Israel's Mighty Warriors

Book One

Chapter One

Sylvia Wakefield was shopping with several friends late in August 1990, preparing for the new school year about to start for her and her school in Jerusalem, Israel, when she encountered a young man about a year older than her suddenly in a mall. She and her friends were doing some shopping for assorted school-related attire and supplies, in fact, when she did so. They both encountered each other near numerous spiral-bound notebooks and writing utensils without any prior warning that they'd do so here. Little did she know yet that this young man would come to be very important to her in her life. But time would make that evident to her soon enough, if at all possible. That was supposing that it was given enough of a chance to do so at all in the future.

Sylvia Wakefield was a Caucasian girl who was roughly 5'7" and about 130 or so pounds. She had a build that was at least somewhat, if not greatly, athletic in its nature. She had mostly waist-length auburn hair, and she often wore sweaters and jeans whenever and wherever possible in her life. Her eyes were blue, as well.

Sylvia was just about to begin her junior year of high school at her school in Jerusalem, Israel. She'd spent her whole life generally living in the Jerusalem local area, if and whenever possible. At least occasionally, she'd gone to various places all over the world, during her breaks from school, in fact. Not all the time, for she hadn't yet managed to normally do that for long enough periods of time, seeing as she was still not out of high school, in her life. Among other places in the world that she'd actually been to in it were London, Tokyo, and Chicago. Just to name a few of those places she'd been able to visit in her life for one reason or another.

When they first encountered each other, Sylvia was reaching for a few notebooks in a rack, as he was reaching for nearby writing utensils. As they both reached for their respective intended shopping items, they unexpectedly bumped into each other, while also not facing entirely toward each other here. Several things went flying from their respective hands as they did so. Including a small book just a little bit larger than a typical audio cassette case which she'd been holding in one hand.

As they tried to gather their things up, as needed, they both happened to pick up a few things belonging to each other, without realizing it at first. He, for instance, picked up that small book, which was a book that had assorted notes related to her horse-riding interest. As for her, she picked up a book about the same size, more or less, that had several addresses in it of people he knew in his life. Neither realized yet that they were each picking up some of each other's things when they were trying to gather their things back up again. But eventually, they'd seek to find each other, once they did so, in fact.

After about five minutes or so of trying to pick up their respective things here, they picked out the items that they'd just been reaching for when they'd collided with each other. They soon parted from each other, not yet knowing or realizing that they'd probably be seeing each other quite often in the future.

A week later, at most, Sylvia and many other people began school at their Jerusalem-area high school. This school of theirs was called "David Ben Jesse High School." And it was near Mount Moriah in the area. Sylvia's class consisted of about 300 or so students in it, more or less, and the school had about 2,000 students in it running from 7th Grade to 12th Grade. She was a rather good student in her scholastic life in that school. And she'd been such a student at it ever since entering it in the 7th Grade in 1986. Before entering DBJHS, she'd attended Solomon Ben David Elementary School, and done quite well scholastically in it as well.

Sylvia had several close friends, but none of her future Scout teammates were among them, most likely. Instead, her future Scout teammates probably weren't people she'd met before often enough in her life. They'd eventually meet her, if they hadn't already, and begin to form a team with each other in their respective lives.

She soon found herself in her first class of the school year, and it was World History. It was a class with about 20 or so students in it, when she found herself in it. Among the people in it was her best friend Elizabeth. Elizabeth McCall, in fact. Elizabeth McCall, who was often called Liz, had known Sylvia since her father had been sent to Jerusalem by the United Kingdom's government as their Ambassador to Israel, about six years before. Ever since, they'd begun to develop a friendship with each other in their lives.

After the teacher had finished with his first lecture of the school year in the class, Sylvia, Liz, and several other students began to converse with each other as they saw fit, once the teacher let them do so. This remained the case for much, if not most or all, of the rest of the period. Liz asked Sylvia if she was planning to go riding that evening, as she often did whenever she wasn't at school.

Sylvia said, "Perhaps I will. I often go there after school, as you know. I've heard that there might be some new horses coming in soon, as a matter of fact. Perhaps I'll get to check them out the next time I go riding."

For most of the rest of the period, if not all of it, then, Sylvia basically conversed only whenever needed here. This was because she wanted to try to get a good start on the assignment that the teacher, a Mr. Jonathan Hebron, had just given the class here, in fact. The assignment would require each student to make up a hypothetical nation, and shepherd it through history to the best of their respective abilities to do so. This particular assignment would last the whole year long, by the way. At the end of the year, they would receive grades on their assignment depending on how well they did with their hypothetical nations for it. By the end of the first week of school, however, they'd all have to create their respective nations, and begin shepherding them through history as needed here.

A few hours later, after spending time in some other classes away from each other, Liz and Sylvia met up with each other again. It was lunch period for them, in fact. As they went to lunch, they met up with the same guy that Sylvia had encountered earlier when shopping. He was just behind Sylvia when they did so, and he said, "We meet again, it seems."

"So it seems," said Sylvia, once she realized he was talking specifically to her here. "What do you need, if I may ask you this, young man?"

"It seems that I have gotten a small book with horse-related notes in it. Could it be yours, my lady?" Rolando was a young man with roughly shoulder-length black hair, a moustache, and a beard. Also, he had a small vertical scar under his bottom lip on his chin and he wore a pair of glasses with metal frames. He wore the male version of the school's usual student uniform. That male student uniform consisted primarily, though not always necessarily, of a mostly royal blue jacket with white piping, a plain white T-shirt, trousers that matched the uniform's jacket, and a pair of black business-style shoes.

"Who are you, and what's this bit with calling me 'my lady'?" Sylvia and many other girls were all dressed in similar enough, though not exactly like, Rolando and all the other male students near them here, in fact. This, of course, was for all the obvious reasons. The usual female student uniform consisted of a mostly royal blue blouse with white piping on the cuffs wherever needed, a plain white T-shirt under the blouse, a roughly knee-length skirt matching the uniform's blouse, and a pair of black business-style shoes.

"The name's Rolando Volois, and come to think of it, you seem rather familiar to me for some yet-unknown reason. Since I don't know you at all yet, if I ever will, and you're of the female gender, I thought 'my lady' was a proper form of address when talking to you here."

"I see. Well, in that case, might I look at this book you speak of, Mr. Volois?"

Volois reached into his royal blue uniform jacket's inside pocket and withdrew a book from it. He then handed it to her, waiting to see if she recognized it well enough when he did so. She opened the book and began skimming the first few pages, at most, of it, to see if anything written in it was familiar enough to her in her life. In fact, it was quite familiar, for the notes in it were written in her own hand, in both American English and Hebrew, at least. Some notes were even written in Japanese and Spanish, for that matter, where possible.

Sylvia had picked up Japanese from her time in Japan and through assorted video and audio tapes, for the most part. Her partial fluency in Spanish primarily came from her time in several South American countries during certain times away from school, if not entirely from it. As for American English and Hebrew, she'd learned them both from a very young age. She was equally fluent in either language, and had spoken them both for as long as she could remember in her life. Also, as part of her required education, she'd begun learning Arabic and several other similar languages whenever necessary and possible. She wasn't totally fluent in Arabic and those other languages yet, but she eventually hoped to be, just the same.

After skimming the book currently in question for a little while as she then needed to here, she said, "Mr. Volois, it seems this book is indeed mine. I'm wondering how you got possession of it, in fact."

"It seems that when we were shopping for assorted clothes and school supplies, and we collided with each other like we did, I picked up some of your things, and you must have picked up some of mine. Have you found anything of mine of late, by any chance, since we last met each other, then?" He asked this as they were finally able to enter the school's main cafeteria area, by the way.

"Perhaps. Could we perhaps discuss this matter at some later time? For as you know, it's lunch period here, and I think we'd all really like to have some lunch here before it's too late."

"I suppose. When, then?"

"Meet me near the front entrance right after school, if at all possible. Then we'll try to work this matter out."

"Acceptable. Does 3:15 pm or so sound suitable enough for you here, then?"

"I suppose, Mr. Volois."

"Might I ask one other thing, then, before we get our food and drink, at least?"

"What's that?"

"What's your name? It seems to have not been anywhere at all in your notebook, as far as I could then tell well enough."

"My name is Sylvia. Sylvia Wakefield, as a matter of fact."

"Very well, then. I shall call you Miss Wakefield, if you'd like me to in the future. I have this rather strange feeling that we might even be spending a lot of time with each other in it."

Shortly thereafter, they each received their lunches from the necessary cafeteria personnel, and sat at two different tables elsewhere in the cafeteria, about five tables apart from each other. Sylvia and several other girls, including Elizabeth, sat at one table, and Rolando sat at another table with several other boys.

After they were seated well enough at the same table, Liz said, "Spill, Sylvia. What do you know of him so far?" As she asked Sylvia that, she and her current table-mates began having their lunches with each other.

"Not much, Liz. I only met him last week, in fact. It happened when I was out with Leila, Sonja, and Ashley, at one of the stores in the Mall. If you'd have been with us then, instead of with Thomas, you'd probably have met up with him, I expect." Sylvia then took a bite of some potato salad on her plate after saying those things here.

"Well, Thomas wanted to take me out to dinner, and then to a movie. So I went with him, for I'd not seen him for a while. You know it's been a while since I was last back in Bristol, Sylvia. I don't see many people from that area around me often enough, it seems." Liz took a few bites of a ham and cheese sandwich on her plate as she said those things here.

Thomas Harker was Liz's boyfriend from Bristol in the United Kingdom. They were now carrying on a long-distance relationship with each other due to her current living situation. They'd been seeing each other romantically since he'd been in 9th Grade and she in 8th Grade, after falling in love with each other during one of her rare trips back to the United Kingdom. They'd known each other for about five years before that, but hadn't really been interested in each other as possibly more than just friends until he'd protected her from a bully in a Bristol-area mall.

"Noted, Liz. When was the last time you were in the Bristol area of Great Britain again?"

As for Sylvia, she hadn't yet had a boyfriend, but she was hoping to have one in the near future, if at all possible. Sylvia had never been very interested in boys in her life, in fact. But that was about to change, for reasons neither she nor anyone else in her life knew yet.

"I was last there around Christmas, I believe."

Sylvia was the first of four children for her parents Nigel and Esther Wakefield. The other three children in her immediate family were two girls and a boy. The boy in her family was Ulysses, and the other two girls in it were Rebecca and Martha.

They and their current table-mates all eventually finished consuming their respective lunches. When they did so, they returned their various dishes and silverware to the necessary places, and disposed of their trash as needed. With that then done, they soon went to their respective next classes, whatever they might be currently.

A few more hours later, after some more classes for her at school, Sylvia went to her new hall locker and put things in it as needed. The school day had just ended when she did that, in fact. She stored a few of her things in it as she saw fit to do that here, and then closed and locked it again.

Minutes later, she met up with Rolando where they'd agreed to try to meet earlier. They briefly conversed with each other, and walked out of the school's main building together. They walked to her mostly dark blue van together, as they got a little acquainted with each other here. She said, "I have a van because I often carry a lot of things in it in my life. For instance, I often carry plenty of plants in it for my garden."

"I see. And where is this garden of yours?"

"I have a garden behind my family's house, Mr. Volois. It isn't very big, mind you, but it's still good-sized. We live a little ways away from here, in a little place we call Wakefield Castle, even though it's not exactly a castle as you might think of it." She got into her van, in very short order, just as soon as she could then do so here.

"I see. And about how big is this place, if I may ask you this, Miss Wakefield?"

"You'll just have to wait and find out, if you and I get to know each other well enough in the future, Mr. Volois. Let's meet this evening at Christ Church, and see if we can return all the necessary things to each other, if at all possible."

"What time, Miss Wakefield?"

"How does 6 pm sound?" Sylvia asked this with a rather inquisitive look on her face as she studied him through her door from behind her van's steering wheel, in fact.

"I suppose I could meet you there then. I usually am at a library then, but I think I can make an exception to my usual routine here, at least once, perhaps."

"Understood. Then please meet me there at that time, if you can."

"Will do. Until then, if you have no further need of me at this time, I'll see you later." She then drove away, as he watched her go.

After she drove off, a friend of his came up to him and asked, "Rolando, who was that girl you were just talking to?" This friend was dark-skinned, about 6'2" and 190 pounds, and his uniform jacket was now off, stuffed inside a small backpack hanging from his left shoulder. He had mostly dark brown hair with light blue streaks in it, and it was roughly chin-length, wherever possible, for him.

"A girl I met at a mall last week, and at lunch today, James. Why do you ask?"

"Do you know very much about her yet?" asked James, who was mainly of Kenyan and Greek descent, with a small smattering of other ethnicities also present in his ancestry.

"No, I don't, in fact. She seems at least a little familiar to me, though, for some reason I don't understand yet, if I ever will." James and Rolando conversed a little while longer with each other, before Rolando left the school grounds for a residence about a mile or two away from them. The residence in question, of course, was his family's residence elsewhere in the city.

Rolando Volois was a boy about a year older than Sylvia Wakefield, but he was still in her grade at DBJHS due to poor academic performance during his first year of seventh grade. Otherwise, he would have just started his senior year in high school. He was from Inverness, Scotland, and he was here because his family had come there due to his father being transferred by his company to the Jerusalem area.

His father worked for a Scottish media conglomerate that mainly consisted of newspapers, film companies, and book publishers. His father's name was Morgan. The Dingwall-born Morgan worked primarily as an editor for one of the conglomerate's book publishing imprints, but also worked part-time as a film producer, whenever necessary, on assorted movie productions for the company.

Rolando was the eldest child of five for his parents Morgan and Emily Volois. His four siblings consisted of two brothers and two sisters. His brothers were Thomas and Bruce, while his sisters were Astrid and Celeste. Thomas was about two years younger than him, Astrid about four years younger than him, Bruce about seven or so years younger than him, and Celeste about eleven or so years younger than him.

Rolando's mother Emily was a stay-at-home mother, generally, in her life, as she'd normally been ever since Rolando had been born, in it. She'd delivered Rolando in February 1973, Thomas in December 1974, Astrid in February 1977, Bruce in July 1980, and Celeste in December 1983. No more children were currently expected to join the Volois family by anyone in it, in fact. The Glasgow-born Emily Brykel had met her future husband Morgan when she was still attending school in the United States for some time, and when he was working for a company that mostly concentrated on producing stationery-related items. They married a few years after she finished college. Before she married him, she worked as a teacher in Minnesota for a few years. After they married, they returned to Scotland together, and settled in the Inverness area, eventually producing their five current children with each other.

When Rolando got back to his family's residence on Lions Gate Road, it was then about 4 in the afternoon. By that time, all his siblings were back from their respective schools in the city, and his mother was reading to his youngest sibling in Celeste and Astrid's bedroom. As for Thomas and Bruce, they were in their bedroom either reading or working on computers, as they saw fit to do at that time. He soon went to his own bedroom, which was just across the main hall from his brothers' bedroom, and next door to the house's main bathroom. His sisters' bedroom was directly across the hall from the main bathroom. As for his parents' master bedroom, it was at the other end of the main hall from the back of the foyer somewhat near the front door.

The main stairs were just off the foyer to the left, as one might enter the residence through the front door. The foyer extended about ten feet into the residence, clearing the main stairwell that led upstairs to the second floor of it, before primarily turning in two directions when it came to a wall directly opposite the front door. Only one doorway was present in that wall, and it led to the living room in the residence. To the right of that wall, and the doorway in it, the main hall began its run through the house as needed. While to the left of both, the foyer turned off toward the kitchen, the living room, and the library, through another hallway. The first two doors that appeared along the run of the main hall were the doors to the main bathroom and his sisters' bedroom, with the main bathroom being the one on the left as one would pass through the main hall. Then came the doors to his bedroom and to his brothers' bedroom, as earlier stated, when the need arose here for both bedrooms' doors to be present.

The first room reached through the other hallway that ran past the main stairwell to the left was the library. One normally went through the library to get to the kitchen, which was behind the library in the residence. The kitchen could also be reached through the living room, if desired. But most of the time, anyone who wanted to get to the kitchen would pass through the library. The library was stocked with many thousands, if not millions, of books, covering a very wide variety of subjects and genres. And it was very common for most of the family's members or their guests to do at least some reading while they were in the kitchen, whenever possible. As for the living room, it was quite common for the family's members to operate the family's shared computers or watch television in it. Three computers were present on desks along the walls of the living room, in fact. Attached to the side of the living room opposite the kitchen, there was a storage room behind Rolando's bedroom. Behind the master bedroom, and attached to the side of the storage room opposite the living room, there was a three-car garage with the entrance/exit being to the right side of the residence as someone might see it from the street when facing the Volois family's residence. A driveway led from the street to the garage as needed.

As for the upstairs part of the house, it had an art studio that Emily would often paint in whenever her five children were in school and her husband was at work doing whatever he needed to do for his company. Also, a well-equipped computer lab and a good-sized storage area were upstairs not far from the main stairs or her art studio. Those three rooms upstairs took up most of the present space upstairs in the residence. The rest of the upstairs part of the house consisted of a small attic and a small laundry room where most, if not all, of the family's laundry was dealt with as needed, whenever possible. Access to the roof was gained through the attic. On the roof, there were two satellite dishes and assorted computer-related towers, so that the family would be able to receive numerous television channels from all over the world and have access to the Internet whenever needed or desired.

There was also a small basement present in the residence that could be accessed through trap doors under some desks in the library. If and whenever necessary, someone could press hidden buttons under the desks' main drawers, and the necessary trap door or trap doors would appear under it or them in short order. The trap door or doors could be lifted up to permit access to the basement. And a person could then slip beneath the desk or desks as needed, so that they could enter that basement quite quickly, most ideally. Beneath each trap door, there was a long ladder leading deep underground to the basement. The basement was rather large, and it had many different rooms in it. For it had been used long before by people hiding out from assorted enemies of the Chosen People over the centuries and/or millennia since the time of Christ, in fact.

The residence's basement had been around much longer than the rest of the residence, which had been constructed, in stages, sometime in the early to middle1940's, before the eventual re-establishment of the State of Israel in May 1948. Part of it had been damaged by Arab terrorist attacks at least once, if not more than once, before the Volois family had most recently moved into it. Primarily where the living room and kitchen now were in the residence, but also partly where the rooms directly above the kitchen, living room, and storage room were, in fact. Wherever and whenever needed, then, assorted previous residents of the house repaired the damage caused by assorted Arab terrorists over the years they were in residence there.

The Volois family had moved into the residence about two months before, more or less. And they were now beginning to make it a home away from home for themselves, even though they all would've rather been back in the Inverness area in their lives, of course. Especially Rolando. For he missed several of his friends from that area of the British Isles quite a bit now in his own life. Even though he'd never yet had a girlfriend in his life, that was still the case here for him in it.

When he entered his room, he soon locked the door behind him. With that done, he then changed out of his school uniform here. Rolando changed his clothes to a navy blue T-shirt with white lettering, a pair of blue jeans, a pair of sneakers, and a bright red sleeveless vest with navy blue piping along the edges wherever needed and appropriate. He then put most of his things in a moderately-sized desk, in various drawers, as he saw fit here. Next, he booted up a personal computer on the desk, and sat down behind it in a swivel-style chair with a medium blue backrest and seat to it. He worked on it for a while, also checking assorted messages in his electronic mail boxes online, where possible and desired here. He did this until just before 5 pm, when he then logged out of one of his accounts on the Internet, and shut down his computer as needed.

After he shut down his computer, he gathered up everything he'd accidentally gotten earlier when he'd unexpectedly encountered Sylvia for the first time, and he stowed those things away in a backpack now sitting on his bed. A bed with an appropriately-sized quilt resting on it which was covered primarily with small versions of the Scottish flag, in fact. Two good-sized plain white pillows were at the head of the bed, and they had pillow cases largely covered with assorted writing-related designs on them. Such as scrolls and/or quills, for instance.

He briefly went to the kitchen, and put together a few sandwiches and other things for himself to have on the way to Christ Church elsewhere in Jerusalem, if not while he was there with Sylvia. By the time he got there, his father was helping his mother prepare supper for the family to have on the current night. He asked his mother, "Do you mind if I go to Christ Church to meet with a classmate of mine for a while, Mother? It seems we encountered each other last week, and got some things that belonged to each other by mistake. I would like to get back the things that they picked up by mistake, then, if I may. May I go there shortly?"

"That's quite a distance from here, I think, Rolando. Is it really necessary for you to do so, as far as you know?" His mother was hoping that he'd only go to the library on the current day, which was what he normally would do on an average weekday in his life.

"It seems it is, for I need my address book back, among other things they picked up by mistake. I'll be taking my car there, and I hope to be back here by 9, if at all possible. Though I don't know yet just how long it will take me to get back here tonight."

Not too much later, then, Rolando was on his way to Christ Church for the expected meeting with Sylvia there. He was there within ten minutes, at most. While he waited for her to appear there, he took out an English-language Bible, and read it for a while. The version of the Bible he read for a while was a King James Version Bible, and it was a Bible his father had given him at a very young age, back in Inverness.

When she arrived just before 6 pm, she parked her van in the church's parking lot. Minutes later, she then found him in the main part of the church. He greeted her pleasantly, and asked, "How are you, Miss Wakefield?"

"I'm fine. I just did some riding on a horse elsewhere in the area, in fact."

"I see. And what's their name, if I may ask you this here?"

"Their name is 'Moonlight Serenade,' if I remember their name well enough here, in fact, Mr. Volois."

"And did you like riding on them?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I quite did. I expect to often ride him in the future, if and whenever possible, when I go riding for a while."

"I see." Eventually, they got tired of making a bit of small talk with each other, and began attending to the returns of the items belonging to each other that they'd each picked up earlier by mistake. By 6:30 or so, then, they finished giving back all the necessary things to each other that the other had picked up during their first encounter with each other while shopping for assorted school-related supplies.

After they did that, he asked, "Have you had your supper yet?"

"No, I haven't. Why do you ask, Mr. Volois?"

"Just wondering. You did say that you were recently riding, did you not?"

"Yes, I suppose I did. I was planning to eat supper back at my residence, in fact, when I got back there later on tonight."

"I see. Would you be willing to go out to eat with me tonight, then?"

"No, I don't think so. As for any other later time, I'm not necessarily saying 'No,' just so you know, Mr. Volois. Supposing, of course, that we might both ever be agreeable to such an idea in our respective lives at least once, if not more than once."

So Rolando didn't press her any longer on such an idea as he'd just suggested to her here. And not too much later, then, the two of them parted from each other with them both having their respective belongings, and only their respective belongings, in their possessions when they parted from each other. They'd most likely see each other again not too much later, in fact, while they were in school the following day.

Rolando soon went to the library he would often go to, and she went back to her own residence for the rest of the evening or night. This would be the last evening or night that they'd be seeing each other before her life was about to change forever, most likely. For little did she yet know, if at all, that she'd eventually find herself fighting assorted beings and people in the future quite often, for quite some length of time.

When she got back to Wakefield Castle, she soon went to her room on the second floor of the Wakefields' residence. Her sisters' bedroom was directly across the main hallway on the same floor from her room. While her brother's bedroom was next door to her sisters' room and directly across that hallway from the upstairs bathroom next door to her room.

There were three good-sized bedrooms upstairs, and they belonged to all of the Wakefield family's children. The largest of them was Sylvia's, while the smallest belonged to Ulysses. Her brother Ulysses wasn't really the kind of guy to require or want a lot of space for his bedroom, so he had the smallest one of the three. Rebecca and Martha's room was larger than Uly's, due to the fact that they shared a room. And Sylvia's room was the largest of the three, for she often worked on various arts and crafts-related things in her room, whenever possible, in her life. Assorted other rooms were also upstairs, if and wherever needed. Including a moderately-sized attic, for that matter.

As for her parents, they had a master bedroom and bathroom downstairs that were a bit larger than the younger girls' bedroom and the upstairs bathroom, respectively, as needed or desired for them both, of course. The kitchen, dining room, and living room were not very far from the master bedroom and bathroom or the front door. Also downstairs, there were a library, a computer lab, and several storage areas. Most of those storage areas were in the form of closets, wherever and whenever possible.

Sylvia's garden could normally be accessed through a sliding door in the dining room. One would exit the main house through that door, and find themselves on the back porch. Then one would walk down some nearby steps on the porch to the ground below them, and walk to a gate flanked on both sides by trellises covered with climbing roses, wherever possible.

Her garden could normally be seen from her room and the upstairs bathroom, for instance, but primarily from her room and the attic, if and whenever possible. And she normally grew roses and assorted other kinds of flowers in it, with some rare exceptions, in fact.

When she went to her room, Rebecca was exiting the upstairs bathroom. They briefly conversed with each other before they went to their respective bedrooms. Sylvia soon went right to work on her homework from the recently-ended day of school. She only exited her room for the rest of the night whenever needed, like for supper, for instance. She eventually retired to her bed in her room by 11:30 pm local time, hopefully not to be disturbed until such time as she'd have to wake up in the morning.