The early morning sun rose over the horizon, but only one person was there to watch it. Sombra sat on the roof of the house and let the warm rays try to erase the cold night away. It was nice to have some peace and quiet. It was no surprise that she'd like this little house away from anyone rather than a terrorist cell. She pulled up her screen and checked up on to bedrooms. One had Angela and Fareeha sleeping peaceful on the guest mattresses given. The next one was Sebastian. His scouter shined the light from the sun and she remembered the pain it was to find someone to craft that.

Then she focused on Sebastian's face. It was content. As if none of the events of his life before could ever reach him. She remembered what happened those years ago.

The days in that hospital were tense. Sebastian...Noah wouldn't wake up. Sombra would focus on her own recovery not to mention reestablishing her connections. Luckily a few different servers underneath Talon's nose weren't destroyed in the mountain. It was easy for her to regain control of the flow of information going on.

Back into the world of news, politics, problems, Overwatch, Talon's defeat, and all of it balancing on her fingertips. As she waited, she remembered the Eye. The Eye that found her out, the one that forced her underground. Was it a lucky hacker that accidently broke through her defenses, did she stumble on a massive conspiracy that involved the world's greatest powers, or was it a God AI?

All these questions have plagued Sombra for years since she erased herself from existence. Sometimes she would go on for days on end, trying to figure all of it out. And yet nothing has appeared since then. The world balanced on the tips of her finger, but she's only human. Her goals could change, they could result into something else.

And that's where she was. Free from Talon, no one can hold her down. All those who can were either dead or gone. It should be easy to leave these things behind if it wasn't for...him. Her friend was in a coma, most likely dead if she hadn't saved him.

Doctors, nurses, and other personnel tried getting more information on him, but like Sombra he too was erased. He didn't do a good job though, his former employers held snippets of information and Overwatch itself had to have a file on him. He wasn't gone, just hard to find. And she could respect him for that. Honestly the parallels never left her.

Losing parents at a young age, forced into crime for survival, joining major organizations for a goal, Sombra could see herself taking Noah's path if things were different. If she had a friend to ground her in reality. Noah had Burr, Sombra had no one. She may have gained "allies" in time, but by then it was too little too late.

The hacker was used to being alone and that thing couldn't change at the moment. That's what she would've said, however she was now currently sitting in a hospital room with a comatose man that she rescued. Life works in mysterious ways, she guessed.

"Ms. Diaz." She needed a name. Maria Diaz worked before and it'll do it again. "I've got the results on what else your...boyfriend?"

"Friend. He's my friend." If the circumstances were different, she would've laughed off the image of this bastard being her lover. "Your friend's eye. The optical nerves have been severed due to the blow that's been dealt. When we tested shining a light on his eye, his left contracted but his right eye wouldn't. With your permission, we'd like to recommend an eye transplant."

"Really? You need to ask me if you can fix my friend's vision? What do you think?" The doctor noticed the tone and nodded. He walked off as Sombra gave a huff of frustration. She would be more polite, but the boredom was sinking in.

"Mm." She heard. Sombra turned over and saw movement in his eyes. She got up as his eyes were exposed to the light. His right eye didn't react, but his left eye did. He groaned loudly in pain as Sombra tried to calm him down.

"Hey calm down! Noah, stay still!" The personnel heard the commotion and came in. They held him down and injected him some medicine to calm him down. He didn't say a word, but his lips were moving as if they were trying to convey words. Sombra came up as the doctors dispersed and faced the hacker.

"Apologies, this wasn't what we expected. We had to put him under again. Next time, he wakes up then it'll be calmer." She didn't saw a word to him and pulled out the blue lense he wore. "Is there a shop nearby for glasses?"

Three Days Later…

Sombra was playing around with trolling a few executive business men with threats on their money supply, kidding about it, then actually taking a good sum of it when she heard a groan. She reached over on his bedstand and grabbed a glass of water. "Hold on, amigo. Drink first."

Noah broke apart his cracked lips when Sombra lifted the glass towards him. He drank cautiously. The water being most helpful thing since he woke up, energized him slightly. "Wh-who…."

"Ssh." She said. Sombra pressed a finger against his lips. "Just rest. The doctor will see you soon." Noah slowly laid back down as Sombra felt immeasurable happiness that he was up. However she couldn't express that. She called up the doctors and they pulled up. The head doctor stood next to her as Noah tried speaking again. "H..He-Hello."

"It seems speech is in the right order. His vocals are going to need more exercise. So once he's up and ready have him talk more. Inactivity is bad for any muscle even speech." Noah didn't know what to say as the doctor examined his eyes. "As we thought, there is going to have to be an eye transplant needed for the right eye. As for the left one we need to ensure that he wears dark lenses or filtered frames until then."

Sombra held up the lense, now crafted into a scouter. It would hook onto his left ear and stay in place unless he removed it himself. The doctor took it and carefully placed it. Noah barely reacted to the action and tried moving his arms. "Wh-Who am...I?"

The hacker glanced at the floor in total guilt. They were right. She knew they were probably right, but to see it for real was more painful than listening to it. She placed a hand on his shoulder and gave him a comforting smile. "Don't worry about that now. Right now, we're gonna fix up. After that we'll tell you."

Apparently that was more than enough to make his lips move up to the slightest margin. Sombra held his hand and tried to be more reassuring. The doctor let them be before slamming the door shut!

The hacker flinched at the noise and found herself on the roof again. "Hey Sombra." She turned around and saw Sebastian walking up to her with a cup of coffee in his hand. "Morning Sebastian. What brings you up early?"

"Cold morning plus hot coffee make an enjoyable experience. However that doesn't explain why you're up here." She scoffed at him. "Come on we all have our little happy places. I just like the roof since it's nice and quiet without your little bitching."

"Mock all you want Sombra, but I know you enjoy my showertime jams."

"You play the old jazz station. That's music over a hundred years old." He gave a mock offended face. "Excuse you, but I like to listen to other things. Your Spanish alarm gets annoying too, you know."

She punche d him on the shoulder. "My alarm is awesome. You know if you tried learning more Spanish, you would enjoy it too."

"Sure I will." Sebastian said as he took a sip of his coffee. Sombra took a sip of her own mug as the two watched the sunrise. She noticed his grip on the coffee mug was tighter as his hands were bare to the cold breeze.

"Where's the mittens you bought?" Sebastian noticed his hands and waved off the concern. "I just lent them over to Fareeha. She was freezing yesterday and I decided to let her borrow my mittens."

"Well isn't that kind of you. I don't recall you doing that for me." Sebastian had a flash of realization before returning to his relaxed expression. "It's different since you were already prepared. Fareeha wasn't and as I a friend I gave her my mittens."

She remembered that look of intimacy last night. That was not the look friends share. That's what lovers would share. It seemed strange. Two years and while she was rather flirty, it didn't garner many of those looks. Just little vague flirting back. And now Fareeha comes in and gets that gaze. It was infuriating to think about. It made her...jealous.

That same jealousy that sparked through Angela the night before and now Sombra finds herself in that stump. "If you say so. So what're you doing today?"

"Um, well I don't know. I think Angela wants to start helping me with my memories although I do need to start go back and finish off our taxes."

He gave her a small shady glare. "What? I don't know the American tax system and the reason I have you is for that. I can do almost anything, but dealing with IRS is a no go." Sebastian laughed at that notion. "Sure. That or you're lazy."

"Not lazy, just waiting for opportunities. There's a difference." Sebastian rolled his eyes and took one last sip of his coffee. "I'm sure there is, but for the life of me I'll never know."

He got up and stretched his arms. "Well I'm making breakfast today. I'll see you downstairs." He slid down the roof and Sombra watched him make a safe landing on the porch below. "Hey jackass, there's a door right here!"

"I know, this is just funner!" Sombra shook her head at what she was hearing and opened the door. Sebastian entered the house and found Angela there. "Oh Angela, there you are. I thought you'd still be asleep."

"It's fine. I'm use to short hours of sleep. I wanted to begin our session, but-" There was a growling noise and Sebastian knew it wasn't from him. Angela laughed nervously. "Sorry it seems I require subsistence."

Sebastian grinned and moved over to the stove. "Eh don't worry about. I'm the cook of the house. I'll cook up something mean." Angela sat at the table as she watched him work. Sebastian grabbed his spatula and went to work. The act of cooking was one that he was always familiar with. It's worth noting that he had spent a good amount of time working. He turned on the gas light and blue sparks erupted from it.

"Jesus! Aw crap did something go wrong?" The stove emitted blue sparks again and it almost flashed him.

He took a glance back at Angela and saw her looking rather...distraught. Everything went grainy as he felt different this time. A glowing blue circle was next to him and Angela was wearing her Valkyrie suit. He didn't get a chance to saw a word as he instinctively raised his hand to deflect something heavy. He fell to the ground as Angela was helpless to act. He got up again and raised his shield up from the unknown enemy before feeling the force rock his arms.

Sebastian fell to the ground once again before a clawed hand slammed to the floor. It dragged him up and Sebastian could see the face of Death looking at him. "It'd be a shame to shoot you like a dog, why don't you serve a better use and become my meal."

He held his throat tightly as he could almost feel everything being drained away. He was choking, no dying, no he was being absorbed. He was...He was..."Sebastian!"

The world of darkness returned to being a kitchen as he saw Angela standing next to him. Her hand on his shoulder and chest while looking worried. "The stove just short circuited, but you were moving too close to it. That's a little dangerous if you think about it."

"Dangerous? I-" He stopped himself and looked at his hands. Black fingerless gloves appeared for a brief second before disappearing. "Is something wrong?"

He looked and for a brief moment, she looked to be sobbing. Her hair was a mess, cuts were placed on her cheeks, and frustration curled her features. Sebastian shook his head before the features disappeared and the moment of fear was gone as well. He couldn't recall it. Just like with Fareeha, something was there. Yet it never stayed.

"I'm fine, Doc. I was just inspecting the stove." She gave him a look of disbelief before letting him go. "You don't have to cook. Maybe just a simple breakfast will do."

He nodded before looking at his hand. No glove. No image. Sebastian gritted his teeth in frustration. Again, it happened again. "Angela, when do we start?"

"Hm?"

"You know the whole memory thing. I want to start." Sebastian said. Angela was taken back by that firm tone. "We can begin when you're ready."

He nodded and the two sat down. "Now I must tell you this. I don't know if these sessions will bring back your memories. I cannot guarantee anything. So please understand-"

"I understand." Sebastian said. "So if I don't remember Noah, then I can continue as Sebastian. Nothing will be loss." He saw her flinch at that statement and felt guilty. "I'm sorry, I mean we can, um take some...just we can help others with your research."

"Of course." Angela said with her bangs over her eyes. Sebastian and Angela felt the room go awkward. He rubbed the back of his head and glanced at the clock. Angela took a deep breath and let the doctor take over. "So let's begin."

She grabbed her communicator and hit record. "This is a record for the new case on amnesia. Subject's name: Sebastian. Medical information will be added later to this log when time is allowed. May I ask you, how far does your memory go?"

"How far? Well to be honest, I can remember waking up in a hospital. In Africa. The doctors were there along with my roommate Sombra. And that was about two years ago. I don't how I got there, but I was injured. Really badly."

Angela tapped her fingers against the table. The images came back from Sombra's tale were what came to mind. "And what have done to help alleviate the amnesia? Obviously you must've tried recalling any memories."

"Sure, I have. It's just...Sombra brought over pictures, tried to help identify who Overwatch was, and even told me stories of what I did. Apparently most photographic or video evidence was destroyed alongside Talon servers. So she couldn't pull those up."

"Of course. And yesterday, after spending a day with Fareeha, did any of that change?"

Sebastian remembered how familiar Fareeha felt. He, himself, was surprised about how casual he treated the hero. Everything acted out like two old friends reuniting after a period of time. And then there was the events of last night. He could almost feel something coming back. Old feelings, unfinished business? It didn't matter it was just there. It was like taunting him.

He looked at Angela and felt his heart flutter. That sense of familiarity was with her too. Despite their...initial confrontation there was no anger from his side. "I think so. I don't know, but I feel natural being around heroes like you two. I was little surprised by that."

"Surprised?" Angela asked. He nodded. "I...It was like seeing Sombra after a few days. All natural as if no time has passed."

"Go on." Angela prodded. He shook his head and Angela tried thinking of what to do next. She tried thinking before on what may have helped. Fareeha last night held complete trust and the two were having a quiet moment. Similar to their training...periods. Familiarity. Fareeha and Sebastian acted as old friends and may have repeated old patterns. "Sebastian, why don't we just talk."

"Talk? Isn't that what we've been doing, Doc?" He raised a brow at her. Angela's professional gaze melted to the more casual one before. "I mean we don't focus so much on this subject and just have a little talk."

"What're you up to?"

"Treading familiar ground." Angela stated. Sebastian crossed his arms. "Well this should be fun."

And so they talked. For almost hours they held conversations about the medical field, politics, Overwatch, cute videos, food, embarrassing experiences(Angela had a few good stories, but Sebastian could add a few of his own.), and their personal interests.

Sebastian felt that sense of familiarity return. The world seemed to change around him. The kitchen seemed to brighten up like a medical room. Angela was wearing her lab coat and she had a different outlook. Her eyes were still tired, but they looked like there was life this time. It was like looking into a mirror only there stood another version of himself.

Though as time passed on and the conversations began winding down the setting returned. And like before it left no visible impact, but Sebastian felt a little complete with each conversation as if he can try retaining some semblance of it.

Throughout the time he found himself laughing like a madman at Angela's old photos during Overwatch. Still charming, but the characters in there were crazy. Especially the one where she was posing next to a daredevil and a pumpkin man.

She found herself intrigued by how happy he seemed. Despite wanting his memories, Sebastian actually had quite a normal life and that made him beam. It was almost weird to consider this man who fought one of the most deadly organizations in known history to go in depth on how he was happy someone let him cut in line at the grocery store. That's a side she's never seen before. But he still ha

"...and then I ended up repairing the roof after my little stunt." Sebastian concluded. He felt much better than he ever did before. Running through these subjects and with Doctor Zieger of all people is something he's never imagined. Angela stopped the recording and picked it up. "Well this was rather stimulating. I had fun."

"Same. I hope we'll do this again."

"Of course." Angela said. Sebastian stood up and bid the doctor adieu However he didn't realize how close they were and looked down at the doctor. She had a kind smile on her face as Sebastian felt his heart skip a beat. "Sebastian?"

He moved his hand up, it reached near her arm when another hand grabbed her shoulder. It was him! Only tinted with contrasting blue and red. He shook his head with cold glare and Sebastian put his hand down.

"I'll see you later." He said. Angela smirked before grabbing his arm and pulling him in for a kiss on the cheek. He turned bright red at that and Angela smiled. "We'll talk about Noah and his relationships next time." She waved goodbye before Sombra appeared. "Nice job. For a second there I thought I saw you considering to take him right there."

"Shut up!"

Meanwhile Sebastian was walking out with confusion plaguing his head. He saw himself only a few colors off. And that look it seemed aggressive to a degree. He kept mauling over that when he bumped into Fareeha. Or rather she bumped into him and he fell on the ground. "Sebastian! I'm sorry, I didn't see you there."

"It's alright. Just...where are you going?" She was currently in training clothes and by the looks of it was getting ready to start. "Training. Obviously if that little annoyance comes back for round two I'll be ready this time. And it doesn't hurt to brush up on a few of my skills."

"That's true. So do need a training partner? I've been sitting down for a good while. I wanna stretch my legs."

"..." She didn't say anything for a second before nodding. "Fine, I need to brush up on hand to hand training."

The two walked out to the open field with grass now dry in the noon sun. Still chilly, the two ignored it as Fareeha warmed up. "What kind of training have you had?"

"Um, Sombra taught me a few moves, but most of the time it's just in the moment. I like to improvise my combat." Fareeha cracked her knuckles and neck while she shook her head. "Smart for in the moment scenarios, but fruitless with an experienced soldier."

"I dunno. I remember saving you and Angela from that assassin." She felt a little irked when that was brought up. "Hmph, he caught me off guard. I don't underestimate my opponents be it that assassin or you."

She got into a stance and waited for Sebastian. He dropped his sweater and lifted up his hands like a boxer. "However I understand if you have a little trouble hitting pretty women like me."

"How did you know they were my weakness?" Sebastian chuckled. He stopped when Fareeha charged and threw a jab. He ducked underneath. She brought up her knee and he twisted his body out of the way. She spun around and kicked high in the air. Her opponent rolled underneath her leg.

"What?" Fareeha said before continuing her attempts to land a blow. Sebastian kept moving his body out of the way in just the right moments. It was a little frustrating when she brought her arm up and he was forced to block it. He strained against her strength. "So you can dodge."

"I figured the best way not to get hurt is to move out of the way." She didn't reply with words, but with another knee up. His second hand caught it and Fareeha was surprised to see his reaction speed. They separated before Fareeha rolled her arms. "Not a bad strategy, but even those most skilled eventually get hit."

She rushed him and held an open palm strike. Sebastian felt the world shift as the field turned into a flat mat. Fareeha didn't look any different yet there stood a little bit of enjoyment. Sebastian blocked her blow and tried countering. She caught his arm and smirked. Sebastian saw her slip her foot behind his and pull it from right under him.

His back hit the ground as he saw her staring right at him. "Do you yield?" He shifted himself around to break free from her grip, but there was no movement. "Yield?"

"Maybe…" Sebastian felt a little bit of competitive edge come up. He rolled around and shifted their position. "If you say it first."

"Not bad." Sebastian smirked before feeling her let go and put her feet under him. She pushed him off and he hit the ground. The man got up as Fareeha stood up. "Not bad. That wasn't bad at all. You're pretty good."

"Yeah. I hope so or I'd chalk up my victories to luck." Sebastian realized he didn't say that as another him walked up. His clothes were different as they were gym clothes this time instead of the black pants and white shirt he always wears. "Come on Noah, I'm sure you'll get one victory soon enough."

Sebastian reached out to Noah, but he ran toward Fareeha with confidence. He watched the two match blow for blow. Fareeha held an absolutely calm face before she caught a surprise kick. Noah pulled her in for a hold and wrapped his arms around her. Noah didn't see it, but Fareeha had a bright smile as she broke free from his grasp.

Sebastian held a sense of nostalgia. He reached out as the two were in a lock. He reached out, but then a fist broke through the image and hit him hard in the cheek. The mat below was replaced with grass as he hit the ground. "Oh my God. Sebastian, I'm so sorry."

The stinging pain was all he could feel and the image faded. And he could barely piece it together. Fareeha was in front of him and examining his cheek. "You were doing so well and I guess I just lost control."

(*Play Steven Universe: Reconciliation)

"I...I'm fine. Just give me a moment." Fareeha continued to apologize as Sebastian tried piecing together what he saw. "Fareeha-" A water droplet hit his arm. Another. Then another. Fareeha and Sebastian noticed the rain starting to pick up. It was unexpected but Sebastian let it wash over him.

"We should head inside." Fareeha suggested. Sebastian didn't answer her. He kept looking at the sky. The rain reminded him of some place dark, small, and the color purple for some reason. "Sebastian."

He looked at her before sliding his foot next to her. She was surprised to feel a splash of water hit her leg. She saw a playful smirk on his face before retaliating. "Don't think you'll win."

She kicked up some water, but he dodged it. Sebastian saw that body language and kicked up another splash. It hit Fareeha in the leg again and the soldier was taken aback. While playful, Sebastian carried a sense of calmness. As if to say this isn't out the ordinary.

The two were soaking wet when Sebastian dodged one more splash before slipping. He was taken back by the sudden turn of events when Fareeha caught him. It seemed a little bit of a role reversal to those old movies Sombra and him watched together.

She seemed to have him in a dip while he held onto her shoulders. "Heh, nice catch." Fareeha blushed and slowly pulled him up. "You're welcome."

"Hey Fareeha." He said. "Hm?"

"We should probably get out of this rain." Fareeha seem to care as they quickly ran to the barn. He opened it and the two were left watching the rain. Sebastian wiped some of the rain off and watched it.

"It's not a bad sight." Fareeha said. "It sure is. You know one day I intend on having a house like this. But probably somewhere a little warmer."

"Really?" She asked. He nodded. "Sure. Hey it'd be fun to do that someday." After a few minutes, Sebastian was caught off guard when she pulled him close. "F-Fareeha?"

However despite what his mind thought, she pulled him into a hug and held on. "I miss you." He froze when he heard that. Sebastian could feel tension rise in her as she held on tighter. "I'm sorry, but I...I miss you so much."

"Fareeha, where's this coming from? I get that you-" He stopped when she pulled back and looked at him with distraught eyes. "Fareeha."

"You asked if you had a girlfriend before." He nodded. "I wasn't-I wasn't your girlfriend, but I-I held feelings for you and I know it's terrible to drop this on you, but I thought I'd...want it out of the way."

"That's fine. Let it flow." He replied blankly. Sebastian didn't know what to do. Nor did he have any idea on what he did in the past to gain her attention of all people. Perhaps being a friend would help. "I'm not…"

'Pick your words wisely Sebastian. Don't fuck it up like you did with Angela.' He sighed. "I don't know how to help you. I wish I could. I really do."

"I don't doubt that." Fareeha mumbled. She faced him and Sebastian tried putting up a grin. An all too familiar grin. Sebastian saw her lean in and for a second that other him appeared. And it was pissed. He slowly opened his mouth, but Sebastian closed his eyes as he felt Fareeha press her lips against his.

Electricity coursed through his body and Sebastian felt the world give way to this sensation. He held her arms as he briefly opened them. Fareeha was in soldier garb. The room was dark and cramped. His body ached as if he's been through hell and back. The sense of urgency was there, but it seemed to be an afterthought.

Fareeha pulled back and the world returned to normal. Sebastian held a hand up to his mouth as the two realized what just happened. Sebastian felt his embarrassment return ten fold as Fareeha pulled back terribly shook. "I apologize. That was never meant to happen."

"Fareeha."

"I will leave to your own devices." She quickly left him behind as Sebastian reached out. He could see Angela and Sombra in the distance and clenched his head. They appeared...battle damaged. Sombra had a torn cloak with a bloody lip along with bruises over her body. Angela was wearing her suit with the holes in it and terrible burns on the side. Fareeha returned to her soldier garb with cuts over her shoulder and arm. The three looked so different than what they were today.

He reached over to the barn door and closed it shut. His headaches returned as Sebastian slid down the wall. It hurt to look at them. All that talk, the sparring, it was building up to this and Sebastian couldn't do anything about it. He curled up as the pain increased.

Look at you.

He stopped and looked up. Another him. The same him that appeared when he got close to Angela and Fareeha. Only he was monstrous. He had jagged teeth, tore clothes, and a contorted body structure. He look as if Hell had chewed him up and spat him back out.

Whimpering like a child to your tiny headaches. How pathetic are you?

"W-who?"

Who am I? What do you think? You know who I am. The figure leaned down and he could see flashes of himself doing something, fighting someone. Rather fitting I come back as a ghost.

"Go away," The figure now known as Noah pulled Sebastian up. Don't act like that. I'm you and why would you want you to go away.

"You're not needed."

And why's that? From the looks of things, I've been missed and we both know that there are others that miss you. I know you wonder who they are.

"What do you want from me?" Sebastian croaked. Noah cackled. I want to stay. What do you think?

Sebastian clutched his head tighter and looked up. "Go away." He repeated. Noah shook his head and pulled Sebastian's head. That's awfully rude to yourself. I'm just making sure we stay here. Nice and cozy.

"You're not me." Noah pulled Sebastian's head up and flashed his horrid teeth. I am you. I am you that they want, but do not worry. I have no intention of coming back. They can poke and prod and prey, but these memories, our identity shall remain buried with the rubble that day. No use in bringing back old memories they've been wiped out God knows when.

Sebastian flinched when he heard him echo those words. But they can try. It won't matter in the end. You and me, we're safe. No more bullets, no more life and calls, no more stress.

"No!" Sebastian groaned as he saw the woman that looked over Fareeha. Her black vacant eyes stared at him before waving a nice hello. Noah knelt down and stroked Sebastian's hair. The woman stood above him and her gray hand reached down.

No more pain, no more fear. Sebastian almost whimpered pitifully as he felt his body give way to this ghost. As he closed his eyes, the images of Noah with Fareeha and Angela were slowly ripped apart. Other memories appeared with ones like Tracer, Genji, McCree, and a guy that was in most of them and they too were ripped to shreds. Noah chuckled darkly as he reached for a piece and held in front of Sebastian's eyes.

No more Overwatch.

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Wow. That was a little dark. Alright I'm gonna take a long break and I'll leave you to what your predictions will be now. Leave a review or PM me of you wanna talk. Until then ciao! Also if you're in the mood for more Among Heroes, there's a small crossover in a story with a certain Copilot's story.

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