Greetings everyone.
As promised due to the unforeseen delay of my previous FanFiction, I have decided to post this one instead.
Hopefully, my viewers will not be to disappointed. In the meantime, please rest assured that the final chapter of Gunray's Disposition is coming along nicely.
As you probably saw from the details, this story was originally only going to be one-chapter-long.
However, as I started writing I realised that there was a lot of potential with this story and that this would never fit into a single chapter.
As such I will expand upon it, and this story is now going to be roughly three to four chapters in length.
This time: - it's an Angel Beats story, and this one is special because this is my first ever Angel Beats story and depending upon the reception, I may write another Angel Beats FanFiction!
Now, I am pretty sure that some of you out there would like to know the finer details.
Well, here they are. Obviously, if you do not want to read them, please skip this part: -
Setting: Set after Angel Beats 1st Beat, this story takes place in an alternative universe where one of the routes from the visual novel is canon. Following the events in the afterlife, Otonashi has been reincarnated and is reunited with his long-lost love interest.
As they prepare to face their ultimate destiny, both reflect on how fate brought them together and how they ultimately reached the point where they are now.
Story Rating: This story is rated T for Teen owing to - mild language, suggestive themes, hospital scenes alongside references to abuse, alcohol, disabilities, operations and upcoming parenthood.
Also please be aware that a lot of speculation and proposed character history will take place within this story line, and that the characters might seem off from their original fan base. That is why this is only a FanFiction.
Couples: Otanoshi x Iwasawa, plus hints of Hinata x Yui.
If you do not agree with any of these, sorry but this is my story.
Before we get started, however, there is just time for a quick ...
Disclaimer: As always, any official characters, quotes etc. associated with this franchise belong to their rightful owners, who I wish to thank for creating in the first place.
... and now we can begin.
Please enjoy!
Updated: 26th June 2021
"Our lives were real! Not a single moment of them were fake! Everyone lived the best they could! We carved those memories into ourselves! Memories of living as hard as we could! No matter what kind they were, they're the life we led!"
Yuzuru Otonashi
Angel Beats Episode 6
Angel Beats: The Perfect Name
Chapter 1: Reunion
It was late evening, bordering on midnight. The stars shone brightly overhead. Twenty streetlamps hummed in the darkness, illuminating the empty side street. Otherwise, all was quiet in this small residential area. A few people had left their rubbish bins out to be collect the next morning, as light penetrated the scene from behind several drawn curtains, indicating that the house owners were still awake. Apart from that everything was silent and still.
The tranquillity of the night was broken by the squeaky grumbling of a garage door, creaking as a set of mechanical winches hoisted it off the driveway. This was followed by the muffled purring of a car's engine. A set of headlights lit up the relevant driveway and empty streets. With a soft hum, the car rolled gently down the driveway at a sedated pace. It made a quick right turn at the gateway then pulled up immediately adjacent to the building it had just vacated.
The interior alarm beeped in protest as the car's sole occupant exited the driver's seat and returned to the house, whilst leaving the engine running. A tall lean man in his late twenties, he chanced a glance at the back seat of the vehicle then approached the residency at a brisk pace. Taking a small fob from his pocket, he closed the garage door behind him, before making his way towards the front porch.
Standing on the porch was a young woman who was leaning against the sidewall for support. She was roughly the same age as the man approaching her. Eye's shining, she returned his affectionate smile.
"Are you ok?" Yuzuru Otonashi asked kindly as he came up alongside her. Taking one of her hands in one of his own, he used his other hand to make sure that the front door was securely locked.
"I am fine Yuzuru" Masami Otonashi reassured him for what must have been the sixteenth time that evening. "You left me here for about two minutes at least." The fingers of her left hand were slowly caressing his own, allowing the diamond studs on her golden ring to twinkle beneath the outside light.
Turning away from the door, Otonashi moved closer, placing his free hand on her right shoulder. "That doesn't stop me worrying about you" he said, before exchanging a passionate kiss with her. As they pulled apart, he amended his statement, "About both of you actually."
The pair looked downwards and with a small chuckle, the male Otonashi tenderly caressed his wife's belly, drawing a small laugh from her. With that, Yuzuru transferred an arm to his wife's shoulder.
"Thanks" Masami said gratefully as she leant against him for support. Turning their backs on the house they set off down the pathway at a slow steady pace. They both knew that it would be several hours before they re-entered that home again, days even and that when they did their lives would never be the same again.
Under normal circumstances, the walk to their car would have taken about twenty seconds at most, but these were not normal circumstances. It took about two minutes for them both to reach the vehicle and as Yuzuru leant forwards to open the side door, one hand still wrapped around his wife for support, Masami Otonashi breathed an inward sigh of relief. The cool night air had soothed the woman's warm, slightly itchy skin. One of her hands still rested against her swollen belly, a sure sign that she was expecting.
Slowly, Otonashi helped to lower his wife into the passenger seat, then strapped her in place. Masami watched as he walked around the car and soon joined her on the driver's side of the vehicle. As Yuzuru strapped himself in, he exchanged a final excited look with his wife.
This was it. After many years of waiting, their time had come. With that in mind, Yuzuru Otonashi put the car in gear and the pair set off for the hospital!
Twelve years earlier ...
Lightning streaked across the grey coloured sky, followed by the distant rumble of thunder. It was barely seven o'clock, but the dense overcast had transformed the dull miserable day into premature night. Thick black puddles coated the streets, which continued to grow in size as heavy raindrops pelted the city, driven harder by the bone chilling wind.
Dozens of men, women and children marched or jogged along the saturated pavement, making for the shelter of nearby bus stations, small cafes, restaurants and indoor markets. Most supported thick heavy raincoats that were already drenched through. Others held sturdy umbrella's over their heads, that blotted out the worst of the rain, but offered little protection against the biting winds. Those lacking the protection of either of these items were forced to cross their arms directly over their heads, or else utilise their briefcases to minimal effect.
One person however, trudged along the pavement in an uncaring manner, paying no attention to the storm. Wrapped in a thin overcoat and scarf, Yuzuru Otonashi walked down the pavement at a serene steady pace. His gaze was turned downwards to avoid the sporadic raindrops and the chilling winds. He held a thin umbrella in one hand and a can of coffee in the other, which he took sipped sporadically as he ambled slowly down the walkway. Slung across his back was a large sports bag, which judging from its size was crammed to bursting point. This probably contributing to his steady march.
A car sped past, driving through a thick deep puddle which showered Otonashi and several other pedestrians. Many people cried out in shock, before turning to curse the disappearing driver. Yuzuru Otonashi was not one of them. Some people then took their anger out on him, shouting at him to move aside or else for him to get a move on when he obstructed their way. Yuzuru offered no apology or retort and simply kept on walking. Above the sound of the storm Otonashi could hear the faint sound of music, but he paid it little attention.
As he drained the last of his drink Otonashi gagged, before following it up with a loud retching cough. He raised an arm and held it over his mouth whilst steadying himself, thinking at first that a little of the drink had gone down the wrong way. As he crunched the empty can up in his hand however, he began to recognise the symptoms. Despite his double layers, Otonashi's clothes were thin and like everybody else's they were drenched through. Although his face felt warm, his body started to shiver with cold. This coupled with his coughing from a few seconds earlier was an indication that he was starting to come down with something, probably a cold.
'Great,' Otonashi thought miserably to himself as he trudged further along the path, 'that's all I need.'
What else could he expect though? He had spent most of his day walking down random streets with no destination in mind. Noticing a set of vending machines beneath a small overhang across the road, Otonashi altered course. He had been out in this storm when it started two hours ago, Otonashi realised as he crossed at a zebra crossing. Was it any wonder then that he was starting to feel ill?
The rain stopped abruptly as he walked underneath the small overhang sheltering the vendors. Dropping his umbrella to one side, Otonashi threw the crushed can into a nearby bin and went about purchasing a new one, taking relief from the temporary shelter.
'What do you expect though' he thought sullenly, now shivering noticeably as he entered the pin number and the relevant can dropped from its shelf into the holder. 'Life has been unfair to me so far. Why should now be any different?' He retrieved his new drink, opened it up and took a long grateful sip.
There was another flash of lightning and a loud clap of thunder, but Otonashi barely reacted, having grown accustomed to it these past few hours. Turning his back on the vending machines he leant up against them lazily, as another fitting cough racked his body. This area offered temporary shelter but was not a permanent solution. Gazing absentmindedly along the high-street Otonashi took note of his surroundings. The streets were virtually empty now, but a few people still ran about here and there. Occasionally a car whizzed past along the vacated roads, but nobody stuck around for too long. Apart from the rain, the only other sounds came from the building opposite his own. Separated by a narrow pathway, a young woman was strumming what sounded like a guitar.
Turning back to the situation at hand, Otonashi contemplated for the millionth time what he was going to do? Again, no answers came to mind. The night would be setting in earnest soon and Otonashi knew that he had to find shelter by then, or else he would get even sicker than he already was.
This he realised was one of the disadvantages of not having any friends to turn too. As he scooped up his umbrella however, Otonashi accepted that he had nobody to blame but himself for that particular predicament. It had been a long time since Yuzuru Otonashi had had any real friends.
Deciding to take advantage of what little shelter he could get, Otonashi made his way towards the structure's perimeter. He then crossed the small space that separated the two buildings at a run not even bothering to unfold his umbrella. Judging by the look of things he was standing underneath another set of apartment blocks. Not too far away, the young woman was still singing.
Nobody else was there, it was just the two of them. Thinking it best not to linger Otonashi walked right past the guitarist without looking at her. She must have had her eyes closed, because she continued to play without greeting him. She appeared to be caught up in her lyrics, as she continued singing without breaking rhythm. If she was playing in order to make a few coins or to entertain people she didn't appear to be having a lot of luck, since the place was deserted. Yet this did not appear to phase or deter her in the slightest.
Otonashi walked on, until he stood at the buildings perimeter. Sticking his head out, he glanced down the high street again, whilst taking another sip of coffee. Most of the shops and cafes had blanked windows, indicating that they were either closed or had power outages. No good in either case, as he would be forced to leave in due course. Sighing slightly, he withdrew his head back beneath the canopy. Otonashi then glanced down at the coat pocket where his wallet was stored. Nope, he lamented, hotel rooms were also out of the question; he did not have enough money even for a single night's stay. Feeling even more miserable, he glanced around and noticed a small alleyway across the street that was dark and grimy. Here his medical expertise kicked in and Otonashi immediately dismissed the idea. He sighed dejectedly, as another racking cough took over. The only other possibility now was a youth hostel, but Otonashi was keen to avoid those unless absolutely necessary.
'Besides' he thought sadly, compressing his beverage can slightly, 'I'm not even sure where the nearest one is.' Alternative options no longer presented themselves.
Seeking some form of distraction, he took another swig of coffee, coughing a few times as his illness gradually took over. Lost and alone, Yuzuru Otonashi took to staring blankly out at the rain-soaked ground in front of him. There was another flash of lightning followed almost immediately by a loud clap of thunder, which reflected his mood perfectly.
As the rumbling died down, the guitarist's tune caught Otonashi's ears and with nothing better to do, he started listening to the song. The chorus resonated through Otonashi's being and a small smile touched his features. As he listened, Yuzuru realised that he was starting to like this tune. Whoever this singer was, she was clearly very good and passionate about what she was doing. She had to be in order to play out in a storm like this.
His smile slowly vanished however, as he started paying more attention to the lyrics and was replaced by a look of shocked comprehension. He had heard this song before somewhere. Not on the radio or at the music store, not even on a television programme. As far as he knew, this song had never been published. Yet Otonashi could have sworn that he had heard it before.
After a moment's recollection, he realised that it meant something to him personally. Somebody had sung this to him in a previous lifetime. Not only that, but now that he listened, the woman's voice sounded hauntingly familiar!
No. It couldn't be ...
Otonashi turned slowly on the spot and looked upon the guitarist clearly for the first time. A small gasp escaped from between his lips, his eyes widened slightly and his body went rigid. Otonashi's arms suddenly went limp, causing the coffee can to fall to his side and spill its contents all over the concrete floor. A second later, it had slipped from his grasp, hitting the pavement with a loud clunk.
It was this unexpected sound, which finally distracted the musician. Still swaying to the momentum of her jig, she opened her eyes and shot a curious, but disapproving look in his direction. Her smiled faded slightly to indicate her annoyance, but a second later she flinched visibly.
The song died off immediately as her fingers stilled on the instrument's strings. For a moment, the two teenagers stared at each other. Then, she turned slowly on the spot in order to get a better look at him. The expression on her face was an exact replica of Otonashi's own. For the span of six or seven heartbeats they stood rooted to the spot, as still and silent as statues. Otonashi's burgundy eyes met her vermillion ones.
Then slowly, the woman breathed "Otonashi?"
Lightening flashed overhead. There was another clap of thunder as he whispered "Iwasawa?"
The pair did not hug, they did not kiss or share any joy at the moment of their reunion. In fact, Otonashi barely even remembered what happened. All he knew was that twenty minutes later, he was sitting in Iwasawa's apartment on her sofa, with a thick blanket draped across his shoulders. The rain continued to pour down heavily outside.
Meanwhile, Iwasawa was bustling around the small kitchen. "You shouldn't have been out in the storm like that. Not for as long as you were" she said by way of reprimand. Coughing loudly, Otonashi thought he could detect a tinge of unease in her voice. He turned to say something, but ultimately decided against it. More than anything else, he was extremely grateful to her for bringing him here.
Beneath the thick blanket, his shivering had abated slightly, though his skin was now irritable and itchy. Wrapping the blanket even more securely around himself, Otonashi shut his eyes and closed himself off to the world momentarily. He heard the sound of a door opening, followed by the tinkling of china. Then came the sound of pouring and the next thing he knew Iwasawa was standing in front of him.
"Here" she said crisply and he opened his eyes to see her holding out a steaming mug of cocoa. "It will warm you up, unless you want to stay cold."
"Thanks" Otonashi said gratefully as he took the mug from her with both hands. Warm instantly coursed through his fingers, as he lifted the ceramic to his lips. He drained a quarter of the liquid in one gulp. Nothing in his life food or beverage wise, would ever taste better than that one single mouthful.
"There's more on the stove if you want some" Iwasawa added gesturing behind him with her own mug. Otonashi grunted by way of acknowledgement, then gazed absentmindedly at the floor clutching the steaming cup to his chest for warmth. There was an awkward silence.
Over the rim of her own mug, Iwasawa surveyed Otonashi pitifully, noticing how drenched he was and how sorry he was looking for himself. At her request, he had removed his scarf and overcoat, both of which now hung over a radiator in the far corner. Beneath the blanket she had made him sit on a folded-up towel, so that he didn't saturate the sofa any more than necessary.
Draining the last of her drink, Iwasawa set the cup down on one of the small coffee tables and went to retrieve something from her storage cupboard. She returned a minute later with another blanket and a thick towel in hand. Without waiting for an acknowledgement, she threw the other blanket around him then began rubbing the towel roughly across his scalp.
"What are you doing?" Otonashi asked completely taken aback, not just by Iwasawa's actions but by her proximity as well.
"Look at you, you're so cold and wet. I thought this might help" she explained as she carried on ruffling his hair.
Otonashi offered no further protest but she could have sworn she heard him mutter "I can take care of it myself" in a quiet, almost inaudible voice. Iwasawa ignored him, but stopped a few moments later, satisfied that she had taken care of the worst of it.
As she pulled away, Iwasawa realised that his hair was now spiky, making him look like a large orange hedgehog. The effect was almost comical and Iwasawa offered a small laugh as the towel dropped to one side. Otonashi reached up with one hand and brushed his hair back into place without smiling. He then turned his gaze upwards and meet her stare. Iwasawa's smile vanished slightly.
Another awkward silence followed, in which the two of them studied each other properly for the first time. The rain continued to pelt against the windows, but neither of two teenagers knew what to say. Their minds were racing with too many turbulent emotions and questions. The mere fact that they had recognised each other was testament to the fact that they had both retained their memories of the events in the 'afterlife'.
The silence was broken by Otonashi, who unleashed another bought of fitful coughing. Iwasawa's eyes widened as she knelt in front of him. One of her hands gripped his shoulder. "Are you sure you're ok?"
His response was a very unconvincing "Yeah-yeah I'll be alright" followed by a small smile. Otonashi's face scrunched up slightly, as he tried to fight off a gnawing headache. He opened his eyes to find Iwasawa looking at him sceptically.
"Sometimes I just forget that this isn't the afterlife and that our bodies aren't as invincible as they once were." His sentiment was followed by another hacking cough. Despite the warm blankets, he was still shivering.
It was their first reference to the afterlife, but in the heat of the moment Iwasawa brushed it off. "I've got some medicine in the cupboard over there if you would like some" she said nodding towards the kitchen.
"No!" Otonashi said quickly. "No, thanks, Iwasawa. It's alright I'm just a little cold at the moment, I'll be alright soon" he lied knowingly. "I really don't want to be a hindrance to you. So, if it's all the same to you I think I will just warm up here for a little while and then be on my way." There was another clap of thunder, then Otonashi realised something.
"You are still called Iwasawa Masami aren't you?" he asked hesitantly.
"Yes" she replied with a small nod, caught off guard slightly by the sudden change of subject. "Yes, I am still Iwasawa Masami and you're still called Otonashi aren't you?" When he nodded, she asked curiously "And your first name?"
This made Otonashi remember that because of his amnesia, he had been unable to recall his given name during the time they had previously spent together. "Yuzuru" came the simple response. "My full name is Otonashi Yuzuru. Same as it was in my previous lifetime."
"Good to know," she said with what could only be described as mild interest. "Because now that's settled, I'd like to ask you something." Otonashi watched as Iwasawa stood up and placed her hands on her hips, glaring at him intently. "Yuzuru Otonashi, what the hell do you think you are playing at?" she asked angrily, her voice rising with each word.
"I brought you all the way back here half frozen and you're telling me that you're honestly thinking of going back out in a storm like that?" She gestured at the window where the thunderstorm was still raging. There was another flash of lightning.
"I told you that I don't want to be of any further hindrance to you" he offered meekly without meeting her eye.
Sighing Masami knelt down in front of him again. "I am already involved" she pointed out, her expression softening slightly. "So, do you really think that matters to me right now? The most important thing right now is your health. You are absolutely drenched, clearly unwell and look as if you have walked a thousand miles. Why did you not catch a bus or get a lift back home?"
Her reproachful attitude disappeared when she saw Otonashi's reaction. His face had gone very pale and his facial expression was suddenly very tense, almost fearful. He looked anywhere except directly at her and hugged the blankets even more tightly around himself. Iwasawa's face blanked slightly and her raised hands dropped to her side as she recognised that she had touched upon a very delicate subject.
Before she could offer an apology though, Otonashi said in a slightly dejected voice "I don't have a home to go back to and I didn't have a destination in mind." That confession shocked Iwasawa, causing her to stare at him perturbed. Without giving her time to dwell on it Otonashi added, "Besides, you were out there, in those icy cold conditions without an umbrella or anything else to protect you!"
Iwasawa stared at him reproachfully for a second, then a small smile tugged at her lips. "That was different," she said in a mildly dismissive manner. "Unlike you, I was suitably dressed" she reminded him. "I also 'planned' my outing, making sure that I was out of the rain the entire time. I took shelter beneath that overhang before even setting up my equipment. I was also careful to make sure that I was within walking distance of my apartment. You on the other hand have been exposed to those elements for hours."
Otonashi avoided her gaze since he had no retort. Shaking her head slightly with a small smile, Iwasawa then asked "What sort of friend would I be if I let you go now?"
His head shot up and he looked directly at her, staring into her crimson eyes, his heart skipping several beats. Otonashi's blood suddenly felt like it was on fire and he was sure that his cheeks were starting to turn scarlet. This was their first meeting across two separate lifetimes and Iwasawa was already referring to him as her friend. Not only that, but her concern for him was evident.
Iwasawa closed her eyes, still shaking her head slightly, amused at his stupidity. Opening her eyes, she bent over the sports bag, which now rested at Otonashi's feet. "Did you remember to pack any spare clothes in here, Mr Scatter Brain?" she asked as she undid the zipper without Otonashi's permission.
Before he could do anything except offer a slight protest, Iwasawa drew away slightly, her face twisted in disgust. "Never mind. Looks like everything in here is as wet as you are." She pulled on the collar of a white shirt for emphasis, lifting it up between a forefinger and thumb. True to her word the white fabric was almost transparent.
Otonashi's expression soured slightly as he thought about the clothes, textbooks and electronic devices stored within the satchel. Before he could dwell too much on it however, he started coughing again. Steadying himself he noticed Iwasawa was staring at him in a way which blatantly said 'I told you so!' Otonashi looked in the opposite direction, frowning slightly, more annoyed with himself than Iwasawa. She was right, he had been very reckless.
With a small sigh, Iwasawa shook her head again. "I'll need to get the clothes rack out," she said letting the shirt fall, speaking more to herself than to Otonashi. Pushing herself to her feet, Iwasawa turned towards Otonashi, who glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. A kind smile present on her features, Iwasawa reached underneath the blanket and took one of his saturated sleeves in both of her hands.
"Come on," she said pulling him tenderly to his feet, "I've got a spare futon, so you can spend the night here." Otonashi's eyes widened slightly, but he said nothing as she led him away from the sofa. "The previous tenant also left some spare clothes here, which I have been meaning to throw away. Fortunately for you, I never got round to it" she laughed slightly. "I'll see if I can find something in there that can fit you, whilst the rest of your stuff is drying."
Otonashi gaped at her but didn't say anything as she led him through the apartment, taken aback by the certainty and unexpectedness of it all. He glanced downwards, noticing that Iwasawa's arms were still wrapped delicately around his own and that she herself was standing close to him. Otonashi's cheeks suddenly became very warm, causing him to realise just how cold the rest of his body was. Without thinking, Otonashi ran his eyes shamelessly over her figure again, eyes settling upon Iwasawa's face. His heartstrings tightened as he recognised it as the face of someone he had once adored and loved.
Iwasawa opened one of the doors and flicked a switch on the wall to reveal a small, neatly made bathroom, which was dominated by the sink in one corner and the bath in the other. "Come on Mr Sloppy Pants," she said, still clutching his arm as she pointed at the tub. "Run yourself a nice hot bath and warm yourself through. Shampoo and moisturisers are up there" she said pointing them out. "Leave those wet clothes in a pile by the door and I will put them in the wash for you".
Otonashi's eyes widened at the implications of what she was saying. "But then … I'll be left standing here with no -" He couldn't finish the sentence.
Iwasawa flushed a little at the suggestion. "There are some spare towels up there," she added hastily, pointing next to the sink, "but if it is any consolation, I won't come in how does that sound?" Otonashi gave a small nod, his cheeks reddening as he glanced in the direction of the bathtub. It was Iwasawa's turn to run her eyes shamelessly over his body. She added, in an almost sly tone "Your body shape appears to be the same as it was the last time we met. So, it's not as if it's anything that I haven't seen before."
Otonashi looked at her, his entire face crimson. Recognising that now was probably not the best time to reminisce, Iwasawa turned back to the matter at hand, a noticeable blush present on her cheeks. "Leave your wet clothes in a pile by the door and I will swap them over. Make sure to have a good long soak. That should give me time to set your bed up and prepare a nice hot drink to go down with your medicine."
She released his arm before turning to leave, but Otonashi reached out and stopped her. "Iwasawa?" she paused, turning to look at him. "Why are you doing this. You don't have to go to all this trouble?"
For a moment, they just stared at each other, in absolute silence. Then Iwasawa explained: "I know I don't have to Yuzuru, but I want too." This was followed by another short silence.
Then Iwasawa reached out and slowly disentangled herself from Otonashi, the flesh of her hand momentarily rubbing against his own. "Besides my offer doesn't come without a price" she added with a sly grin. "You are the first person I have encountered since leaving the afterlife," she explained pointing a finger at him. "In exchange for all of this, you are going to tell me about everything that happened once I had left. I am especially keen to hear about what happened to Girl's Dead Monster and whether you lot were able to defeat Tenshi."
The matter was closed, Otonashi realised that. Without another word Iwasawa turned her back on him and stepped out of the bathroom. Pausing at the door, she turned to look back at him and said "Straighten yourself up Mr Amnesiac and we'll talk more about this when you are ready" before closing the door behind her.
Otonashi watched her go with an awed expression. With another small cough, he slid the latch across, then started running a nice warm bath. As he stepped into the hot water however, the full complexity of his situation fell upon him like a ton of bricks. Less than an hour ago Yuzuru Otanoshi had faced the very real prospect of spending the night out there, alone on the streets. Now however, he was going to be spending the night in the home and company of a person that he had loved!
End of Chapter 1
Ok, everybody!
How's that for a first instalment.
Please, let me know what you all think. As always I accept any comments and welcome any R & R's.
As mentioned I will finish Gunray's Disposition next, and start writing Chapter 2 for Angel and the Demon in conjunction with this one.
Take care and I will see you all later!