Apologies for not updating at regular intervals. A lot has happened me this semester: I had to withdraw from my failing Calculus class(don't worry, I plan to take it again next semester), I have to go to jury duty, and I'm in talks of studying abroad next fall semester. Oh, and I passed all my finals. Know what this means? An actual bloody chapter for you all to enjoy!

So without further ado, I present your Happy New Year's Present:

Chapter 7: The Chickening

Rapunzel smiled as she folded the piece of paper and slipped it in her breast pocket. Slipping her hands into the new gloves, she gave them a powerful flex with her palms. Rivets of strong leather squeezed between her skin, creating both friction and a sense of protection.

"Thank you, Eugene."

...

"Boring. Boring. Boring."

Anna was bored.

Really, really bored.

With nothing productive to do at the moment, Anna found herself sitting in what she can only describe as a prison lounge. Sitting adjacent to the cafeteria and dining hall, it was surprisingly well kept with tables, seats, small board games, and a television mounted on the wall.

Leaning on a chair, Anna flipped through channel after channel until she found something that caught her eye: a commercial for Idina Menzel's sophomore album. Anna smiled, remembering the concert that Kristoff took her to see Idina sing.

God...hearing her sing live was magical. Would be interesting if I'd be able to get a copy of here in prison.

With a click of the remote, she changed the channel once more until she found something that could ease her boredom.

This was, in Anna's opinion, the worst part about prison. That fact that the world moves around you, and you have this small window to see it. Only that you couldn't be a part of it. Just be a bystander and watch as it happens.

Anna hated that experience. Prior to this, she was always eyeing new things to see, new things to experience. In college, her classes in journalism helped her broaden her horizon - made her see things in a new light. Her 2 year travels with Elsa only expanded her reach even further. Her time with Kristoff let her appreciate the good things she has seen while taking in the small stuff as well.

Here in prison, there is nothing to take into.

"I think there might be a copy of her album in the commissary. I can lend you my CD player while you listen to her songs."

Anna turned around. Snow White had just entered in the lounge. Plopping herself on a chair, she leaned on it and watched Anna surf through channel after channel with a bored expression on her face as well.

"Thank you very much, and I didn't know that they let you keep electronics in your cell." said Anna.

"They let you keep lots of stuff in your cell." Snow said slyly, her arms resting on her back. "Just make sure that it's not contraband."

Anna soon decided to stop at a news coverage. It was reporting on the number of casualties of some foreign armed conflict. Well, "reporting" might be putting it too mildly, as Anna quickly noticed how unprofessional the news anchor was acting. Her plastic smile was off putting, dispelling any air of professionalism she may had to begin with, and her constant snickering and giggling didn't help much either, as to the right of her there was a graph displaying the number of casualties.

"Stay tuned for more, because in just a few short hours, we'll be bringing you live coverage of the Agrabah Civil War." she snickered on camera. Anna changed the channel once more, her face contoured with sheer disgust.

Snow White's eyes widen. "Huh? You don't wanna see it? It'll be interesting for sure!"

"Not really interested in starting the day seeing little Arab kids getting their heads blown off from missiles." replied back Anna dryly. "Beside, I majored in journalism. If I have to see any more footage of that woman's 'reporting', I think I might throw up."

Snow White blinked. "I didn't know you majored in journalism." She looked up at the T.V. "Ooh. Now this is interesting."

Anna had changed to a channel into what she only describe it as a live coverage of cops arresting criminals. An angry redhead with fiery, curly waist length locks was being shoved head first inside a police car while screaming hysterically at the top of her lungs.

"Wouldn't it be funny..." started Anna.

"...if she wound up here?" finished Snow. "Maybe you can ask her yourself how she got caught, or why she ran away from the cops to begin with?"

Anna looked closely at the angry redhead, who was now banging her head on the window in an attempt to escape.

"Pfeh. I wouldn't go anywhere near her with a 12 foot pole." muttered Anna, changing the channel once more. This time it was an economic debate between two politicians.

"I know her type." said Anna. "Uptight rich white girl. Wants to have some excitement with substances and the thrill of robbery. Then, when all is said and done, she gets sent to the slammer."

"Is that what happened to you?" asked a semi-familiar voice. Turning around, Anna found Tiana leaning in the doorway with a sneer on her lips. Anna bit her lip: when all is said and done, there was some truth towards what she had just said, but she didn't feel the need to bring that up. Anna simply turned right back to face the T.V., attempting to focus on the debate at hand.

"Latest models from Arendelle's top economics analysis indicate that this year's fiscal recession rate is at its highest ever recorded..."

"Urgh. Money babble. What does that even mean?" grunted Tiana as she pulled up a chair.

"It means that the economy here isn't going to let up soon." answered Snow. "Just like the slight rain outside."

"What rain?" asked Anna, getting up to look through a nearby window.

"Look more closely."

"Ah. I see the raindrops now." said Anna, noticing the increasing amount of rain drops. She was about to go sit down when something caught her eye. "Hey, is that a chicken?" A loud scraping sound erupted from her back. Turning around, she saw Tiana and Snow standing up, looking at Anna as if she had sprouted a third arm.

"Um...did I say something?"

"Are you sure what you saw was a chicken?" whispered Snow, who's breath was as quiet as it is desperate.

"Like, absolutely sure? Because saying shit like that isn't something you can just throw out of your mouth." added Tiana, who's eyes where as round as saucers.

Anna gulped. This was not the sort of reaction one would expect during a conversation..although, this is prison. After all, anything can happen. "Why not?"

Tiana let out a sigh. "Because this is chicken we're talking about here. And it's not because that I'm black."

"Real nourishing meat. Not the stuff we're eating right now." explained Snow with a hushed voice, barely concealing her excitement. She turned to Tiana. "Not that it taste bad. You cooked what you were given under the circumstances."

"Thank you, Snow." said Tiana, affectionately patting Snow on the back. "At least some people are grateful for what they have." Looking back at Anna, Tiana gave her the stink eye.

"With an actual live chicken..." started Snow.

"All the possibilities are possible..." completed Tiana.

"...So? Did you see..." whispered Snow.

"...a chicken?" spat Tiana, eyes growing more menacing.

...

"Ouch. Are you alright?" asked Flynn. It had just started raining, and was holding an umbrella over an inmate's head, supervising her while she applied metal wiring over the hole in the fence.

Rapunzel looked at her wound. It was an inch long gash running her left index finger, most likely obtained from trying to cut the old metal wiring with pliers. While not lethal in any way, it did started to bleed. "Yeah, it's just a chicken scratch."

"Here." said Flynn, taking hold of Rapunzel's hand and cleaning the wound with disinfected wipes and a band-aid. "There - all done."

"Wow." exclaimed Rapunzel, admiring the work and flexing her fingers. "I feel better already. Thanks! I didn't know that C.O. carried first-aid kits with them."

"Most don't, but I do. You never know what's gonna happen here. This is prison we're talking about."

Rapunzel giggled. "Heh. You've a point."

"So...how did you wound up here?" asked Flynn rather quickly.

"Excuse me?" snapped back Rapunzel, one of her brow arched back.

"How'd you wound up here?" repeated Flynn. Rapunzel smiled quietly to herself, knowing that this kind of question was the type that took someone like Flynn days of planning in advance.

"Shouldn't an officer not be asking that sort of question." she said, playing it off coolly.

"Shouldn't an inmate obey her correctional officer's request." countered Flynn.

"You've read my files." answered Rapunzel simply. "You already know what I've done."

"Yeah, but I wanna hear it from you." said Flynn. "The files are just what they are: bare bone information. They don't fill in the gaps of how an inmate became the person she is. Especially..."

"...when her mother is in the same penitentiary as she is." finished Rapunzel glumly.

"So you're gonna tell me your side of the story or what?"

...

"Did you see that?" asked Pocahontas, who was pulling weeds from the prison yard. Throwing a handful in a plastic trash bag, she stared off at space.

"See what? I'm just trying to hurry this job done. Last thing we both need is fritzy hair." said Jasmine, noticing the slight drizzle. "A little help, please?"

"I could have sworn that I saw a...never mind." mumbled Pocahontas, who started to notice the rain as well. Bending down, she began pulling weeds much faster. "You're right, though. We better hurry."

"Pocahontas, this is the fourth time you claim to have seen a chicken. The last time you thought you saw one, it turned out to be a plastic bag with a picture of a rooster on it." explained Jasmine through gritted teeth.

"Maybe it was just my imagination."

"Maybe I am right." snapped Jasmine.

Pocahontas, sensing the increased venom in Jasmine's tone of voice, decided to quickly change the subject. "So what's your opinion on the new girl, Anna?"

Jasmine got up, stretching as she thought about it for a moment. "She's a smart girl, and it's a wonder how she even wound up in prison. I'd expect a girl like to be traveling or exploring the world or some soul searching shit like that."

Pocahontas looked up, giving her a filthy gaze. Jasmine sighed: she knew that look. It was the look that Pocahontas got when she was about to say another sexual innuendo.

"Perhaps she can explore...in other aspects."

Jasmine groaned. "I swear to God, if you make another sex joke again, I'm going to shove the end of this rake up your ass." "Although knowing you, you'd probably like that, wouldn't you?"

"Not really, I don't do anal." explained Pocahontas.

"I did not need to hear that..." sighed Jasmine. Bending down once more, she resumed her assigned task of pulling weeds.

...

"Did I just saw that chicken?" asked Anna out loud. She had just managed to excuse herself from the (rather comical) barrage of questions from Snow and Tiana by saying that she had to go to the bathroom. Normally, she isn't the type of girl who lets her imagination run wild (although she might make an acceptation here in prison). Looking herself in the mirror, she ask again, "There's no chickens here in prison...is there?"

I'm not going to go crazy...am I?

"Oh, it's got onto you that early?"

Turning around, she saw Ursula leaning on the cement wall, her signature red lips wearing a sour pout. On her right hand was a cigarette.

"Urusla! I didn't know that - "

" - I still worked here? Yeah, it happens." croaked Ursula. Anna timidly nodded. Ursula casually waived it of, smoke foaming around her. Anna though that she looked a walking ash trey. "So you've got caught onto the rumors, haven't you?"

"What rumors?"

Ursula continued to smoke, letting out a large puff of smoke. "About how prisoners are making up bullshit about a chicken clucking around the outside yard?" Anna nodded. "Yeah...that's the sort of crap you hear in this institution. People make up shit here all the time - no doubt trying to pass the time."

"Can't really blame them, can't you?" Anna asked timidly, in an attempting to play it of. She was rather unsure what to do in this sort of situation. Obviously not wanting to anger a C.O., she decided to start a decent conversation.

"No, I guess I cannot."

"Ursula?" asked Anna.

"Hm?"

Anna looked at her reflection, with Ursula caught in it. "I'm not gonna go crazy in prison, am I?"

Ursula let out one massive exhalation of smoke before flicking the bud to a toilet and flushing it away. "Says the girl that's talking to herself in front of the mirror all alone in a prison bathroom." Exiting the bathroom, she slowly walked away, but not before turning to face Anna. "Hey, I'd really appreciate it if you wouldn't tell anyone that I was hear...smoking. Warden Weaseltown is particularly anal about smoke breaks."

Anna let out a small laugh. "Don't worry. I won't." Hm...and now I've got a favor in my pocket. This could come in handy in the near future.

Finished re-braiding her hair, Anna exited the bathrooms and decided to wander around aimlessly around the hallways to kill boredom (and maybe plan an escape route). Turning a right around the corner without looking, she collided with quite possibly the last person she wanted to see: Hans. Papers were scattered everywhere, and both Hans and Anna were knocked down on the ground.

"Watch where you're going, inmate 2246- ARE." Hans barked, looking rather unimpressive as he was on the floor. Muttering to himself, he straightened his uniform as he retrieved paper one by one from the floor.

Getting up, Anna said, "Sorry, officer." in her most robotic and emotionless tone.

Obviously Hans wasn't done harassing yet, because he asked, "Where're you going?"

"Nowhere in particular." answered Anna. Which was true to a degree. She didn't have anywhere particular to go at the moment.

Hans tucked the manila folder holding all of the spilled papers tightly in his arm. "Good answer. Because that's where you are in here: nowhere in particular." Hans flashed another one of his signature sneers. Anna had to pinch her thigh to fight the urge not to throw him a good punch...or scratch his eyes..or slash his sideburns off. "You be a good, inmate. Is that understood?"

"Yes." complied Anna.

Hans raised an eyebrow. "Yes what?"

Are you fucking serious? Not the routine again. Urgh. "Yes, sir." repeated Anna.

Hans smirks away, his ego no doubt having tripled and his smirk even more sickening.

Note to self: get dirt on him ASAP. Would love to see how long his pretty face would survive in prison. Oh...the things those thirsty men would do to him.

Anna was about to continue her way when something caught her eye: a manila folder beneath a vending machine.

Are...those...no way! What are the odds!

Making sure nobody was around looking, Anna quickly scooped down and tucked the folder underneath her prison uniform. Trying to remain inconspicuous as she possibly could, Anna whistled as she walked briskly towards the bathrooms once more. She was going to need some peace and solitude if she was going to read any secrets this prison might be carrying.

Entering the bathrooms, she quickly a stall that was unoccupied. Opening the folder and unfurling the papers tucked beneath her, she folded them out and began examining them. The first one is a list of food shipments coming from the Arendelle Farmer's Marketplace. Several shipments of chicken, rice, mash potatoes, fruits and vegetables were about to make their dues here. Anna made a mental note to herself, bracing for the upcoming gastro-related hurtles she'll have to face in the upcoming weeks.

The second piece of paper is another transcript of money transactions: taxes, living expenses; ect. Scanning her eyes over money orders, she found one that did relate to her: a check disclosed from Kristoff to Anna's prison commissary account.

"$1000. Thank you, Kristoff. I promise to repay that debt in the near future."

Third paper is another list. "Solitary Housing Unit", it said on the top. Strangely, most of the names have been erased. Anna squinted as hard as she could, but she couldn't make out the faint lines on the paper. Strangely, there was a post-it note stuck on the bottom. It read:

Subject has not been responding to any food or medication in past 72 hours. Probability of initiating hunger strike: 80%. Considered extremely unpredictable and dangerous. Threat level: 8/10.

The fourth and last piece of paper is...

"Woah..."

...the entire profile of Rapuznel, complete with her biography, stats, assessment, personal history, and criminal record.

Rapunzel Moore

Age: 24

Eye Color: Green

Hair Color: Brown

Analysis: Quite, obedient, and demure. 3 qualities that make a good inmate, and Rapunzel hold all three. Personally speaking, wish the penitentiary was filled with people like her. Has never been disciplined or sent to SHU. Frequently associates with Jasmine and Pocahontas. Could be a negative influence in the near future.

Threat level: 2/10

Anna looked up again and smiled Knowing that Rapunzel was the same age as she made her feel...a little closer to her. It's the little things that can make the most boring of days an eventful one.

After all, she was in prison. What was there to do here?

Anna read onward.

...

"It wasn't easy, you know. " Rapunzel said, looking up. The rain, which was once a light drizzle, has now escalated into a complete downpour. She was carrying her fence-fixing equipment back to the shed with Flynn by her side carrying an umbrella, shielding her from the rain. "Growing up with that kind of woman."

"Whatever do you mean?" Flynn asked politely.

"Gothel did feed me, bath me, home-schooled, and took care of me - pretty much, did what any normal caretaker/mother would do. And for that I am grateful." Rapunzel said, reaching the shed and placing the equipment back to their respective slots. "But..." Rapunzel paused for a minute, then continued, " she didn't nurture me. She didn't..."

Rapunzel closed her eyes. It was difficult to talk about such a subject, as bad memories always seem to seep through to the surface. She was thankful for the patience Flynn was showing, as he didn't press any further. "Anyway, I knew if would only be a matter of time before she got caught red-handed."

"Files say that she played a part in an international ring of drug smugglers and child kidnappers. Stuff like that would certainly bring Interpol's attention." Flynn spoke softly, as if every piece of information would weight heavily on Rapunzel. "Apparently, she was in league with someone in Pride Rock, Kenya."

Rapunzel stretched her arms as she directed Flynn towards the patio outside. Sitting down, she continued, "Well, I wouldn't know about that. You could imagine my shocked 10 year old face when I found out the true nature of her work. The next thing I knew, I was placed in foster home after foster home in Corona."

"And how was that?" Flynn asked, sitting down.

"Basic. Routine. Dull as dirt." said Rapunzel said plainly.

"I hear the weather is sunny over there. Is that true?" asked Flynn in an attempt to bring some sunshine towards the conversation.

"Yep. That's one thing Corona has over Arendelle: sunny predictable weather. Here it's a fucking shit storm. One moment it's sunny. The next - it's pouring...like right now." Rapunzel said, indicating the rain around them. Loud drops of water continue to tackle the roof above them.

"And what happened next?"

Rapunzel leaned on her arm. "Adulthood slapped me silly. Suddenly, I had to take care of myself, find a job, seek a higher education, and eventually find a way into the work force. So I made a resolve: booking a one way flight to Arendelle, I would put the past in the past, and move forward. But we all know that didn't happen, now did it?" She leaned forward. "You've read my files. You know how I ended up here."

Flynn grimly nodded. "Yeah. Drug trafficking. The same one that got your 'mom' caught. What are the odds?"

"Apparently high, in this recession. What else are you suppose to do when you can't secure a job?" Rapuznel asked.

Flynn could only shrug his shoulders. As an officer, he had a duty to uphold the law, but laws mean little to someone who doesn't want his ribs from meeting his spine from starvation.

"But in the end, it didn't work out. Here I am - the past now caught up to me. I feel like I'm living my childhood all over again. Only this time with a prison uniform, and an adult supervisor." spat Rapunzel. "No offense." she quickly added.

"None taken. But in all serious, " Flynn said, taking Rapunzels extended hand and cupping it with his warm digits. "thank you for telling me that."

"You're welcome." Rapunzel said, enjoying the officer's embrace. It was a pleasant juxtaposition what she had just said and done. Warm, friendly hands in a cold, hard place in chilly, wet weather. She never told anyone about her history. Not even Jasmine or Pocahontas. With her, it was all just friendly chatter and elevator talk. With Pocahontas, it was just sex, sex, and sex. Flynn was a complete new experience. Somehow, in those brown eyes, Rapunzel can see a bit of her in Flynn.

Maybe even a future, when this is all over.

Rapuznel shook her head. No, too soon. Can't be falling in love with an officer -that would be too practical. Not to mention my first!

"Is there something wrong? Can I get you something?" Flynn asks, wondering why Rapunzel was shaking her head.

"There is one question on my mind, though." Rapunzel ask, withdrawing her hands from Flynn's.

"And what's that?"

"Why someone on Interpol's list would end up in a minimum security prison like here?"

Flynn blinked. That was a genuine question. This time, it was Flynn to lean forward. He whispers, "Don't tell anyone this, but that's because she got transferred from a maximum security prison."

"Why?" asked a curious Rapunzel, who was on the edge of her seat.

"Hans told me that she's going to be on trial here in Arendelle. She will be fully prosecuted here in a court. With all that evidence pointing towards her, she'll most likely be convicted and be placed in death-row. It'll only be a matter of time before she..." Flynn trailed off before he could have finished his sentence.

"Executed." Rapunzel completed with a defiant tone in her voice. And with that, she felt strangely at peace with herself. Here she was: 24 and rotting away in prison for 3 whole years. She still had 2 more years to go. But she didn't expect this to develop.

Perhaps it was something about saying things out loud, but it did soothe her to a certain extent. It also validated her feelings on the matter. She knew that it would come to that sooner or later. It was only a matter of when and where. Rapunzel just thought that it wouldn't occur here in prison of all places. But that road's about to be crossed.

And when she does, she'll have Flynn, Jasmine, and Anna by her side.

...

"Holy shit."

Anna had to take in all what she was reading. Rapunzel's entire history was at the palm of her hands. The abuse, loneliness, and years of torment with that woman were captured in this single sheet of paper. Taking a deep breath, Anna was quickly caught off guard at the alarming similarities between the two woman. Not only in criminal history, but family as well. Thinking about it, Anna could have swore that they even look alike to a certain extent.

Anna looked at all the papers she had with her. No doubt that Hans would be looking for these paper, and if he catches anyone with these, it'll probably be a week in the SHU. She'll have to hide or destory it. With eye scrunched closed, Anna began to formulate all hypothetical scenarios about Hans, her, and these papers.

Hans has been working here for quite sometime. He knows every kook and cranny in this penitentiary. Most likely, he'll be starting at her own cell bunk. Then, he'll work his way down to each prison's cell. And eventually, the entire prison complex. Then again...if he doesn't find these papers, then there's a chance that he could get in trouble. Anna smiled at the thought of Mr. Weselton yelling at him.

...and then take his frusterations on us. Then again...another CO were to find them lying around, nobody would suspect a thing...

Anna thought for a moment. She could give them to Ursula, but then that would be giving up the favor she owes her. Not to mention that she doesn't give off a very trustworthy vibe. That leaves only one other person in mind.

Placing all the papers in the folder and tucking them underneath her shirt, she exited the bathrooms. Walking through the corridors, she found a window that looked over the entire courtyard. It was sectioned into 3 parts. Judging by the massive raindrops clinging on the glass, it must have been pouring. Now it was sunny and warm. Peering through, she found Rapunzel and Flynn taking underneath a patio in the middle. On the left side, she saw Pocahontas and Jasmine lugging heavy trash bags filled with weeds. And on the right was...

...the chicken! I knew that I wasn't going crazy!

Racing through the hallways, she decided to go find that chicken and give the papers to Flynn.

...

Pocahontas was scratching her hair. Strands came apart as fingers raked through them, showering the woman with clumps of wet, black hair. "Great - look at our hair." Grumbling, she tied her hair into a ponytail as she lugged a heavy trash bag behind her shoulder.

"It could be worse. It could be a lot worse." Jasmine said. Her hair is in the same state as Pocahontas: frizzled and wet. Both of their clothes were completely damp from the recent downpour, and both of their boots were caked with mud.

"Lets just get this inside. As much as I enjoy the sun right now, it's a good thing that they let us take showers after manual labor."

"Yeah - 1 minute showers." Jasmine snapped back as she readjusted the strap on her shoulder that carried her shovels.

"It's either that or smell like you just rolled around in the dirt. Pick your acid." replied Pocahontas.

"Well, I choose..." Jasmine looked to her side. "Hey, is that Anna?"

True to her word, Anna was bolting straight at them.

Pocahontas looked as well. "It is. Why is she running, though?"

"Hey Jasmine. Hey Pocahontas." breathed Anna. Bolting pass the two raven-hared woman, she continued towards Rapunzel and Flynn.

Jasmine looked at Pocahontas, looking confused. "What was that all about?"

...

"Anna, are you alright?" asked Rapunzel, bewildered as to how the flaming red-head is before her, panting and clutching her side. Flynn was just as confused as she was.

"Yeah...I am. Just...give me...a...minute." breathed Anna through coarse breaths. After a minutes, Flynn was the first to break the silence.

"What are you - "

"Here." Anna said, straightening up and withdrawing the somewhat crumpled manila folder and handing it to Flynn."Important files I found on the ground. An officer must have dropped them from the ground, so they must be important. I don't know what they are, but I wanted to give them to you."

"Um...thanks. Why are you running?" said Flynn as he accepted the manila folder.

"Chicken." And with that, Anna bolted away for the second time.

After Anna was out of range for ear shot, Flynn said, "Oh, great. You've picked up that ridiculous story."

"What's so ridiculous about that?" asks Rapunzel. Flynn was about answer when this walkie-talkie went up. Reaching for it, he brought it up near his face and pressed a button. "This is Officer Flynn Rider at section B-C. What's your inquiry? Over."

"This is Officer Ursula Carroll. We have a leaking pipe in one of the men restroom. Over." croaked Ursula.

"I'll be right there." replied Flynn glumly as he got up. "It's a long story. I'll tell you another time. Right now, Ursula is calling me to help out with something."

Rapunzel looked as Flynn walked pass her. "Oh, right. See ya." she mumbled sadly.

...

Anna couldn't remember when was the last time she ran this fast. She could feel the wind slicing through her hair; the acceleration pumping through her veins; the arteries that were pumping the blood that ran in said veins. Her arms were flinging madly as her breath became hoarse and ragged. Flecks of mud were spilling across her pants and shoes, but at this point, she didn't care.

She could see her goal: the chicken that was in front of her.

Charging with a little more speed, Anna let out a bellowing roar. It didn't matter if her voice was already cracking, or that it looked completely odd from a stranger's point of view. It was the roar of who she was. A roar that encapsulated all the frustration, escalation, disappointment, and redemption of a lifetime.

It was the roar of a lifetime.

It was the roar of a 24-year-old in prison.

So there you have it - the backstory of Rapunzel.

At this point, I'll probably stop summarizing Anna and Elsa's relationship. Feel free to flip back to the previous chapters for reference towards their relationship. And if anyone would love to be my beta reader, please shoot me a PM to discuss about it.

Reviews and constructive criticisms are always encouraged and welcomed.

- V