Commander John Shepard

After I had some time to calm down, I gathered the ground team in the comm room. EDI had more information than just the IFF to tell us about. Once everyone had arrived, I began.

"First order of business, an explanation. TIM, in all his infinite stupidity, was under the impression that despite knowing the ship was a trap, not telling us would somehow help us put on an act to convince the Collectors we were falling for it. I honestly have no idea how he thought the Collectors would expect us to enter their ship."

"He didn't sell us out, Commander. And-" Miranda began.

"Come on, Miranda. Don't bullshit yourself. How many years have you been one of his top dogs? How different would you have gone into that ship compared to Shepard, knowing or not about a trap?" Jacob stopped her. She frowned and glared at her cohort.

"Clearly it wouldn't have made a difference whether he told us or not," she retorted.

"It makes every difference. All in principle. Moving on, though, as I do not have the patience to go off on this again," I traded glares with Lawson. "EDI pulled some good data out of the ship. What we need next to go through Omega-4, is a special IFF that the Collector ships, and Reapers, carry."

"Great. Seems a little late for that," Jack remarked bitterly.

"In her defense, she only got that information after we had already left the ship. And besides, we couldn't exactly stick around any longer to find it. Solution? Cerberus found the weapon that shot the projectile that made the Great Rift of Klendagon. They're finding the target now, and are almost certain it was a Reaper. They find what's left, find the IFF, we pick it up." I explained. "EDI, you had something else?"

"Yes, Commander. I have also determined the approximate location of the Collector home world based on navigation data from their vessel." EDI's hologram was then replaced by the galaxy map, with an indicator to show just where the location is. My eyes widened a little when I saw.

"That can't be right," Miranda murmured.

"Really? With everything going on you find that hard to believe?" Garrus remarked.

"If this was a VI, I could suspect a glitch. But an AI? Besides, while difficult, it wouldn't be impossible," Tali added.

"Agreed. Not likely for home world to be within the galactic core. More black holes, neutron stars, than functioning 'living' stars, though most in final stages of life. Still, not impossible. More likely artificial station. Powerful mass effect fields, radiation shields," Mordin mused.

"A wise defense, placing oneself in a territory few would dare to venture," Samara stated.

"Regardless, we're waiting to hear back from TIM about the IFF. So, right now, we're heading back to the Citadel. Jack, this time I'll get a chance to secure… resources for your request. If anyone else has any last requests, whatever that they want or need to do before the IFF, before the relay, I'd like to just make sure we get them all done beforehand." I gestured at the group. "Anyone have anything at the moment? Raise your hands." Garrus and Jacob did.

"Jacob can go first. I want to talk to you about mine alone." I raised a brow at Jacob. He just shrugged.

"Anyone who doesn't have anything to ask for yet is dismissed." The ground team took their leave, and Jacob began.

"I don't want to make this long. The other night I got pinged by a ghost. Got an update about the Hugo Gernsback, the ship my father served on, then went MIA. Last week, it sent an SOS about a crash and requesting a rescue. Thing is? That ship went MIA ten years ago. Three years before that I had stopped talking to him. I've buried everything but a body," Jacob shook his head.

"What was the ship's task?"

"A privately held frigate. Sent to survey 1275 Aeia. It wasn't so far out of comm buoy range that an SOS would take ten years."

"So you want to see if he's alive?" I asked. It seems obvious that he does, but he clearly doesn't have great relations with him. Jacob sighed.

"I don't have bad memories of him, he wasn't around enough. The wound is old, well healed. But if he's alive and needs help…" he sighed again. "I don't know." He looked back up. "Finally, distress calls aren't normally routed to the Normandy, not when we aren't in range of receiving the call ourselves. This was passed to me directly through Cerberus filters." That's strange alright.

"We'll investigate, it might take a bit of time, but we'll get there."

"That's all I can ask, Shepard. Thank you. I'll leave you two to talk." Jacob took his leave, and the door closed behind him.

"You found him, didn't you?" I asked. Garrus released a breath he had been holding. He was tense.

"I'm close. He's somewhere on Zakera Ward, and someone called Fade likely helped him disappear. I just need to set up a meeting, and I can find him," Garrus explained.

"Consider it done."

Commander John Shepard

We were back on the Citadel and the meeting was set. Soon after our arrival, in fact. At a warehouse in the Neon Markets of Zakera. Allegedly, Wisp was a kind of proxy to determine if the requests for disappearances would have the credits to back it up before passing it along to Fade. Now, because the meeting would probably be called off if an armed and armored Turian and Human walked in, so instead, we had another plan. We fabricated and bullshitted a story that put Tali as a pilgrim turned to less than legal means who bit off more than they could chew. 'Selia,' would enter, still with a shotgun on her back, which they would probably overlook. The moment Fad would enter view, and we were watching through Tali's helmet cam, Garrus and I would rush through the door and take him down for questioning.

As for Tali's health, we hadn't heard so much as a sniffle as we made our way to the warehouse. And as for the shield tech? Gabby, Kenn, and Ken have been given ten designs that passed the simulations, and a blank check for getting the materials to build all ten of them, then test.

Garrus' Omni-tool got a message. 'Come in,' it read. That's her cue. We quickly double checked the helmet cam, still working just fine. Tali left her right hand hovering by the butt of her shotgun as she walked in, eyes probably darting around to help put up the act. She entered, and the warehouse was surprisingly sparse, and small. Two Krogan, smaller than the average. One leaned up against the right wall, one against some crates in front. Both stood straight as 'Selia' came in and stared at them both. The second nodded in the direction of a smaller set of crates to the left. From behind, wobbled a Volus in a dark exo-suit with yellow lines.

"Fade?" Tali asked feigning nerves. The Volus nodded, the Krogan filling in behind him.

"So, you want to disappear." With that, Garrus and I opened and burst through the door, weapons trained on the Krogan first, as Tali pulled out her shotgun and aimed at Fade.

"How about you make someone reappear?" Garrus asked. The Krogan were sluggish. They hadn't even gotten their weapons out when they got behind fade. And now they were staring down the barrels of our guns. The Volus nervously glanced up at the Krogan towering over him.

"Paycheck or lives?" I asked. The Krogan glanced between one another, and turned, heading towards another exit.

"What's the point of hiring protection if they won't even protect you?" The Volus grumbled.

"Count yourself lucky we're after a client and not you," I remarked.

"Not mine! Not mine! I'm not Fade! I just work for him! I-I'm Wisp!"

"Figures," Garrus muttered. "Would be too easy otherwise." Garrus got down and put the barrel of his rifle at the Volus' chin. "Then where the hell is Fade?"

"I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything! But can I- can I get protection? Actual protection? I don't want to die!" I wasn't happy. I was concerned. Garrus was getting aggressive. But, maybe it's just to intimidate him. I know Sidonis really got to him.

"We can drop you off at C-Sec, witness protection." The Volus took two very deep wheezes to calm itself down.

"Thank you. Ok. He's in the factory district. The old prefab foundry. Not the one in use now, but the one waiting to get renovated. Here," The Volus opened his Omni-tool and showed the address. "He's got a lot of mercs. Blue Suns. Harkin thinks they're protecting him." Wait, what?

"So the slime ball gets fired and uses insider knowledge to go full-time bastard," Garrus remarks. "Come on. C-Sec will hold onto you in case we don't find Fade." We left the warehouse guiding the Volus along to a C-Sec station. Not like one of their precincts scattered about, rather an 'outpost.' A handful of officers with a few holding cells. Gave them a brief explanation and to let Captain Bailey know of our involvement. Then, with Garrus' permission, I sent Kasumi a message requesting she join us at a nearby skycar rental station. She responded quickly, met up with us, and we made the short term rental and off we went, Garrus taking the wheel. A few minutes later, he found and touched us down in front of the warehouse. A pair of Blue Suns were standing guard but hadn't raised their weapons at us, suspecting business. But coincidentally, a familiar face had just finished some business or other outside, and stopped, turning around just as we touched down. The skycar doors opened, and we stepped out. Harkin was suspicious, to say the least.

"Harkin. Long time no see," Garrus greeted coldly, reaching for his weapon, as were the rest of us.

"Garrus?! Shoot them you idiots!" He shouted at the Blue Suns as he ran into the warehouse. We, fortunately, were faster on the draw and put them down. We rushed to follow Harkin, just barely seeing him swerve around a corner, a pair of LOKI mechs powering up, while Harkin shouted at more men to shoot us. Naturally, the LOKI mechs were easily put down before they could unfold and stand, but we took it a bit slower around the corner, while Kasumi just cloaked and took a better position. The moment we heard her fire, we came around to see mercs in the process of turning around, only to leave the back of their heads vulnerable to bullets. That went about as well for them as could be imagined, and we kept moving into a larger portion of the warehouse, which was powered and active with machinery. He must be bribing supervisors in the area to ignore the power draw. The crates stored no small amount of contraband.

We saw him running, gaining ground along a path to the right, with mercs frantically trying to shove crates into cover and makeshift barricades. Kasumi just cloaked again and went on ahead while we followed behind, trying to hurry without leaving giant targets on our asses. A few more LOKIs were torn apart like paper, as well as a few Blue Suns who were not at all prepared to actually fight anyone in the warehouse. Honestly, it's a little underwhel-oh.

A YMIR mech was carried over by a drone and then dropped about a dozen meters ahead, standing straight the moment it landed.

"I'll just take this," Kasumi stated behind me, cloaked, pulling a grenade from my belt and waving it in front of my face, the woman still cloaked. So all I saw was a floating grenade with a shimmer in the air by it, before she took off towards the YMIR, the rest of us taking cover. She primed it, shoved it in a nick in its torso plate, and ran to cover. It detonated and shredded the mech. We kept moving forward into what seemed to be a break room. There was a coffee machine, microwave and fridge, sink, vidscreen, sofa, and an entrance to a bathroom, and a window to the far side of the warehouse.

"What is Harkin up to…" Garrus murmured. He stepped to the window and surveyed the area ahead. Crates, and Harkin finished his run to what could only be the supervisor's office overlooking the area. A small handful of mercs moved mechs around. "He always was a pain in the ass." It seemed Garrus would rather watch for the moment than rush them. Maybe psych them out a bit. "But I don't have the patience for his games. If he doesn't talk, I'll make him. Beat him within an inch of his life," his voice got low, barely audible at the end.

This is less and less of the Garrus I know. I was ok, if not fully approving, of killing Sidonis before. But not like this.

"Garrus-" I began.

"I know what you're going to say, Shepard," he cut me off without turning to look at me. "I can't let him get away from me. For my men. This is personal. I'll pull the trigger, and I'll live with the consequences." I kept silent, for now. Garrus pushed himself away from the window and took a deep breath. "Let's mop this up." We exited the break room, and platforms of the warehouse had raised, and the Blue Suns and mechs tried to use elevation to their advantage. Kasumi cloaked, and likely went to lessen that advantage. In the meantime, it was just slowing the three of us down. Tali made use of her hot-pink drone, Garrus and I fired our weapons, advancing when and where we could. But Kasumi, when she found her position, was able to split their attention two ways, virtually ruining their odds of survival. Then, as we climbed some of the platforms, two drones dropped off a pair of YMIR mechs.

"Shep! Over here!" Kasumi de-cloaked behind cover and called out. I tossed her a grenade from my belt, without priming it, of course, leaving myself with just one. So, I pulled out my rocket launcher and waited for the MG to overheat and cool down. It lined up perfectly with the detonation of the other mech, allowing Garrus, Tali, and Kasumi to launch a barrage of tech attacks, and a single rocket tore through the armor, yet the mech was still online. A second changed that. With the area clear, we made our way up towards the supervisor's office. Tali, Kasumi, and I towards the left entrance, Garrus to the right. We entered first, weapons trained on Harkin who raised his hands and started backing away towards the right.

"Not close enough," he smirked cockily. The door behind him opened, and he spun, wide-eyed, to see Garrus, who greeted him by bashing him right on the nose with the butt of his rifle. Harking cried out in pain, hands grasping at his nose as Garrus pressed his forearm against Harkin's neck, and pinned him against the wall, staring him right in the face. Harkin's hands went down, his nose very bloody, and very clearly broken.

"So, Fade. Couldn't make yourself disappear this time."

"Come on, Garrus," Harkin began. The sleaze just dripping from his voice. "We can work this out. Whaddaya need?"

"I'm looking for someone." Harkin grinned in response.

"Well, I guess we both have something the other wants." Garrus kneed Harkin right in the gut, knocking the air out of his lungs, and his legs went limp, just being kept up by Garrus' hold. I took off my helmet.

"You're not exactly in a place to negotiate," I remarked.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Harkin muttered. "Of course the news was right this once."

"Let's try this again. You helped a friend of mine disappear. I need to find him."

"Wow, I can absolutely narrow it down from there," Harkin retorted, voice heavy with sarcasm.

"Sidonis. Turian. Came here from Elysium. Omega sometime before that," Garrus answered. Harkin chuckled.

"Yeah, I know the guy. And I ain't telling you shit."

"You really think that's the smart answer?" Kasumi remarked.

"I don't give out client information. Bit bad for business, you know?" Garrus' browplates furrowed.

"You know what else is bad for business?" Garrus kneed him in the stomach again, and as Harkin collapsed, he placed his boot on the man's neck, Harkin struggling to push it off. "A broken neck."

"Fine! Fine! Fucking fine," Harkin struggled. "Get the fuck off me!" Garrus pushed his foot down a bit harder, making Harkin gag, before releasing him. Jesus, man. Harkin gasped and pushed himself off the ground. "Terminus really changed you, huh?" Garrus was silent a moment.

"Arrange a meeting." There was a comm terminal nearby. Harkin got to his feet, and, surrounding him, we followed him there. He made a few keystrokes to get to contacts, a few more to get Sidonis. The call began, and was answered just seconds later.

"Fade?" A garbled Turian voice asked.

"Yeah, it's me. There's a chance your identity may be compromised." Garrus was seething just at the sound of his voice.

"Shit. Shit, is he here?"

"I don't fucking know. One of my contacts in C-sec said they heard your name being asked for. I'm sending an agent. Where do you want to meet?"

"Orbital Lounge. Midday today."

"I'll have a guy there. Don't worry, I got it covered." The call ended, and Harkin turned back. "Happy? Cuz I'll be going." He began to turn when Garrus grabbed him by the collar.

"I don't think so. You're a criminal now, Harkin."

"So what? You going to kill me, Garrus? That's not your style," Harkin smirked. They held the stare for a moment

"No. But I don't mind slowing you down a little," Garrus pulled out his pistol and aimed it at Harkin's knee. I slapped the barrel of the gun down and it fired, digging into the ground as Harkin jumped back into the wall.

"Don't. Do it," I urged, keeping my voice calm. Staring my furious friend in his blazing eyes. "You don't need to. We can cart him off to C-sec now." Garrus let out a deep breath through his nose, and closed his eyes. When they opened, they were calmer. The fire was still there, but not out of control. Garrus put his pistol back in its holster.

"It's your lucky day."

"Yeah," Harkin grinned. "I hope we can do this again reaaaaaaal soon."

Garrus launched his head forward, his thick forehead plates impacting right on Harkin's face, particularly on his already broken nose. He cried out in pain and fell to the ground again. I raised a brow.

"I didn't shoot him," he answered. I gotta admit, this is painful. I don't feel like I'm working with Garrus right now. But someone else. I picked Harkin up and dragged him behind us back to the car, shoving him in the trunk as we got in.

I took the wheel this time, and it was dead silent. I brought us to a parking area right next to Captain Bailey's C-Sec precinct. The civvies found themselves both trying to avoid looking at us, but staring. As for the officers, more than a handful sent a few jeers his way.

"Got a scumbag for you, Bailey. Fade," I stated. Bailey had clearly recognized the man as Harkin, but there was more recognition at the name of Fade.

"Good. Good, I'll be glad to put this one behind bars."

"Bailey, I don't know the names, but a pair of officers on the ward got me the intel on him. I don't know their names, but Nelson Waring contacted them for me. If you can see that they get some credit for this…" Garrus trailed off.

"Sure, I'll see to it. Thanks Shepard. Garrus." I nodded in reply. As we were heading back to the car, I let Kasumi know she was free to go, but that we'd be heading back to the Normandy first. I need to get in civvie clothes to draw Sidonis out. She didn't comment on anything, but she would later, I'm sure.

We drove the skycar to the Normandy, and just parked it in the cargo bay. Via Omni-tool, I sent Tali a message, asking that she'd still come along. I think it might help. She just shot me a nod as Garrus parked the vehicle. Kasumi and I took our leave, the former without returning later. I took off my armor and under suit and returned in a plain dark shirt and jeans. I took the passenger seat, and we departed towards the lounge.

"Garrus, I'm saying this as your best friend. Your brother. I'm worried about you. You were hard on Wisp; you were very hard on Harkin…"

"You don't think he deserved it?" Garrus asked with a scoff.

"It doesn't matter. It's not like you. I remember the choice you made with Saleon. And choices following that. Even everything you told me about Omega. You wouldn't have done it." Garrus was silent a moment.

"What do you want from me, Shepard? What would you do if someone betrayed you?"

"I don't know. But I wouldn't let it change me. Nor would I want it to change me."

"I would have said the same thing before it happened to me," Garrus muttered. I put a hand on his shoulder.

"Garrus, it's not too late. You don't have to just… murder him in cold blood."

"Who's going to bring Sidonis to justice if I don't?" Garrus glared at me. "Nobody else knows what he's done. Nobody else cares."

"We care, Garrus. We wouldn't be here if we didn't," Tali spoke gently. Garrus was silent. His bandaged mandible twitching behind the cloth. He was blinking rapidly, his body stiff.

"Let me talk to him." Garrus sighed in response.

"Talk all you want, but it won't change my mind." There, right there, a flicker. The way I'm reading Garrus, and I'm sure I'm reading him right, the part of him that's letting me talk to him wants to have his mind changed. He's just too torn and distraught and angry right now. "That man saw every man and woman he and I fought with, bled with, made Omega better with, and thought that credits or whatever were more valuable. He deserves to die." Garrus took another deep breath. We were almost there now, and he was taking us into a sub-level parking. An overlook to turn into a sniper post. "I appreciate the concern, Shepard. But I'm not you."

"And this isn't you either, Garrus."

"Isn't it? I always hated injustice. The thought of Sidonis getting away with this… Why should he go on living while ten good people lie dead, four of them in unmarked coffins drifting in space? Words aren't going to solve this." Before I could respond, Garrus continued. "I need to set up," he stated as the skycar came to a stop. He took a moment to glance around before he found one. "Right over there. A clean shot," he pointed to an area with the rafters looking out over the area just in front of the lounge. He'd technically be over the entrance to the lounge itself. "I'll let you know when he's in my sights, then signal me when you're ready." The skycar doors opened and Garrus stepped out, the controls shifting to me.

"Don't let him do it, John. Not like this," Tali requested.

"I won't." I took the skycar and parked it in the actual parking platform for the lounge. Tali would remain where she was, and I made my way over to the area in front of the lounge, looking for him. Standing against a wall at the entrance to the bathrooms outside the lounge was a nervous Turian, his head darting all over. His colony markings matched, the color of his plates, darker at the sides, and lighter, almost weathered on the front. But the front parts of both of his mandibles were missing. Like they were cut, no, pulled off. He'd have to walk forward to Garrus' sights, closer to him in order to come up to me. I could block the shot like this. I stared at the Turian for a few seconds before he realized I was. I gestured for him to come my way, and he got moving right away.

"Let's get this over with," Sidonis began. Strange, his left eye was missing.

"You're in my shot, move to the side," Garrus stated over the comms. Sidonis wouldn't hear him.

"Listen, Sidonis. I'm here to help you. As mu-"

"Shhh! Sh! Don't say that name aloud. Ever."

"As much as I don't think you deserve it." His eyes went wide.

"Harkin told you?!"

"No. Garrus is a brother to me and he told me everything. He wants you dead, but I'm hoping that's not necessary." His eyes went wider.

"G-Garrus? I-I-Is this some kind of… sick joke?"

"Damn it, Shepard! If he moves, I'm taking the shot!" Garrus growled. I kept my stern stare.

"You're not kidding, are you? Screw this. I'm not waiting around here to find out. Tell Garrus I had my own problems!" Sidonis flicked his arm in the air and began to turn.

"Don't you dare move a muscle," I grabbed him, holding him still. "I am quite literally the only thing standing between you, and his crosshairs." His mandibles twitched, and he gulped.

"Fuck…" he muttered.

"L-Look, I didn't want to do it. I- I didn't have a choice!"

"Everyone has a choice, now let me take the damn shot," Garrus growled again.

"They got to me; said they'd kill me." Sidonis calmed down, slowing.

"Let me take the shot, Shepard. He's a damn coward." Sidonis began to move to a railing to my right so I made damn sure I followed him. Keeping my head between him and Garrus.

"Strung me up in… some dark hole. Just enough food and water to keep me alive. See the mandibles? Garm fed one to a Varren, then held my mouth open wide while some Salarian made me swallow the other. He raised his left hand and pulled off the glove he was wearing. The second finger was missing, in its entirety. For the index and thumb, the talons were missing, and in their place were holes. "Vorcha ate that finger. Talons on all my fingers and feet were torn out. Spur of my right leg?" He stuck out his right leg to show. "Tore it off, stabbed me with it in the left eye, then pulled it out. Left it staring back at me on my own spur. At first, they were just threatening to keep going, kill me if I didn't… if I didn't tell them. By the time I cracked, I was just begging for them to kill me. They thought it'd be funny to make me walk." He stared down. "I know what they did. They died because of me," he murmured. "I have to live with that. Every night I wake up sick and sweating. Everyone's faces staring at me. Accusing me. Garrus too. I'm a dead man walking. I don't sleep anymore, afraid of their faces. Food doesn't have a taste anymore. In the past month, I've tasted the barrel of a gun five times."

"Just… just give me the chance, Shepard."

"Garrus… you have to move forward. For them." A part of me nagged that I should follow my own advice. I nagged back that Cerberus isn't exactly sorry, paying for it, and still an active danger to the Galaxy.

"He still has his life," Garrus murmured.

"No, Garrus. No, he doesn't. And if you pull that trigger, you won't either." Garrus' breath caught in his throat.

"They deserved better. They all deserved better…" Sidonis glanced back.

"Tell Garrus…" he sighed again. "There's nothing I can say to make it right…" The mic was silent another moment.

"Just… go. Just tell him to go."

"He's telling you to leave, Sidonis. I'd say, take it as a second chance." Sidonis stood up, and I nudged myself to the side, testing. There was no gunshot. Sidonis seemed to realize this as well.

"I know there's nothing I can do to make it right, but I'll get as close to it as I can," he said louder, to try and make sure Garrus heard him. And then back to normal, he added, "And thank you. For saving him." Sidonis turned to take his leave, and I returned to the skycar. Tali had been watching from within.

"I saw him walk away. What happened?" I took a deep breath.

"I don't know what happened on Garrus' side, but Sidonis told a story of how he was tortured. Brutally. As for what really made Garrus change his mind? I don't think he'll tell me right away," I explained as I took the car back to where we dropped Garrus off. He was just standing looking over the plaza. Tali and I shared a glance as it touched down and we both stepped off, Garrus starting to make his way towards us.

"You may want to talk about this, Shepard. But I don't. Not yet."

"It's for the best," I weaseled in. I'll let him off the hook of any big talks, but let's just see if I can get something out of him. He started pacing anxiously.

"I'm not so sure."

"Give it time."

"Yeah. Maybe that'll be enough. I just… I want to know I did the right thing," he stopped moving. "Not just for me, for my team. They deserve to be avenged, but, when he was in my sights there, at the end? I just couldn't…"

"When you look at someone you know, good and evil don't look so separate."

"Yeah," Garrus muttered. "It's so much easier to see the world in black and white. Grey… I don't know what to do with grey."

"When that happens, you just go with what you feel is right. Not what's needed, not what's deserved, but your instincts."

"My instincts are what got me into this mess," Garrus shook his head. He doesn't give himself enough credit.

"Come on, bring it here," I opened my arms and dragged him into a hug, then opened my right arm up and Tali got in on it. Does this appear absolutely childish? Yes, yes it does. Is it probably making my best friend feel better? Yes. Guess which I care about. "You're too hard on yourself, Garrus. Your instincts are a helluva lot better than you think." Garrus was silent another moment. "Thank you, Shepard. For everything."

"No need to thank me. You're my brother, Garrus. I'd have punched Sovereign myself if I had to for you." Garrus allowed himself a chuckle.

"You'd probably beat him like that too."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey everyone, just a quick thing I want to add because I know some people have been asking for it and looking forward for this sort of thing. Next chapter I plan to do a lot of crew interactions, not neccessarily with Shep around either. I think this bit of shore leave will be a good time to do that. I really should have done some of these sooner, and there's not really anything I can say about that other than sorry. But I want to make a chapter like this, and I hope you're both looking forward to it, and that I live up to the hopes. Anyways, hope you enjoyed, and see you then!