"Alright, you guys ready to go or what?" Qrow scratched his chin as he looked at the five students before him. Team CRDL and Crue were stood in Ozpins office before the headmaster himself, Professor Goodwitch and Qrow Branwen.
"Yes, Professor." Cardin nodded. Crue gave a small snigger when Qrow's face morphed into a small scowl.
"Ugh. Don't call me that. Makes me feel old." The hunter complained. "Like Professor Goodwitch her-huk!" Qrows necklace jerked forward, briefly glowing purple as it choked the man.
The group of males glanced at each other, seeing Qrow rub his neck. "Ugh. Yeah. Let's get going before I get strangled." He moved away from the blonde professor, and the group of five entered the elevator.
The small space was quite cramped with the six people jammed into it. An annoying jingle began to sound as the elevator moved downwards. The tension grew so thick you could cut it with a knife.
When the elevator finally reached the ground floor, the group exited quickly, Sky taking several shallow breaths. "What's up with him?" Qrow raised an eyebrow.
Dove walked over and pat his teammates back. "He doesn't do good in enclosed spaces." He explained.
"He's got claustrophobia?" Crue asked. The others turned to look at him oddly. "What?" He asked.
"There's a name for it?" Sky looked up to Crue.
"Yeah. Did you not know it?" The Faunus responded with a raised eyebrow.
"No. I just figured that it wasn't a big thing, that it was just me." He stood up fully, taking a final deep breath. "I'm good now." He waved off any more concern.
"Alright. Now that we all know the blue ones scared of small spaces." Qrow turned and walked to the entrance of the building. "Let's hurry up and get out of here."
The group exited the building, walking out in a rather unorganised manner. It was as Crue turned to ask Russel something, that he knocked shoulders with someone. "Hey!" Crue complained.
The Faunus turned to see a man slightly shorter than him with dark grey hair and bristling moustache. "Watch where you're going!" The man warned Crue, his green eyes looking upon the student with disdain.
Crue, to the surprise of the group watching, simply nodded. "Sure. I'll be careful not to get in the way of you or your freaky moustache ever again." The man's eyes widened as his lips turned into a snarl.
"Listen you-" The strange man in the grey coat stepped forward, and Crue instantly did the same, his steely blue eyes drilling into the man's olive ones.
"Try me." He dared the man. The man's moustache bristled as he backed down under Crue's dangerous gaze.
"Hmph." He turned on his heel, walking away from Crue and into the building.
Crue gave him a two fingered salute as he turned back to the others seeing them all, minus Qrow, staring at him. "What? He was a cunt."
"He's not wrong." Russel nodded. "But, do you know who that was?"
"Not a fucking clue." The Faunus replied happily.
"That was Arthur Watts. He's one of the lead manufacturers of Scrolls and their programming." Sky answered.
"Oh." Crue blanked. "Weird OC of yours?" He thought. "Guess I probably shouldn't have taken his then, huh?" The Faunus held up his hand, showing a Scroll with brown edges that were accented with gold.
"You took his scroll?" Cardin hushed in a frenzied voice. "When did you manage that?"
"When he bumped into me. I was gonna give it back and say he dropped it. Then, it turned out he was a dick. So, kept it." Crue shrugged, checking the Scroll in more detail.
"How do you-" "Hey!" The conversation was interrupted by Qrow, who had continued walking after Crue bumped into Watts. "What's the hold up?"
The group of students all looked at each other, Crue pocketing the scroll. "Nothing." Dove answered. "We were just, talking about Scrolls."
The hunter rolled his eyes. "Course. You kids and your new Scrolls." He paused, then shuddered, apparently noticing how elderly he sounded. "Never mind. The sooner we get there the better." He began to walk away once more.
"Why the rush?" Cardin called, following after the Hunter.
"Because." Qrow held up a finger. "It's an important mission. And, if my nieces find out that I was here without them knowing I'd never hear the end of it." Crue nodded slightly, imagining how Ruby and Yang would react if they saw Qrow.
The group of six headed towards the docking bay, where a humming Bullhead was waiting for them. "Aw shit." Crue thought, remembering how he now felt about flying. Still, he joined the others on the Bullhead, feeling like a stone just settled in his stomach.
The Bullhead started to rise, before heading southwest, past the Vale borders and in the opposite direction of Mountain Glenn. "You alright Crue? You're looking a little pale." Crue heard the question, and turned to look at the one who asked it.
Russel was staring at the Faunus' face with a slightly concerned look. Crue opened his mouth to reply, but closed it almost immediately. He forced down what was going to come up, and answered. "You know the way Sky's scared of small spaces?"
He, as well as anyone who was listening, nodded. "Yeah well, I recently developed a fear of flying. A fear of Bullheads specifically."
"Recently?" The mohawked teen asked. Crue nodded.
"Yep. Remember that big White Fang thing a while ago I stopped with Coco and Velvet?" He asked.
"I heard about that." Qrow piped up with a smirk. "Apparently you sent them running with their tails between their legs."
"Yeah." Crue chuckled. "In some cases, literally." The four other students got a small laugh out of that, including Cardin, who looked annoyed at himself for laughing.
"But anyway, I hijacked one of their Bullheads. Then, I realised I didn't know how to fly a Bullhead." Crue explained. "And I sorta… crashed it."
"You crashed a Bullhead?" Russel asked incredibly. Crue nodded. "How did you survive?"
"I didn't feel like dying." Crue frowned slightly. "Almost did though, the pilots door fell on me." This sentence caused Qrow to begin coughing, struggling to swallow the alcohol he had just drank from his flask.
"The pilot door of a Bullhead fell on you?!" The grizzled hunter turned round to stare at the door of the Bullhead they were currently in. "How the Hell did you get out?"
"I opened the door." Crue answered with a grin. "Scared the living shit out of Coco and Velvet though." He subconsciously rubbed the shoulder where he had been hit. Repeatedly.
"You're a tough son of a gun I'll give you that." Qrow chuckled. "Anyway, now that we've had our little bonding moment. Guess I should explain what you'll be doing in Mentis." The students all stood a little straighter, preparing to listen to their instructions.
"Mentis is a small town, a good way from Vale. It hasn't got that much technology, and everyone who ever goes there always comes back, different." Qrow explained.
"So why are we going there?" Dove asked.
"Because, this time no one came back." The hunter explained, his face turning into a frown. The students all looked to each other unsurely. "We've lost all contact with a hunter, and they haven't been heard from since."
"So, it's a search and rescue?" Sky questioned the hunter.
"Could be. Could also be a search and destroy." Qrow looked to his flask, before putting it away. "It's a village on the outside of Vale, so Grimm is always a possibility. But, we can't rule out foul play."
This got the others attention. "Foul play? You mean like, murder?" Russel asked in a hushed voice. Qrow grimly nodded.
"That's crazy." Cardin suddenly spoke up. "Why would anyone kill a hunter, they're here to help people!"
"Not everyone sees it like that, kid." Qrow grumbled. "Where there are Grimm, there are Hunters to stop them. Problem is, some people see it the other way round. They think the Grimm follow the Hunters, and are treated no better than the Grimm themselves."
"Is Mentis like that?" Crue asked, gripping onto the railing of the Bullhead.
"Hard to tell." Qrow frowned. "They welcome Hunters like they're heroes, but about a week after, they get the boot and are treated like dirt."
"You sure that's not just because they messed up?" Russel asked. "Like, they pissed off the villagers or something?"
"It's a possibility." Qrow nodded. "But I don't think that it's that high of a chance. It's more likely that the villagers are just putting on an act."
"That's a bit, pessimistic don't you think?" Sky said awkwardly.
"Pessimist is the way to go, man." Crue hummed. "You're either always right, or pleasantly surprised."
"Huh. An optimistic look on pessimism. Don't see that every day." Russel looked to the Faunus with an amused expression.
Qrow gave a huff, but smirked slightly. "Alright, well we're almost there. We're gonna have to be dropped a bit away from the town, so we don't cause that much of a commotion."
Crue looked out of the side of the Bullhead, seeing that they were approaching a small clearing in an evergreen forest. The flying vehicle lowered down, bending some of the trees with the force of its exhaust.
"Hope you've got a landing strategy." Qrow called over the roar of the Bullhead, as he smirked, and stepped backwards, falling from the vehicle.
Crue shook his head with a smile. "Show off." He peeked downwards once more, seeing the distance from the Bullhead to the ground. "Alright, let's go." The Faunus jumped from the Bullhead, landing in a crouched position, hands digging into the dirt.
"That's… weird." Crue brought a hand up to inspect the ground below him. "Is that… ash?" A shuddering sensation ran through the ground, as Crue stood and turned around, seeing that Cardin had landed.
"Took you a while." A voice commented. Qrow stood off to the side, leaning against a tree. He moved towards the group, hands in his pockets and his sword on his back. "The town is West of here, so we're gonna find it there unless-"
A sudden sound of a branch breaking caused the group to grip onto their weapons. "Unless something finds us first." Dove muttered. The six males stood at the ready, forming a circle with their backs to one another.
Crue scanned the line of trees before him, holding out Setanta in its sword form. On one side of him was Russel, and on the other was Cardin. "I'd prefer to be stuck with Russel over Cardin any day. Least the dude is chill."
Another snap of a branch, and something entered the clearing with amazing speed, heading straight for them. Instincts kicked in as Crue shifted Setanta back into a hurl, and jerked it to the side.
The only thing Cardin saw was a flash of blue, and a sword clashing against it. Crue strained under the weight of the sword, but growled and shoved back. As he pushed, he felt the weight of the sword disappear.
His eyes landed back to where he saw the 'something' emerged. His eyes widened as he saw what, or rather, who it was. A woman, with fiery red hair in a ponytail, and equally fiery hazel eyes. "Hm." The woman said, somewhat impressed as she placed her long sniper rifle with a blade as part of the muzzle on her back.
"Not bad, I'm surprised you stopped my bla-" "GOOD GOD PUT SOME FUCKING CLOTHES ON WOULD YOU!" Qrow exclaimed, covering Dove and Sky's eyes his hands. The woman wore what could barely be classified as swimwear.
A deep black bikini with flame designs was all that covered her torso. She wore what was possibly the shortest pair of shorts Crue had ever seen, held up by a single pink studded belt. The woman's face turned as red as her hair as she stared at Qrow with wide eyes.
"Wait." Crue held out a hand, silencing both parties. "Do I know you from somewhere?" The question surprised everyone, including the girl.
"Where would you kno-" "Shhshhshhut the fuck up." Crue waved off Qrows question. "What's your name?"
"Uh, I'm Sunny. Sunny Marina?" The redhead answered, looking at Crue sceptically. "Name is a bit of a contradiction, but it matches the rule." The Faunus thought. "I know I know her, but… from where?"
"Is no one going to question why she's wearing barely anything?" Qrow complained.
"Bitch please." Crue turned to face the hunter. "If it was a skirt you'd be on the ground. Probably looking up it."
Qrow's face turned into a snarl. "Skirts are God's gift to man, it's like being able to looking inside a present on Winter Hearts Eve. You know you're not allowed, but you do it anyway."
All those in the clearing looked to Qrow with varying expressions of either disgust or realisation. "Oh my God. You've got a skirt fetish." Crue began to laugh. "Oh, that explains so much."
"You're one to talk, Mr. Twin Fetish." Qrow rebutted, jabbing a finger at the Faunus.
"That's not a fetish! That was a coincidence." Crue defended.
"Alright then, I concede." Qrow held up his hands, palms pointed at Crue. "You've got a fetish for girls with questionable morals."
Crue held up a finger to disagree, and would have liked nothing more than to do so, before lowering his finger as he realised the slight truth to that statement.
"Polly?" Russel questioned quietly. Crue's head fell, as Qrow began to laugh.
"Haha! Oh, I didn't think I was right there! Haha!" The man wiped a tear from his eye, as Crue growled. Without warning, he lunged for the man, discarding his weapon. The two males began to get into a tussle, an obnoxiously large dust cloud obscuring their actions to outside viewers.
Cardin sighed and walked over to Sunny, his team following him. The redhead watched cautiously with a raised eyebrow. "About those two…" The leader made to apologise, turning back to watch the two fighting huntsmen. "Yeah…"
"It's fine." Sunny shrugged. "Sorry about attacking you."
"Yeah, could you explain that please." Dove requested.
"I saw a bunch of people with weapons and armour jump from a plane near my town. Better safe than sorry. Do you blame me?" The redhead asked.
Sky made a tweaking motion with his hand, waving it in a 'kinda' fashion. He received an elbow from Russel for his actions. "So, you mentioned your town? Is that Mentis?"
"Yeah, why?" The redheaded sniper raised an eyebrow.
"We're supposed to go there for our mission." Cardin informed. "We're supposed to be tailing…." The group turned to face Crue and Qrow, the latter holding the former in a headlock.
"Ooh, that's a bad move." Russel grimaced.
"Really? Why?" Sunny asked. "Seems like a good way to restra-" "GAH!" The newcomer turned her attention back to the fight, seeing Crue had elbowed Qrow in between his ribs, and was now pressing his face into the dirt.
"Yeah, he always gets out of headlocks." Russel told Sunny. "I remember one time him and Cardin were fighting-" "Ahem!" Cardin coughed roughly, cutting off Russels story.
"Anyway." The leader glared at his mohawked teammate, who kicked at dirt on the ground. "Is there someone in charge of the town we could talk to?" He asked Sunny.
"Yeah, there's a mayor you can talk to. He actually left not too long after me. I think." Sunny cocked her head to the side, trying to recall something.
Cardin turned to his team, and looked at them all, evaluating them. "Russel. Go break them up." He gestured to Crue and Qrow, both of them currently glaring at each other and trying to choke the other out.
Russel sighed, and raised one of his daggers to point in between the two. He rotated his dust chambers to a bright white, and swung. A small arc of light blue burst forth from his weapon, hitting the ground beneath the two.
A short wall of ice sprung up from where the dust hit, separating the two involuntarily. Both males turned to stare at Russel, who gestured a thumb behind him to Sunny. "We need to get going. There are Grimm around here you know."
"Yeah, I know." Qrow grunted, standing straight. "Good tussle." He said, punching Crue in the shoulder. The Faunus' mouth opened wide in pain as he made several motions indicating what he thought of Qrow's heritage.
"Why that shoulder!?" He questioned within his mind. "Why is it even still sore?!" He groaned, following after the hunter. The group faced Sunny, who looked at them all before nodding and turning around, back the way she came.
Crue's hand gripped Russels chin as he angled it upward. "Aw." THe green haired teen complained. The Faunus rolled his eyes as he kept walking after the sniper.
"Where do I know her from?" He tried to think. "She's not anyone I've met personally that's for sure. I'd remember that." Crue thought back to his old life, remembering all those that he met during his time.
However, with the memories that came from his previous life, came the knowledge that he would never return there, or be able to return. "Motherfucker. Can't I have one day without feeling depressed?"
His ears twitched, as he heard the sound of branches breaking in the distance. "Hold up." He said, holding up a hand on concentrating on the sound.
"What's going on?" Russel asked.
"Why is Russel staring at the sky?" Sky asked. Crue frowned, and listened.
"Someone's coming. I can hear them." He focused on the direction of the sound, as the others readied their weapons. Extremely shallow breaths came from the direction of the noise. "They sound out of breath."
At this, Sunny appeared to relax and lower her weapon. "Sniper rifle. Who uses a sniper rifle? Ruby does. Your one in the tournament with the hat does." The noise came closer, and Crue's grip on his hurley tightened.
A portly man appeared from the brush, panting heavily. He wore a waistcoat with a deep red bowtie under a red suit jacket. "Sunny! Don't run off like that!" The man bent over, hands clutching his knees which were covered by grey trousers.
"Sorry Mr. Alba. I thought they might have been White Fang." The name of the terrorist organisation caused the Hunters to tense.
The man frowned, straightening himself and wiggling his great white moustache. "Yes, well," He fixed his small glasses at the end of his nose, bright pink eyes staring at the hunters. "As you can see, these good people are not White Fang."
His gaze lingered a little while on Crue, causing the boy to raise an eyebrow. "My name is Kanin Alba. I am the mayor of Mentis." He turned to Crue, staring the Faunus in the eye. "It's nice to see another Faunus around here."
At these words, Alba took off a rather large top hat, and revealed a pair of white rabbit ears. Crue blinked in surprise, but said nothing. He noticed Cardin tensing beside him. "Say anything and I drop you." Crue whispered to the bully.
"Now." Alba smiled, reaching into his pocket. "I think it's best we all get back to Mentis- OH BY MY WHISKERS!" He exclaimed, staring at a pocket watch he had taken out. "WE'RE LATE!" He took off immediately, leaving a cloud of dust in his wake.
Crue could still hear the man panting as he ran away, but his mind was wandering around, not focusing on the mayor himself. "White rabbit… I wonder if he has any relation to Velvet. Wait. Was it racist to think that? I hope not."
"We should probably get going too. Don't want to be stuck around here when it gets dark." Sunny told them, walking in the same direction of the mayor. The others nodded, sheathing their weapons and following the woman.
Crue tilted Russels head up once more. "I wasn't looking that time, I swear." He muttered.
"Sure you weren't." Crue nodded sarcastically. The Faunus made sure to look anywhere but the redheads rear, mostly focusing on her ponytail, trying to figure out how he knew her.
"I can't think of any fairy tale with someone like that." Crue sighed, mentally preparing himself for whatever the town of Mentis had to offer. "We've got a missing Huntsman. Grimm, White Fang, and a really bad feeling in my gut."
He reached into the breast pocket of his shirt to take out his flask and have a drink. "Let's see how deep this rabbit hole goes." Crue's eyes widened, as he choked down the liquid. "MOTHERFUCKER WAS THE RABBIT FROM ALICE IN WONDERLAND!"
"Oh my god this town is gonna be all kinds of fucked up isn't it." Crue considered whacking his head against a tree, hoping that he would wake up and be back at Beacon. Instead of possibly giving himself brain damage, he sighed.
"Well, at least all the actions gonna be focused here. Nothing bad should happen while I'm away." Crue hesitated for a moment, before taking a long breath and pinching his nose. "I just jinxed it, didn't I."
…
"Doctor Watts, it is a pleasure to meet you." Professor Goodwitch nodded to the tall man with a dark grey moustache.
"Likewise, Professor." Watts nodded. He lightly tugged on his grey overcoat, before looking around. "I trust that you were informed as to my reason for being here?"
"Yes, Ironwood called ahead and told me to greet you here. I apologise that he is unable to meet you personally, but apparently he has some very important business with his Specialist." Goodwitch informed the man, walking towards the CCT tower.
"Well, the man is a general. I'm sure the business is very important. Now, to make things safer around here." The two adults entered the CCT, the elevator ride up to the computer room unnervingly quiet.
"Remind me again why Ozpin wished to increase digital security? I would have thought he'd be more concerned with physical security for the Vytal festival. Is that not why there are countless Atlesian flagships?" Watts asked.
"There was a break in to the CCT not too long ago. During a time where most of the staff were unable to stop it." Goodwitch frowned, apparently annoyed at her lack of action.
"A break in. I would've thought Ironwoods security could have staved off any intruder." The man smirked, lightly fiddling with his moustache.
"Hm. Yes, I thought the same." The blonde professor shook her head, as the elevator exited to the computer room of the CCT. "However, a student was able to hold off the two intruders. But, Ozpin believed that because they attacked the CCT, they were attempting to implant some form of virus."
"I see. Well, my new anti-virus will be sure to hold off any attempt to breach digital security." Watts smirked confidently, sitting down at the main terminal. "I'm quite proud of the name you know."
As she was standing behind Watts, Glynda took the opportunity to roll her eyes. "Really? What is the name?"
"Well, I thought of it while on a ship, so I called it Avast. It also throws viruses overboard, if you will." The Doctor reached into his pocket to retrieve his scroll. "Hold on a moment." He checked his other pocket.
"What is the problem, Doctor?" Goodwitch asked with a raised eyebrow.
"My blasted Scroll is missing." Watts said angrily. "Where the Devil did it-" He stopped in his tracks, recalling bumping into a student earlier. "That little- ugh." The man's fist clenched, the fabric of his gloves straining.
"I fear my scroll may have been stolen." Watts said through gritted teeth.
Goodwitch's eyes widened, as she instantly took out her own scroll. "I can call for a replacement immediately, and have a search started." Instead of agreeing, Watts held up a hand.
"No. It is fine. I have it saved on my Dust Cloud." Watts turned back to the terminal, and instantly opened up the FireDustFox browser. "I can download it from there, and it will still have the same effect."
"I see." Goodwitch nodded, lowering her scroll. "What about the search for your Scroll?"
"Do not call anyone. I will get my Scroll back myself." Watts frowned, typing rapidly. "I am not fond of failure."
There was silence in the room for a short moment, the only sound the clicking of Watts on the keyboard. "I hope you had a password." Goodwitch commented idly.
At this, Watts smirked. "Of course I did. And unless the person that stole my Scroll knows me as well as my own mother, I doubt they'll get in."
…
"1, 2, 3, 4. Nope. Maybe it's five digits. 9, 2, 8, 8, 7. Nope. Alright, time for random numbers. 7, 2, 5, 3, 6. No- Oh hey it worked." Crue looked at the opened Scroll screen, seeing it as a normal Scroll. "Can't wait to snoop on this guy."
Crue pocketed the Scroll, now knowing the passcode. The group had arrived at Mentis a short while ago, and to Crue's pleasure, it was not a topsy turvy brightly coloured town. It was rather dull, in his opinion.
"So we're staying at a random Inn?" Crue asked.
"Yeah. What you expect, the Four Maidens?" Qrow chuckled. Crue looked at the huntsman with a gobsmacked expression, before Russel elbowed him.
"It's a really fancy hotel in Atlas." He whispered to the Faunus. The Faunus groaned at the realisation. "Four Maidens, Four Seasons. I swear to god, you're terrible with this."
"Russel, if I ever see another pun, or some word or brand that annoys me, hit me over the head." Crue requested.
"Uh, sure?" The mohawked boy agreed unsurely. The group of six followed Sunny, who apparently knew the town like the back of her hand.
"-there's the shop." She said, pointing to random buildings. "The armoury. The psychiatrist. The Hookah café."
"The what?" Sky asked.
"Hookah." Sunny repeated. "It's like a really big vase that you smoke from."
"Smoke what?" Crue questioned. "That was the wrong question to ask wasn't it?" He realised, when the group turned to stare at him.
"Most anything I guess." Sunny shrugged. "The first one was brought here by a guy called Felix Pillar. And they became really popular."
The sniper shrugged, and turned around, causing the group to follow her. "I hope you guys know you're not gonna be taking it easy here. First thing tomorrow, split into pairs and survey the town." Qrow told the students.
"I call Russel." Crue instantly stated. When the other males turned to look at him, he explained. "What? I wanna show him my music. And see what he's got." Russel smiled widely as he nodded, throwing an arm around Crue's neck.
Crue resisted the immediate impulse to flip Russel onto his back. "Alright, I can do that." The green teen said. Qrow rolled his eyes.
"Fine, you two can check the perimeter for any Grimm." He shrugged. The group continued walking, discussing what they would be doing tomorrow.
The hairs on Crue's neck stood up, and he turned to where he felt as though someone was staring at him. He found no one looking at him immediately, but noticed the curtains behind a window waving slightly, as though they had just been pulled shut.
"The fuck. What building did Sunny say that was?" Crue wondered, looking at the dulled blue wood. There was a small sign above it, reading 'Almost'. "Well that's not fucking ominous at all."
He turned to ask Sunny what the building was and who it belonged to, but he stopped as he saw the construction ahead. "And this, is the inn you'll be staying at." Sunny smiled happily.
Crue took a deep breath, and turned to Russel. "Russel. Remember the thing I told you earlier, about words and puns?"
"Uh, yeah, why?" The teen asked, looking between Crue and the Inn's name.
"Do it."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I'm sure."
Russel sighed, but raised his hand. "Alright. But I don't get why you want me to hit you because of the Inns name." He moved his hand rapidly towards Crue's head.
"It's only called Wonderland."
Woo Hoo! Another chapter! Bout time huh. Sorry about the lack of updates, but college has got me down. So, who is introduced this chapter. A redhead sniper with very little clothing. Hm, who does that remind you of? (Row Row Fight The Power)
Crue ends up in 'Wonderland' and has ran into Watts. Keep in mind, Crue hasn't seen V4, and just assumes that Watts is an OC of the Author. And now he has access to Watts personal Scroll. Shouldn't that be fun. (Bonus points if you figured out the password)
Hmm. Anything else I need to mention…. Oh yeah! A question occurred to me a while ago, that I thought you guys would like answering.
Crue. What Hogwarts house would he be in? If you've got specific reasons as to which let me know. Idk why I thought of that. Maybe the fact I was bingewatching the whole series a little why ago. (That's also another reason this took so long. Sorry)
So, with all that is said and done, I hope you enjoyed, leave a review if you did, and as always
Until Next Time
-Friday