(Note: Ready to take another trip down memory lane? We're about to see just what Nexus has in store for his stepstallion. Maybe he did it maybe he didn't. Up to you to decide. Get ready because we've got a dream sequence, and a new character!)
Chapter 4 Words are the Weapons of the Terrified
Nexus Spark
Pre-War: 16 Years Before The Megaspells
All I really want is something beautiful to say. It felt as though all words I had left were just weapons meant to bring pain upon everypony around me. I felt lost and broken, my heart was shattered. The room was cold as night, and even the crickets outside had gone docile. I didn't know how I was supposed to tell Blitzfire about this. I knew I shouldn't have come here. Yet here I was, and there he was.
Looking down over the wooden railings from the hall, I saw my sweet revenge. Strangely, I had no satisfaction. The dark was caving in and I just wanted to sleep. There was my stepfather, on the floor down below, in a pool of crimson death. I hadn't been able to stop it. It was all my fault. What have I done?
I'd skipped school for this. I had come back to my house to settle the score, and to get closure. I went to Fire Flower's room, where I brushed my hoof against her dresser, picked up the picture of her and mom, ran my horseshoe along the length of her drawing table. She'd left a drawing there, unfinished and I saw it as her final words…
"You came back boy?" I heard a voice behind me. I thought he'd ran away like the coward he is. Yet here he was, coming back to face his demons, just like I was.
"I could ask you the same thing." I turned to face him, setting down the piece of paper.
He was staring at the floorboards, unable to face his crimes. I knew what I'd come here to do though, I could face it. I lifted the revolver I'd kept hidden this entire time. I had prepared for this moment, it wasn't like I wasn't ready for it. So then why did I hesitate? I closed my eyes, "It's come to this."
He backed away, "I am sorry you know." he was quiet. His words sounded stale.
"You're a liar!" I rose my gun.
"You won't do it," said the pony who had once been my stepfather.
He was right. I was shaking all over and I felt it deep in my gut. I knew it was wrong to think I could fix this void in my heart by shooting him. It wouldn't bring Fire Flower back, just as Blitz said. But I couldn't let him know that. So I took a threatening step forward.
"How would you know what I will and won't do?" I snapped, "It's not like you ever took the time to get to know me or my sister." I narrowed my eyes at him, daring him to reflect on what he knew to be true.
His butt bumped the wall behind him. "I know you," he said, "You're kind and gentle, you wouldn't hurt a fly, certainly not your old man."
I growled, "My old man abandoned us and left us with you!" I saw him visibly gulp. Now he was backing down the hallway. "Tell me, what made you think you could hit a little girl?" I asked him. I was just shaken to my core and I could not believe what he had done and that he had had the gall to come back here. Well, no more of that. He looked me in the eye, a cold stare coming from the depths of his soul and I was able to see what lie within.
"I felt that I had power, I felt that I needed power. But I was wrong." That's when my stepfather hit the back of the railing and his eyes widened. He was yelling at me, screaming for me to stop, screaming for forgiveness. But I could never forgive what he'd done to me. To my sister. Now he'd know what it felt like. To be hurt, to be abused. A taste of his own medicine.
"Look me in the eye and tell me you're actually sorry," I had a hoof on his chin, not expecting anything. The sorry lump even had the guts to attempt an apology.
"I am sorry Nexus, for not being the father you deserved." I had had enough of his excuses. He was a liar, I could see it in his cold blue eyes. They were the depths of the ocean, the truth unreadable there. I let him go with such fierce energy that he stumbled back. My gun was in my hoof, the symbol of my family tree engraved on each side of its silver spine. I saw mini versions of my father and mother's cutie marks near their branches, the family line emblazoned even further than that. It was a nexus of connections between everypony who made up me. Just straight solid lines that trickled on down.
The staircase was just behind the pony who didn't deserve to take my real father's place. At least he'd left with purpose. It was a long complicated story. I watched my stepfather fall. He grabbed onto a vase looking for something to grab to save himself. He called my name asking me to save him but in the end he was left lying in a pool of his own blood, and glass.
A shining came then, a green energy that sparked my curiosity. I felt tears streaming down my eyes. Like a digital set of geometric interconnecting data streams, my cutie mark formed on my flank, representing my family and my deep affinity to loyalty. It was a Nexus of a green matrix shining and glowing on my hip. The green stood out against my black fur, and it made me think of computers and programming and mechanics and repair. It was me in every sense of the word. My cutie mark.
All I could think now as I tried not to cry was, how would I explain to Blitzfire what I had done? This was all my fault.
I dialed 911.
Ravager Blitzfire
Present Time: 207 Years After the Incident of Stable 14
The path to Good Neigh-Boar was treacherous and rough. On the way there my Pip-Buck informed me of radiation on my Geiger counter. I looked up into the sky and yellow lightning was flashing. The sky was ablaze with radiation from the Glowing Shades. I had a scarf in my inventory and I put it on to try to protect my skin from his much radiation as possible . Rocks crushed beneath my hooves on the lonely road. I kicked gravel and dust to the side making my way over the broken down gravel road. It was mostly dust and dirt by now after about 200 years.
"Always alone," I told myself, breathing heavily. As though on cue, a cloud passed by overhead and cast me in shadows. I sighed, letting the rain pitter patter off my fur.
Reaching the crest of the hill I overlooked the landscape before me. An old country road, where cars used to travel. I could imagine a car zooming along, going 20 over the speed limit, just because they knew they could, there were no other cars around nor cops, so why not? I know I had. Now it was empty, all for but one pony. I didn't even know why I was going where I was but nomadic was the way of a treasure hunter. A regular old Indiana Pones.
Spotting the lights of a distant town, I knew I had struck gold. Here was the road leading to the Friendship Trail. I saw markers posted by Twilight herself, pointing the way to greatness. The museum in Scollay Square had a bell tower that proved to be a landmark in this wasteland. It made me wonder if any ponies had settled here. I took one step onto the path on the side of the road and the pebbles felt warm on my hooves. They began to glow the colors of the Ministry, pointing the way forward. I wondered if I'd see any of those creepy Pinkie Pie posters, about how she's ALWAYS WATCHING. Ominous.
Hearing a noise, a ducked behind a dumpster. It sounded like hooting and hollering from some sort of party. A raider party perhaps? It couldn't be. This place was devastated, mostly debris. Nowhere to hide. Just in case, I unholstered my revolver and spun the barrel. It clicked into place, cocked. Then with one ear pricked to listen to what was behind me and one ear perked upright to listen ahead, I made my way into the wreckage of an old famous square.
Dong, dong, dong! Went the bell in the bell tower. I was walking through the gates and into Good Neigh-Boar when I heard the announcement made from somewhere nearby, "Ladies and gentlecolts, we have a delectable surprise for you this evening! Stop on by the Third Rein where you'll find Magnolia, our sweet flower in all this nasty garbage. She'll be joining us for some drinks. Carry on." The voice was coming from an upper balcony of the Stable House, the museum.
"Going somewhere?"
"Got a death wish?"
Two voices and a set of hooves barred my path into the settlement. Now these were some ugly looking fellows. Their eyes were sunken and off color, and their fur was matted. The skin showing through beneath was rough and scarred, like they'd been through the megaspells themselves. As I was eying them, I noted their weapons. One held a spiked bat and the other was reaching for a pipe pistol strapped to his leg.
"Now colts, I don't want any trouble. Just a passerby." I put up a hoof. I thought, hey no need to offend them.
The first stallion raised his bat. I raised a hoof to defend myself when out came a shot from the balcony of the Stable House. With one bullet, both bandits were down and out for the count. "My, now that's what I call killing two birds with one stone." came a chuckle from beside me.
I whinnied in a panic and to my side was a tall feline figure. He wore a plum purple felt trenchcoat lined in velvet, the collar tucked down to form a lapel. The cream colored fur of his chest plume fluffed out from over the top of the collar. It looked surprisingly soft and clean for a cat in the wastes. The coat was lined with gold colored velvet, the buttons brass and two strings hanging from the top two buttons. He had a few pockets clicked close with snapping buttons. His luminescent green eyes peered at me from under the curl of his cute blue bangs.
"Oh…" I breathed, my mouth agape in amazement. He was…I hate to say it and I allowed myself a gulp, but he was dashing, mind the horse pun.
He wore an embroidered eye patch over one eye, and I saw the traces of a scar beneath, a pink patch of flesh making a straight diagonal line. "Well," he brushed himself off, "I would say appearances are deceiving, truth be told, you look rather washed out if I do say so myself." He held out a paw, a paw if I ever saw one! Because I hadn't. Ever seen one that is.
"You saved me." I blushed and turned my face in order to hide it. I even buried my muzzle in my scarf, though the radiation storm from Broncston's Glowing Shades had passed.
"Why yes," said his rich silk voice, he took my raised hoof and shook it gracefully, "The names Capper. Capper Dapperpaws. Pleased to make your acquaintence."
"I'm Ravager Blitzfire, or just Blitz." I nodded and promptly put my hoof back on the ground, and a dust pile lifted. "What's going on around here?" I asked, trying to get ahold of myself.
"I'll tell you," he said, "over a drink." he offered a paw and I took it, letting him sweep me off my feet and down the walk. He brought me to a staircase leading under the Stable House.
I didn't believe what I saw when I got there. The entire underbarrow had been reworked and renovated into a bar. Like one of those bars seen in old westerns. I imagined the San Palomino Wasteland wasn't seeing much good old days right about now. There was a robot behind the counter, and a bouncer nodded us in. There was a mare at the bar, sitting with her rump on a stool. She was wearing a glittering red dress that looked to be made by Rarity herself. Her mane was long and straight, curling over her face enchantingly. It was black as night, and her eyes were like stars.
"Magnolia!" swept Capper, opening his arms to embrace the mare.
"Dear friend, sit!" her voice was a song.
"How's the kit?" asked the cat.
"Fine as ever." she rolled her eyes and smiled. "You know I could never repay you."
"You've repaid me enough I'm sure." Capper waved her off and tapped a paw on the counter.
A Mr. Hoofy robot came over in a bowling cap and lifted a mug and poured a glass of fine amber liquid. "All goin' well, eh Cappy?" its voice was Broncston that's for sure.
I sighed and smiled, greeting the mare, "Hey."
"Will you be having anything?" the robot turned his photoreceptors on me.
"I'll take a hard cider," I told him.
The mare in red turned to me, "And who's this?" she asked of Capper, who was sipping gingerly on the drink in his glass.
"Why, I think a friend in need if I may say so." he smiled a sly smile and I saw his sharp teeth within. Even more cute. I blushed as I pictured them biting me.
"We could use all the help we could get," the mare rolled her eyes exaggeratedly and turned to the counter with a huff.
"You see, Blitz," Capper put a paw around my shoulders, "I'm a private eye. I came here on a case, but sadly the trails gone cold."
"Or you're just going soft," came the bartender with my cider.
"How could that happen?" Capper chuckled. "Not if I keep my wits about me and I've survived worse. A cat lands on all four feet."
"Not another survivor story," I snorted.
"No! No nothin like that!" he took his arm off me. "Hey, my services come without a catch, free of charge baby, no hustle."
"Right," I nodded skeptically.
Capper slid toward me, "You're looking for something right?" his eyes were questioning and curious. Curiosity killed the cat, but I wasn't about to tell him that.
"Regular old Hancock aren't ya," I said and swigged my drink. "Listen, I fly solo. I don't really need help."
"What if I told you, I know where Double Diamond City is?" Capper smiled like a fox.
I leaned closer, "I'm listening."
"My Detective Agency is there. Home base." he smirked. He then twirled a finger through his hair, waiting expectantly.
"I suppose I'll have to take you up on your offer then."
"Look baby, I know we've all got a past. But I ain't one to judge, just help folks in need." he put a paw on my hoof, "I know you came here for a reason. Maybe you found it."
I shied away from him, "Alright, but then we go our own ways. No need to drag anypony, or any creature into anymore than I have to."
"Sounds like a deal to me. Come on, I gotta fast way out of here."
"You two go on, sounds like you've got yourself a date buddy boy," the mare eyed me with a smile and a wink, "I've got a number or two up my sleeve. Have a drink and stay awhile, because the fun has just begun." she got up and shimmied away and I swear she flicked her tail at me.
"Well she's an ordeal," I gestured as she took residence on the stage, and grabbed the mic.
"Nah, just been going through tough times. Don't we all? Her name's Magnolia, the blossom of Good Neigh-Boar."
"Never a dull moment."
The lights dimmed and a strobe light came on. Some music began playing, a stallion in a suit jacket at the piano upstage.
"I took a walk out in the Fawns,
Had a talk with a colt about some chems,
He asked me what's my flavor, I said I needed a favor,
I'm short a few caps, but I'm a good, good Neigh-Boar!
"The mutants stopped to savor, all my bad behavior,
It's all in a day's work, when you're a good, good Neigh-Boar!"
She lifted her hoof out of her skirts, showing off her leg and flashed a smile while the jazz solo played. "She's a good singer," I told Capper.
"Yeah, and a looker. Too bad I don't play for that team." he winked at me. He slid his drink toward me and offered it, "Take a sip of my tonic. It won't bite, much."
"Double Diamond City, yeah that's my thing,
I flash my style, yeah I show off my bling.
I do the colts a favor, with all my manual labor,
Yeah, it's good to be a good, good Neigh-Boar."
It did taste good, like roses on ash. I licked my lips as I felt the cool liquid soothe my throat with its burn. "Sets the tone," he said nice and smooth, sliding his paw in like disc jockey sliding it over a disc. "Don't it?" he asked with an eyebrow raised.
"If I'm getting a little help, who am I to complain?" I stated. Then I hiccupped. "Strong stuff." I smiled.
"Gets ya loose right. My favorite, but it's goin out of style."
I shrugged, "I'm sure they'll replace it with something better," I smiled at him.
"Flirting eh?" he laughed.
"Double Diamond City, yeah, that's my thing
I flash my style, I show my bling,
I do the colts a favor, with all my manual labor,
It's good to be a good, good, good, good Neigh-Boar!"
"Yeah, I do the colts a favor, with all my manual labor,
Oh, it's good to be a good, good, good, good, good, good Neigh-Boar!
Yeah…
He put a paw on my muzzle, frowning and looking my face over. He had a gentle expression. I liked the look on his catty face. I was leaning close to him, and I was starting to close my eyes, drunk off my flank but that was ok. Then he squeezed my cheek and smiled. "Hey, lets go, I got you a room booked."
I was having somewhat of a restless night. Dreams haunted me and I kept tossing and turning, not able to sleep. My dreams were plagued with night terrors and it was about Nexus. Poor Sparky, and maybe Capper could help me find him. But that's what scared me deep inside my heart. I was broken and I took help from nopony, or creature for that matter. Yet here I was.
It started in the halls of our old University. Stable Tech University for the Prestige of Heart. I'd transferred here after realizing I didn't want to spend my life as a head of technology at some electricity plant producing arcana. Arcana is fine and all, but it just wasn't me. I had quit my job and moved here with Nexus in an apartment downtown. I could see it in Nexy's eyes and knew he didn't want to spend his years slaving away at office work, tip tappeting away at some old typewriter as the director mechanic in some old garage back home.
The old lecture hall was empty, leftover assignments on the desk, fluttering in the wind from an open window. It was dark and dusty in here and I got the chills. I didn't know what I expected to find. Stable-Tech hadn't been very clear what they'd left behind here for their old students to find in the aftermath of the megaspells. X marks the spot but all I'd found were overdue books and lost backpacks. I picked up one such textbook, reading the rental date. Due October 20th 2077.
I breathed, remembering that day in flashbacks. It was hard to think about when I knew what I'd done to Nexus. I'd known everything yet I'd still been willing to put him in harm's way for personal gain. I saw the Stable door, the big gear sliding to the side. The security staff grabbing us and putting as all in our own freezing pods. I shook, feeling cold.
That's when a gun clicked, and I felt the cold metal of a barrel press against the back of my neck. There was a sigh behind me, and I recognized that sigh. "Hey again Blitz." said Nexus.
I slowly turned around to see him, my long lost friend. He held the gun carefully, the old revolver with his family tree inscribed into the side, the one I usually kept strapped to my leg. How'd he get that? When I looked down and saw mine still strapped to my leg it disturbed me. Nexus was a phantom of my past, present and future and here he was, in my present.
"Didn't expect to see you again so soon."
"What? Why, isn't that what you've been searching for?" he snarled.
"No. I mean, yes! I don't know Nexy, I just don't know." I looked down at my hooves.
He shook his head, "Figure it out soon, because you're wasting time…" he faded away and the gun fell to the tiles of the bathroom floor. I was no longer in my wasteland attire, I was wearing my old favorite sweatshirt from my first college, it's logo emblazoned on the front.
I was face to face with myself in the mirror. I remembered this day, the day just before my graduation. I was valedictorian and I was rehearsing my speech. "Friendship, friendship never changes. I have my best friend from foalhood here right next to me to prove that to you. Though war is raging through Equestria now, I know we will pave way for a more Stable future. I want to announce my plans for the future. I know my path that I have chosen doesn't feel right. I never wanted to be a electrician. But I do know what I want to do instead. I want to lead us into a brighter future. I want to become an Overseer by studying hard at Stable-University!" queue hat throwing.
What a load of junk. I never even graduated from Stable-Tech University, though they did throw me a new Stable like I was the winner on some game show. Here's the keys to a fancy new Stable. Pave way for a more stable future. Oh it's stable alright. Was that why Nexus hated me? No. I was here staring at my reflection for a reason. This was me. Nexus was a part of me. I knew what I needed to do.
Sunlight paved a path through the blinds covering the dirty windows. I yawned and stretched, lifting myself from the sleeping bag. The door was open and I saw lantern light from the hallway. In came a maid, her face a grotesque mask and her horn stubby and ingrown. If I looked a wreck she looked as though she'd walked through hell with a smile.
She set a tray of food in front of me. "Breakfast in bed?" I picked up some hash browns served with a side of hay.
"Finest service in the Stable House," she nodded politely and made her exit.
In came Capper, his trenchcoat flapping like a cape. "Morning sunshine!" He winked and swiped a fry from my tray. "I came here to bet you're ready to get on your hooves?"
I got up from the floor, not feeling hungry. "Sure thing," I winked but his back was turned, tail swaying. It had a white tip.
We headed downstairs and outside. "I hope you slept well," he told me. "First thing's first. I gotta stock up. Over to Sky Daisy's." he gestured and I followed him over to one of the shops in the stable yard. Inside a mare wearing an old timey dress sat inside, organizing some things on a shelf.
"Morning," she said quietly. I thought I saw stumps hiding under that dress on her back, but I wasn't sure.
"Morning, got any provisions for a good tomcat?" Capper leaned over the counter, smiling at her. "Some guns and ammo perhaps?"
"Oh my. Well I guess I can see what I've got, but you may wanna check next door for that dear." she grabbed a keychain and headed over to the cash register. Then she leaned down. Definitely bumps on her back. She opened a case and pulled out a set of mini uzi's.
"How niiiiice." Capper licked his lips. Then he set down a sack of caps and Daisy smiled. "Why thank you." she said and we left the shop.
"Time to skip town," said the cat with a hip wiggle.
The road was dusty and cracked. I walked beside the cat who seemed quiet. He looked to be lost in thought. The sky was clear and I closed my eyes. "I had a bad dream last night."
"Oh yeah? Most tomcats do when they've got a lot on their mind." he opened his satchel, "Here, try this, helps me sleep." he pulled out a medicinal needle.
"Med-X?" I rose a brow with a questioning look.
"Even better my friend," he swept around me and tossed the needle which I caught with one swipe. "Med-X Plus. It eases pain and helps ya sleep. Though sadly it doesn't ease the pain of the soul." he shrugged.
"Doesn't bother me." I put it in my saddle bag. Hey, aid's aid. Even from a cat.
"Used to be a con artist you know. Back in the good old days of New Pegasus. Meh, not a savory town." he shuddered.
Blam, blam, blam! There was gunfire three doors down. "Grenade out!" came a yell from the next block. "Tom!" somepony else yelled. "Jerry!"
"Colt, what's going on?" Capper looked up toward the sky. There was a big black mass, a vertiherd. "Steel Rangers? Makes our day a little more interesting."
We snuck down the alley, and he put his paws on the corner of the building. I ducked out next to him and we peered upon the scene on the square. Ponies dressed in dark black painted power saddling were doing battle with fiends on the other side of the lot, ponies in combat armor. I'd dealt with these guys before and they meant business. But what were they doing all the way out in the Fawns?
"They're called Gun Gallopers." I pointed to the combat armor clad ponies. Capper nodded.
"Ah, know these folks?"
"You could say that."
"Private, use this, take em out!" came the voice of one of the Gun Galloper commanders. Meanwhile, the Steel Rangers were enacting a plan of their own. "Hold this down Scribe, time to bring out the big guns."
"They're setting up artillery."
"Fancy," said Capper.
Each team shot their explosives at the same time, and there was a huge fireball. Smoke filled the air but I didn't have time to find out who'd won because at just that moment somepony snatched me from behind. Their hoof was cold as ice and their voice came from a speaker. "Civilian, it isn't safe here."
I spun around and immediately drew my gun, "I'll decide what's safe or not." I told her.
"Feisty," Capper pointed two claws at me in the gun shape. "I like it."
"Good, then perhaps you two can help us?" asked the mare.
"For what price?" I announced. A notification appeared on my EFS, CHARISMA +1
"Give or take a few caps. What say you?" said the mare.
"Sounds like a deal," Capper snapped his fingers. "You're on."
The mare brayed and nodded, "Great! My name is Paladin Sandy Shore. Welcome aboard, for the moment." she lowered her helmet. "Got guns?"
I rose a brow, offended, "You think I don't travel the wasteland in style? Of course I do." I showed off my armory.
"Alright, come here." she led us into a small building, where a couple members of the Rangers were busily looking over battle plans and discussing strategies. "We've been having conflicts with the Gun Gallopers in this area for some time." she explained as she led us through the makeshift compound. "As some of our Scribes have pointed out, these enemies haven't travelled through the Back Bray before and there's no reason to start now."
We entered what looked like a command center, where another armored stallion was reading intently over some maps and documents, his suit lamp activated. "Ah, Paladin," he looked up at us, "thanks for answering my radio. Who are these two?"
"Picked them up in the alley, spying on our battle, but now they're here to help."
"I see they're packing guns," he noted, looking us over. "Do you know why I called you?"
"No sir, enlighten me." she told him.
He shuffled some papers and slid the map toward us. "An initiate discovered one of their camps on the edge of the Bray and inside the Fawns."
"Oof, now there's a problem their chief," said Capper with a raised claw. "That's a bit of a detour for me and my buddy here."
The commander put a hoof to his chin. "Where you two heading?"
"Double Diamond City." said Capper and I at the same. We gave each other a look and I saw him blush now. He blushed pink, like his cute nose.
"Mer~" I huffed.
"Never been there," said Sandy, "though I'm sure I'd like to."
"We don't have much time for that," said Commander Brighthooves.
"Neither do I, so what's in it for us?" I asked the pair. Had to be worth it to go so far out of my way for these medieval clad freaks. I'd never heard of the Steel Rangers before and I was getting tired of the horseplay.
Sandy took out a bag of caps, "How about say 200 caps? For your pockets?"
Brighthooves jumped up, "Sandy! You can't go offering funds! Who's gonna pay for this? The Treasury?"
"No, it's coming straight from me. Besides, I think a scammer likes his money. 100 each, how about it?"
"Scammer?" Capper brushed off his lapel, dusty, "Now that's a bit harsh hun, dontcha think?"
"Not at all. Pick your poison now because we're running out of time." as if on cue there came a huge explosion that rocked the building to its core.
"I think we just found out what it's like to be a worm in an apple," I said.
"Conference," said Capper and pulled on my vest. We went to the hall. "I don't know, big fella, 100 caps sounds nice right about now. I'm up for a small job if you are."
"Seems like a big job to me if the Steel Rangers are asking for a couple of street rats."
"Hey! I eat rats for breakfast," Capper smiled and flashed his fangs at me.
"I like your style." I winked. He leaned in as though to whisper in my ear, but instead he gave me a fast peck on the cheek. I melted, "Faust," I breathed and felt all wiggly.
"We'll do it!" with gusto Capper burst into the room.
"Wonderful!" the commander looked straight at Sandy, "Get them on a vertiherd immediately."
(OMG! Blitz meets Capper huh? From My Little Pony the Movie. It seemed so perfect because a lot of the locations in that movie seem so apocalyptic. Also Capper is kinda hot. Well he's along for the ride so sit back and relax! It's good to be a good good Neigh-Boar. (Look that up on Google, that's a song from Fallout 4, as this story is based.)
So, looks like they're off to help the Steel Rangers. This is gonna get interesting. Guess they'll need to put off DDC for a bit though. But they've got an adventure on their hooves and I'd love to see some action between these two. It's good to set up a new dynamic, it'd suck if Blitzy was alone the entire time. Alright, see you next time! Love ya!
Brohoof! /)