A/N I am so sorry I took so long with this update! Don't worry, I'm not abandoning it, but I have been so busy with every other thing in the book, and I just haven't had the time. Besides that, each chapter I try to make at least six pages in Microsoft word in size ten text, though this one is six and a half pages, my longest chapter yet, so it took me forever to get that much in this chapter. I'm sorry if I'm just rambling around the middle area, but it was just to fill the space. Please don't hate me; I know you're probably impatient, and I promised this one would be quicker, so this time I will TRY to get the next one within a week. Thank you all for your wonderful reviews, and hope you like this new chapter!

Hermione was very embarrassed as she hurried away from Professor Snape. Her face burned, and her pace quickened; she just wanted to get away from him. As she stumbled blindly ahead, she realised her feet were taking her towards the Forbidden Forest. She didn't really care, either. She pulled to a sharp halt at the edge of the shadowed trees and glanced around, hoping to see someone, but all was still.

After a moment of standing there, she proceeded into the gloom. She didn't have a clue why she was here, but she knew there was… something… waiting for her out there. Something to take her qualms and worries away. Something that could relieve her doubts, fears and suspicions. What that thing was, she didn't know in the least bit, but her mind was subconsciously leading her to it.

All at once, a heavy weight slammed into her back and knocked her to the ground, crushing the breath from her lungs. As she struggled under the weight she felt warm, moist breath on her neck. She rammed upwards with her elbow and hit soft flesh. The thing grunted and she was surprised at the masculine tone. A moment later the weight vanished and she was permitted to rise, and she finally caught sight of her attacker. What she saw caused her to let out a loud shriek of shock.

The… thing… infront of her was about a head taller than herself. It had black scales on its arms, legs and face, with heavy golden armor adorned with detailed patterns. Its head was almost humanoid, with medium length black hair and almond shaped eyes with narrow pupils. It lacked a nose, much like Voldemort, and short, pointed horns poked through its dark hair. After a moment of staring, she realised it had a long, narrow bladed sword stained with crimson blood clenched in its hand. The thing caught her staring fearfully at the blade and let out a deep, throaty growl that caused her to recoil slightly.

"I do not mean any harm to you," it spoke in a deep, gravely and undeniably a guys voice. "I only wish to talk."

Taken by surprise, Hermione started backing away slowly when suddenly a pair of hands gripped her shoulders and pulled her backwards. She tried to dislodge the grasp but a voice hissed in her ear, "Stay still and silent."

She gaped. She knew that voice anywhere, but it didn't exactly bring hope to her. She made to question him, but he only clamped his hand over her mouth and glared at her, his dark endless eyes filled with fury. All the while the hideous creature watched with a faint expression of curiosity.

After a moment, Snape released Hermione and stepped forward to stand between her and the creature. "Who are you, and why are you here?" he snarled. "Or should I say, what are you?" His hard expression never wavered, his eyes remained cold. Hermione was amazed how unafraid he faced the unknown animal, or whatever it was, in front of him, with no sign of fear at all. She quickly shook the thought. Years of practise with the Dark lord.

"I am Darkenza, the last Prihistorized Saviry of Indoisia." The creature bent at the waist and, to both Hermione's and Snape's astonishment, bowed low to them.

Then, just to add to Hermione's initial shock, Snape stepped forward incredulously. "You—you're a Saviry?" he stammered, to Hermione's surprise. Snape never stammered! This creature must have induced some powerful, rare emotion from the normally unsounded Potions Master. Hermione wondered what it might be as he continued. "I've heard tell of a rare species living in the Forbidden Forest, but never an extinct one!"

"Almost extinct," Darkenza corrected brusquely, but not unkindly. "I am the last, along with…" he trailed off, glancing behind him towards the Forbidden Forest. "My mate, Equinox, also lives here. We have been waiting for you, Severus Tobias Snape, potions master at Hogwarts and spy for Albus Dumbledore." The man in question jerked noticeably at this, shocked at how this unfamiliar creature knew his name, let alone his status at Hogwarts and as double spy. When the initial shock wore off, he glared fiercely at Darkenza, who matched the defiant stare with his own.

"Who are you, and why do you claim to have been looking for me?" he snapped. "And how do you even know me?"

"I know you because I have known you all your life." Snape did a double take at this. "I was always there."

Snape was beyond furious now, and Hermione knew better than to get in his way. As the dark man started towards the creature angrily, a resounding crack echoed through the forest and Snape was thrown backwards, right into Hermione. The Saviry's hand was outstretched in front of him, and sparks winked out at his fingertips. "Do not mess with me, Severus Snape," he growled, low and sinister. "You shall not win."

Snape had been knocked out cold. Hermione struggled to roll him off her as pain lanced through her arm, but her arms trembled and she blanched at the awkward situation. After a moment, Darkenza was standing over her with an unusual look in his eyes as he whispered, "Forgive me, Hermione Granger. I did not mean to harm you." With a flick of his wrist, Snape's unmoving body levitated off her chest and was deposited none too gently a few feet away. Darkenza reached his hand towards her. In surprise, Hermione realised her was offering to help her up. She hesitantly rested her hand in his and allowed him to pull her gently to her feet. She quickly withdrew her hand and stepped back, staring at the ground as Darkenza watched her curiously. "Are you alright, Hermione Granger?" he asked with genuine concern.

"I'm fine," she replied, confused as to why he was so concerned all of a sudden. "What did you do to him?" She let deep concern edge her voice, though she wasn't sure why she cared about the dark man. "Will he be all right?"

"He will be fine," Darkenza rumbled. "I merely stunned him temporarily." He narrowed his eyes and examined her closely. "May I ask why you are concerned? I thought you did not like him?"

"It's not that!" she quickly replied, then recoiled from herself. "Its not that I do not like him. Sure he can be infuriating at times, but I've never hated him." She cursed herself and shook her head, glancing up at the tall Saviry questioningly. "Why are you here?"

After a moment hesitation, he turned his dark eyes towards the lightening sky and said, "I was told to find and bring you or him to…" he paused, unsure how to finish. "…to my master. He wishes to speak to you. But, seeing as you are both here, it would be better for you together to come."

Hermione gaped at him. He wanted them to go with him to a place she'd never even heard of! If she was even going to consider it, for her safety as well as Snape's, she needed more information. "Who is your master?" she asked, although she tried not to be rude. "Why does he want us to come?"

"He has not explained his raison d'être (French for 'reason for existence')," Darkenza growled, obviously unsettled by the question. "But he has told me what to say to you if you asked. He has need of the two of you because of your profound knowledge and young age." He smirked, an interesting thing for Hermione to see, and added, "In your case, that is. He does not know enough of the magical qualities and has requested your audience within the moon."

"But why? Why does he need us, of all people?" Hermione was growing more and more confused by the moment. "What is so special about me?"

Darkenza turned his head to gaze fiercely at her through gleaming eyes. "You have sagacity to match the highest witch or wizard," he growled ominously. Hermione found herself blushing at the Saviry's praise and she quickly averted her eyes as he continued. "If both of you come with me, I can have you back here by the end of the week." His eyes narrowed.

"The end of the week?" Hermione asked incredulously. "But what about my classes? And Snape has to teach, too. Does it have to be now?"

"Yes."

"Wha—what?" Hermione was caught off guard by the abrupt answer. "Why though?"

"He is fading quickly; he cannot survive this… suffering much longer."

"Suffering? Why is he suffering?"

"So many questions," Darkenza smirked with amusement. "You will know all this if you accompany me tonight; however, there is a catch." Hermione stiffened. "I was told to bring you in chains. Would you agree to that?"

"No way!" Hermione instantly replied, then recoiled at the fiery expression Darkenza shot her. "I'm sorry, but I can't agree to that. It's just…" she broke off as a muffled groan sounded a ways away. Turned her head abruptly, she saw Snape had come to and was struggling to his feet, still seemingly dazed. Hermione was surprised at how helpless he seemed as she hurried over to help him to his feet. He yanked his arm away irately and faced Darkenza.

"What have you done?" he demanded, his voice hoarse. "You've no right to be here!"

"No more right than you," he shot back with a snarl. "I've every right you do. And as I explained to Hermione I have need to bring you when I return."

"Well, you can't take us," Snape growled, taking a threatening step towards his rival. Darkenza snapped his fingers and an orb of white flame flickered to life in his palm. Snape froze. Hermione paled.

"I did not want to do this," Darkenza whispered as the ball of fire whizzed towards them.

When Severus came to, there was no telling where he was, what time it was or how he got there. He was in a dark, extremely cramped place that seemed to be barely large enough for him to sit in comfortably. To his horror, it seemed that Granger was also in there, as he could hear her laboured breathing in front of him. As he started racking his mind for a plan, he realised something. He still had no wand, and there wasn't the tiniest sliver of light in the wretched place. How could he escape without magic in a dark-as-night box?

A stifled groan nearly caused him to jump in surprise as Granger returned to consciousness. Severus heard the girl sit up slowly. As she became aware of, that is, unaware of, her surroundings, her breaths quickened to an alarming rate and she started whimpering faintly. Severus rolled his eyes at her fear. She had yet to grow accustomed to things like this. "Miss Granger, you—"

He broke off in shock as she lashed out at him, her nails scoring across his face; hot blood trickled from the wound. Furious, he grabbed her wrist and growled as she started sobbing uncontrollably. "I—I'm sorry, I didn't—didn't know it was y—you! I thought it was that—that awful thing…" she trailed off, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Severus sighed and released her arm, scooting backwards away from her trembling form. What had he done? He had let that foul creature take them hostage, that's what. And now they were crammed in a box, with not a clue where they were or where they were going. He couldn't think of a less abhorrent situation than this. How he wished he still had magic; then he berated himself. It was his own fault he lacked it; he had chosen this path, and he would modify it as soon as he could.

"P—professor?" The trembling whisper sounded shaky, almost hesitant. "I—I am so sorry, I didn't mean to hur—hurt you…"

Severus couldn't help but feel a twinge of uneasiness and commiseration for the girl; she had been through so much these past couple of weeks, it was probably making her more stressed than any amount of classes. But right now was not the time for panicking. "Miss Granger, I know you are feeling stressed," he began stiffly, quietly. "But if we are going to escape, you must learn to control your feelings. That is, if you are as intelligent in that as you are in potions," he added with a smirk into the darkness.

Hermione gaped, though she knew he couldn't see it. If she had heard correctly, Professor Snape had just given her a compliment! Mind her, it was at the same time as he insulted her, but a compliment all the same. She felt a stab of triumph that quickly faded, considering their situation. If they never escaped, or were kept hostage wherever they were going, what was there to celebrate? Finally she answered Snape's question. "I—I am sorry for overreacting like that," she whispered, "but I was telling the truth; I thought you were Darkenza." She still couldn't believe she was in this mess, with her potions master, at that!

"Very well," Snape said coldly. "Did you bring your wand?"

"Yes, of course."

"Then get it out and light it."

After a moment of rummaging in her robes, Hermione found her wand and held it up; she was surprised Darkenza hadn't confiscated it. "Lumos," she said quietly. At once bright light flooded the box holding them and Hermione could tell exactly how small it was. There were only about six wand heights of clearance between the ceiling and base, and about seven wands squared. Not the ideal sized box to be trapped with your least favourite teacher in, Hermione thought grimly as she lowered her wand. Snape was hunched over awkwardly so his head didn't bang the ceiling; Hermione's hair just brushed the wood overhead.

"You can direct that light elsewhere," he suddenly growled, squinting in the brightness. She averted the glow and set the wand down so it pointed towards the wall. "Now, what spells do you know could work on opening that door?" Snape asked gruffly after a moment.

Now that he pointed it out, Hermione noticed there was a narrow slice in the wood to her left with a tiny key hole. She shrugged. "The Unlocking Spell?" she suggested. Snape rolled his eyes but gestured for her to try. She flicked her wand and muttered, "Effringo."

Nothing happened.

"Oh…" was all Hermione said. After a moment of staring dejectedly at her wand, her head snapped up and she stared fiercely at Snape. "Why couldn't you try? Did you not bring your wand?"

Snape groaned to himself and turned his head, not saying a word. When Hermione started to ask again, he snarled and she fell silent; so much for long term cover; she had crossed the line and asked the dreaded question. What was he to do now? Tell her? Ignore the question? After a moment, he decided to ignore it unless she asked again. Typical know-it-all, she did.

"Professor? Is everything alright?" Insufferable know-it-all. Of course she had to ask just as he resolved the issue.

"Is that any of your concern, Granger?" he snapped harshly. In the faint light, he saw her flinch slightly, but it didn't deter her inquiries.

"I—I was just wondering why you couldn't try the spell yourself…?" Hermione seemed genuinely curious, as if it would kill her if she didn't know. With a resigned sigh, Snape began, forgetting in the moment that they were in a box heading to their presumable doom.

"Miss Granger, when I said I would allow you to research the spell used to revive you, I didn't think that we would end up in this situation before you got the chance to." He paused uncertainly, unsure how to continue. "The spell used was invented long ago, when a young girl's friend was killed by Death Eaters, though why they were caught fighting Death Eaters is still a mystery. The girl wanted to bring her friend back, and she did, but there was a nasty side effect. She could no longer use m—"

"Hey! Shut up in there!" a gruff voice sounded above them as Darkenza started pounding loudly on the side of the box. Hermione started, her eyes wide with terror, and Snape smirked at her fear; he would not be so easily scared by a sound. But then again, hardly anything scared him. Not the Dark Lord, not Death Eaters, not even death; the only thing that could make him cringe was…

He jumped slightly as a tentative hand touched his arm. Hermione was staring at him with concern clear on her still frozen face; her eyes were pleading desperately with him to get them out of this mess. He couldn't agree more with the incompetent girl; he too was impatient to escape this claustrophobically small box, if he could call it that. There was no room for him to move in there, and his already sore back was starting to ache. As Granger withdrew her arm, the light emitting from her wand started to flicker, hardly noticeably at first, then eventually started to dim rapidly until it eventually went out altogether, plunging them into darkness once again.

Instantly, Hermione felt herself tense up apprehensively. A chill settled in the air, sending goose bumps scurrying up and down her spine, causing her to shiver violently. As they sat in silence, Hermione suddenly got up the nerve to speak. "Professor Snape, sir?" her voice shook and she paused before continuing. "What were you saying? That girl could no longer use what?"

Snape sighed and hesitated. Did her really want to tell her? Now that he was really thinking about it, he wasn't so sure; how would the girl react if she knew what he had done for her? Unwillingly done for her, that is. He would not have even considered it had the Dark Lord not demanded him bring the girl. If that had not happened, he would have let the incompetent insufferable know-it-all remain in her dead state. As it was, he now had to face to consequences of letting his feelings and duty to evil get the better of him, and this was his punishment; being trapped in a box going who-knew-where with her.

Then, a thought hit him and his decision flat lined; he now knew that if she did know what had happened that day, his life may well be over for him. He could hardly dare think the notion, but it was there, all the same. And he knew, by that solitary thought, that if he told her his secret, she would never forgive him.

When he realised Hermione was still waiting for an answer, he hardened his voice and repeated, more forcibly this time, "That is none of your concern, girl."

Shocked and, to her surprise, slightly hurt at Snape's suddenly harsh words, Hermione fell silent and hunched in her corner, not daring to question him further. What had caused this sudden change in behaviour for the Potions Master? What had induced this snappier than usual self?

She shook herself and growled softly. There were too many unanswered questions running through her mind, and she hated that he wouldn't answer any of them, so she made herself stop asking them. After a moment of awkward silence between the two of them, Hermione realised something.

"Professor Snape?"

"What now, Granger?" he hissed from between clenched teeth.

Hermione noticed, quite plainly, his tone of voice, and wondered if he was tired of her ineffectual questions she kept throwing at him; it was obvious she was starting to get on the short-tempered professors' nerves, but she needed to know. "How did you know what Darkenza was, and how did he know who you were?"

Snape snorted, amused; of course the all-knowing girl would notice that. But he wasn't ready to answer her; she didn't have to know everything in this world—she only wanted to—and this was one thing she definitely wasn't going to know. "Miss Granger now is not the time to ask such maddening questions. If we get out of this… mess… I may tell you; until then, stay silent!"

Hermione didn't hear his last snapped words, for at that moment the box jolted, throwing her forwards, right into Snape. She felt him shudder as she crashed against him and he tried to shove her off, but the forward motion prevented him from doing so. She winced as her body became bruised from all the battering, and she suddenly realised this entire situation was all her fault—if she had not gone out for a walk that night, she would never have had that discussion with Snape, never have been embarrassed to the point of foolishly running into the Forbidden Forest, and never would have seen Darkenza. At that moment she wished there were some way she could fix this, some way to make this right. But it was too late. They were imprisoned with no way out, going who knew where, and with a creature they knew next to nothing about. What's the worst that could happen? she thought with a grimace. As luck would have it, the moment the thought entered her mind, the thing transporting them pulled to an abrupt halt and Hermione was thrown backwards against the opposite wall, her head hitting solidness and she blacked out.

When she came to, all was silent. Not a sound came from outside, or inside for that matter, and Hermione wondered if they had been abandoned somewhere on the side of the road. The thought made her shivering with fear. A faint gasp escaped her throat, and the moment it did a hand clamped over her mouth and another gripped her arm; she instinctively reached up with her free hand to claw at it until a voice hissed close to her ear.

"Stay quiet and listen!" Snape removed his hand from her mouth, allowing her to breathe, and she fell silent. That's when Hermione heard the voices; faint, barely discernable, but there. As she picked out stray words from the conversation, her heart dropped to her feet.

"Darkenza… back… prisoners secured?"

"Yes… here…"

"…still alive?"

"… sure of it… the Death Eater… a hard piece of… subdued…"

"Good."

Hermione knew now; from these two conversers had said, her fears had been confirmed.

They were prisoners.

As the realisation sank in, she felt a chill of apprehension shoot up her spine and she wondered how ever they were going to get out of this terrible mess. When she tried to move into a more comfortable position, a jolt shot through her and she froze, waiting for the tremor to pass. She remained frozen for a moment, still trying to process what was happening.

They had been kidnapped by a Saviry who wanted to kill them.

Easy enough, ignoring the fact that they were now in unfamiliar territory, it wasn't that bad actually. They were heading towards their death. No big deal. They were trapped in a tiny box. A clinch. They were trapped in a tiny box together. Definitely not her first idea for a kidnapping, but still, no problem.

"You still alive in there?" a voice outside snapped, then was followed by laughter. Apparently the foul creatures hadn't left yet.

Hermione remained silent, but at that moment, something snapped against the box and a tiny sliver of light appeared right behind Hermione and she suddenly realized; she was leaning against the door! She considered scooting away from it, but she was sure Snape wouldn't be too happy about that, so she just sat forward so she didn't fall out when it opened.

When it did, she was nearly blinded by the sudden stream of sunlight that hit her full force. She squeezed her eyes shut, clawing at them in pain. When she recovered, she could see well enough to make out the shape of two Saviries standing on either side of the entrance, grim expressions of their faces. When they saw her staring, the one on the left, who she saw was Darkenza himself, growled menacingly and jerked his head at her. Confused as to what he wanted, she stared at him blankly. When she didn't move, he reached out, grabbed her arm roughly and pulled her down to the ground. She collapsed when she tried to stand and a gasp of pain escaped her throat as her head cracked against the side of the box.

Darkenza rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Clumsy, are we?" he snorted with slight amusement.

"Hurry up, Dark!" the other Saviry snapped haughtily, impatiently. "He won't wait much longer."

"I am; your so impatient, Equinox."

Hermione wondered who 'he' could be, that is until Darkenza pulled her upright again, distracting her from her thoughts. This time, though her legs quivered, she remained upright as the other Saviry, Equinox, started leading her away. Then she remembered something.

"Why are you taking just me?" she demanded hotly. "What about—"

A clout to her ear silenced her, scalding pain causing her to stagger as her vision flashed red and black. She turned to see Equinox glaring at her through slitted yellow eyes and she averted her eyes. This was one angry creature, if not angry, then murderous.

"Your Professor Snape will be coming soon," Darkenza replied to her half spoken question. "Before that, though, I have some… matters… to settle with him."

Hermione was afraid of what Darkenza meant by 'matters'; it couldn't be good, though, judging by the gleam in his eyes. With a shudder, she followed Equinox down the path. She took that moment of silence to take in her surroundings.

They were walking down a narrow dirt path, barely wide enough for her to walk on without crossing into the grass, with dense shadowed trees closing in on either side. A full, white moon floated lazily overhead, casting long shadows across the trail, while at the same time, wispy clouds threatened to plunge the forest into darkness. Hermione didn't see another living creature, human or other, around. It was as if the forest itself was… dead.

"Hurry up, girl!"

Hermione nearly tripped when Equinox snapped at her; realizing too late that she had stopped walking, she forced her sore legs to carry her forwards towards the malicious Saviry, who hadn't slowed her pace in the least bit. As she caught up, she noticed a sharp bend a ways ahead of them. A shiver of trepidation ran up her spine; she didn't want to imagine what could be around that bend. As they rounded it, Hermione's breath caught in her throat.

About twenty yards ahead of them was a tall, Iron Gate with sharp barbs emphasising the smooth curve on its crest. Magic crackled visibly, and Hermione knew that anyone foolish enough to try robbing the place would be instantly disabled or even killed.

"Pick it up or I'll kill you now!" Equinox snapped impatiently.

"Sorry," Hermione muttered as she again hurried ahead.

"Sorry doesn't cut it," the Saviry growled with barely suppressed loathing for the Gryffindor. "If it doesn't stop, I'll—"

"You'll what?" a voice sneered from the shadows, causing Hermione to jump. "I hope you're not threatening my prey," the voice said again, though still not revealing the speaker. "You wouldn't want to get on my bad side, would we now?"

Hermione felt her heart drop to her feet and dismay built up inside her; that voice was unmistakable, and for Hermione, it carried bad memories. That woman had once tortured her, branded her and tried to kill her. Her fears were confirmed when someone stepped into the moonlight to her right, her wild, black hair frizzed, giving her the look of a mad woman.

Equinox snarled. "Bellatrix Lestrange."

Severus warily watched Darkenza, who was circling him slowly, his eyes never leaving the Saviry; these creatures were unexpected, ruthless, and, above all, murderous when angered. Severus wasn't about to anger Darkenza, but perhaps he didn't need t. perhaps he was already angered.

"So, Professor," Darkenza sneered, "how are you feeling today? Happy? Excited? Nervous?"

Severus just narrowed his eyes.

"Well," he continued, his red eyes flashing, "you should feel none of those. You should feel fear, terror, and useless, for I am about to make your greatest fear come true. Tell me, Severus; what is your biggest fear? Death? Or maybe the Dark Lord?"

"I fear nothing," Severus retorted, and instantly knew it was the wrong thing to say.

"You shall fear me!" Darkenza leaped at the Potions Master, slamming into his chest and driving the air from his lungs as they crashed to the ground. Gasping for breath, Severus tried desperately to shove Darkenza off but to no avail; he could feel his brain clouding and he saw stars flashing in front of him. His blows to the cackling Saviry were growing weaker even as the laughing increased in volume until Darkenza's weight suddenly vanished, to Severus's surprise. As he gulped air into his starving lungs, a sudden, agonizing pain erupted in his back as razor sharp claws dug into his back, white hot, excruciating pain that cause Severus to tremble and cry out in agony as Darkenza tore through him.

"This will teach you to resist me!" Darkenza shrieked hysterically even as his claws and teeth ripped through flesh and blood sprayed everywhere. Severus felt himself growing weaker until his body gave one last jerk and went limp, his breathing short and shallow.

Darkenza rose, crimson blood dripping from his chin, a satisfied sneer on his face. "That will teach you, Snape," he whispered ominously at the quivering body at his feet. Throwing his head back, Darkenza howled his triumph to the darkened sky.

"So, Granger," Bellatrix hissed as she traced Hermione's jawline with a manicured nail. "No one here to save you now. How does that feel?"

Equinox growled. "Bellatrix, leave. I was told to bring her, not you. If you do not, I shall have no choice but to—"

"What, exactly?" Bellatrix laughed. "Kill me? He'd have your skin it you lay finger on me. I think I shall take the girl from here."

"I was told to bring her," the Saviry repeated.

"I was told to bring her," Bellatrix mocked with a derisive sneer. "Yeah, yeah, well, you can't make me go away, so why don't you leave before someone gets hurt?"

Equinox took up defensive posture and narrowed her eyes. "Who'll get hurt? You? If you think I'm going to walk away, you can just—"

She broke off as an agonizing cry rent the air from the direction she and Hermione had come. Bellatrix's eyes gleamed and a smirk formed on her pale face. "It seems as though Darkenza has at last had his revenge on Severus," she remarked as Hermione struggled vainly against her restraints, her face twisted into an expression of grief and terror.

A/N I felt bad for Hermione and Severus even as I typed this, and I just had to leave a good cliffhanger; hopefully its not too bad. I know; I'm terrible. Please review; they help me update faster, and thank you so much for your patience with me.

And, there is no way it's coming in a week... sorry...