted to, but that wasn't enough. You needed me to know how powerless I am against you. You wanted to make sure I would feel degraded and humiliated. Well, congratulations, that's exactly how I feel."

Salome dropped her arms to her sides and approached Elnor, her expression still apathetic. He kept his eyes on hers and stood his ground even as she walked right up to him, and put her face in his. "Good," she said.

Javier stared at her with a horrified look on his face. "Why?"

She looked over at him. "Because I wanted to," she replied. Then she turned back to Elnor and glared at him with a frightening hatred in her eyes. "I don't fucking care who you're bonded to. You don't belong here. You're not one of us, and despite what the rest of these idiots think, you will always be the enemy," she told him "The only thing I'm sorry for, is not getting the chance to finish you off." Then she lashed out and slapped him across the face. He blinked a few times and took a sharp breath with the shock and stinging pain of the blow but stood fast without reacting otherwise.

"Hey!" Rios shouted. "Haven't you done enough to him?" Salome turned her burning contempt towards the La Sirena captain.

"Maybe you'd like to finish what we started," she hissed and then with another lightning-like move, she grabbed the chair closest to her and launched it through the window. Glass exploded into the hallway and both Rios, and Picard jumped back to avoid being showered by the shrapnel. Everyone in the cantina, Feeonix and human alike flooded into the hallway.

"So much for keeping this quiet," Jagger said as Simon made a move for Salome.

"Get the fuck away from me!" she screeched, and in the next instant her eyes filled up with orange light, and she erupted into flames again. Rios moved to grab her as she flew through the door at him, but Picard got in front of him.

"Rios! Don't touch her!" he warned, now directly in Salome's path. She slammed him backward into Rios and sent the two crashing to the ground in a tangled heap. Agnes and Raffi rushed over, horrified by what they were witnessing and pulled the men to their feet. Salome reset her sights on Elnor and came towards him at an intimidating pace, but he didn't run. He was done letting himself be controlled by his fear of her and drew his tan qalanq. He tightened his grip, ready to defend himself, but just as Salome reached striking distance she suddenly smashed into thin air and then was flung backward by an invisible force. Naseema stepped into the space between them. Her hair fluttered in a non-existent breeze, and the orange rings around her irises were inflamed and pulsating.

"I didn't want it to come to this, Salome, but this is the only way you're going to understand," she said calmly.

"Fuck you and your little Romulan lap dog," Salome spat at her. The two Feeonix stared each other down for what seemed like an eternity before Salome sprang at Naseema like an enraged wildcat. The older Feeonix blocked the younger one's attack and threw her backwards again with another invisible shove. Salome let out an infuriated scream, and Naseema went on the offensive. She erupted in flames, seized Salome and used her momentum to propel her younger opponent back into the wall. Salome was bigger, but Naseema was stronger and pinned her with a fistful of her shirt and a forearm against her throat.

"You're a traitor!" Salome seethed. "Bonding to a fucking Romulan! They're supposed to be the enemy!"

"The only enemy you have here is yourself," Naseema told her.

"You two deserve each other! You're both freaks!"

"I am sorry for this," Naseema said. She used both hands to hold Salome still and stared into her eyes with such a powerful vehemence that both Jagger and Simon turned their faces away with pained expressions. The orange rings in Naseema's eyes continued to burn intensely even as Salome started to react. Her facial muscles tightened and contorted as if she were in incredible pain, and she tried not to cry out. She finally let a gasping wail escape her as tears started to stream down her face.

"Naseema!" Picard called out. "Please stop this!" She ignored him as she tightened her grip on Salome, who grasped and clutched at her. Another several tense seconds hung in the air before Naseema started to pant, and her hold on Salome wavered. Then she abruptly released her and stumbled back with a gasping sob as her eyes returned to normal. Salome collapsed to the floor with convulsive, heaving breaths, and tears poured down her face as Juliet and Aronnox hurried over to her.

"Jesus Christ, that was awful," Javier said, and his expression gave away how disturbed he was by the scenario.

Still breathing heavily, Naseema turned to Elnor. "I am so sorry I did not protect you from her," she told him, and his expression crumpled. Then her knees suddenly buckled, and she dropped to all fours with an agonizing groan before vomiting an alarming amount of blood onto the floor.

"Fuck!" Jagger quietly exclaimed while Elnor gasped and ran to her. He dropped to his knees and pulled her into him with one hand gripping her shoulder and his other holding her head against his chest. Aronnox, who was on one side of Salome as he helped Juliet lead her down the hallway, turned his head towards the commotion, and his eyes widened with horror. He stopped moving, and Juliet looked at him in surprise before she glanced over her shoulder and also came to a halt.

"Oh my god!" she said with alarm, but Jagger held up his hand to keep them from coming back.

"It's alright," he assured them, already crouched down beside Elnor. "Take Salome to her room, Simon, and I have got this. She'll be okay."

Juliet and Aronnox hesitated briefly, but the latter finally nodded. "One thing at a time," he said to Juliet. So, they continued down the hall with Salome as Simon and Jagger assured Elnor that Naseema wasn't in any danger.

"Jagger," she said weakly as her head rolled back against Elnor's arm. "I cannot see anything."

"It's okay, I got you," he told her. Then he looked at Elnor, who was visibly concerned. "Let's take her to her room. I'm going to need your help." Elnor nodded and eased her into Jagger's arms. When they arrived, the tall Feeonix laid his friend on her bed. She'd already lost consciousness, so he turned his eyes to Elnor, who paced anxiously nearby. "Hey, come over here," he said, and Elnor quickly obeyed. "I'll hold her up, and you see if you can peel her shirt off, okay?"

"What?" the young Romulan replied as he stared at Jagger with disbelief.

"She's going to start to swell soon, and if I don't get these tight clothes off, she's going to be really uncomfortable," Elnor still looked unconvinced, so Jagger continued. "Don't look so worried, believe me, she would rather it be you and me."

Elnor came over and knelt on the bed. Jagger pulled her up into a sitting position and held onto her as the young Romulan found the hem of her shirt. He started to lift it but hesitated. "This doesn't feel right," he said as he made a face.

Jagger rolled his eyes and exhaled a frustrated sigh. "Will you pull yourself together? We're in a time crunch here. They're just breasts, and I'm pretty sure she's wearing a bra." Elnor made another face but did what Jagger told him and gently tugged the shirt up over her head. He got her arms out of the sleeves, and while he still felt uncomfortable, he was relieved to find she was wearing a bra and an undershirt. "I knew you could do it," Jagger said and then arched an eyebrow mischievously. "Hey, want me to show you how to unhook a bra without looking?"

Elnor looked at him, horrified. "No!"

"I was joking," Jagger replied and gave him a look.

"Sure you were," Elnor said. "Besides, I already know how to do that, and that kind doesn't have a clasp."

"How do you know that?" Jagger asked and eyed him suspiciously. "Are you sure you're a monk?"

"I grew up in a house full of women. Do you seriously think I've never seen women's underwear before?" Elnor shot back.

"Fair enough," Jagger laughed. He rested Naseema back on the pillow and unfastened her trousers. He shimmied them carefully down her hips and off her legs. Then Elnor quickly pulled the sheets up over her. "Thanks," the Feeonix said. "And don't worry, she's not going to be mad at you."

"Is she going to be okay?"

"Yeah, this happens every time she moves something that large with her mind. It messes up her insides."

"Is that what she did?!" Elnor asked, amazed.

"It is," Jagger replied.

"That's incredible! Can all of you do that?"

"Just her," Jagger said. "I don't know how I don't know why, but she's the only one with that talent. She doesn't do it much because, as I said, it fucks her up when she does, but she'll be okay. She just needs to sleep it off for a few hours." Elnor moved to sit in one of her chairs, but Jagger caught his arm. "No way, you spend enough time camped out in here." He pulled the young Romulan away from the bed and pushed him out in front. Then he put his hand on Elnor's head and playfully tousled his hair. "Let's go find something else for you to do."