The clock was ticking away, as if representing the time slipping away from Michelangelo, mocking him as he sat in the infirmary, gasping harshly. The pain in his chest cavity was overwhelming, even the smallest breath took most of his energy out of him. His body shook slightly as the small droplets of sweat started to race down the back of his neck with such urgency he thought they would reach behind his shell. His head was pounding terribly hard that it felt he was being pushed through a wall over and over again. Mikey knew he wouldn't make it at this rate if he didn't get some medicine of some sort. He was always prone to getting sick first out of his brothers for he was smaller and didn't exactly care for hygiene as his brothers did. But in his entire life he has never gotten this sick. He came to the conclusion that it was probably from the living conditions he was in and how malnourished he was becoming. The sluggish food they offered was tasteless and very unproductive. He could tell he lost a large amount of weight, making him feel more worthless than he already did. He did have a small light of happiness gleaming in his heart; he remembered his family once again. He felt comfort seeing their faces once more and remembering how safe he felt pressed against his sensei.

Mikey cringed forward, gasping for breath as he felt the stinging heat radiating off underneath his tail. A red flag signaled in his head but ignored it. He never wanted to think of that again but the pain on his bottom plastron was screaming at him for attention. He shook his head, trying to rid the memories and the pain. A ninja who was suppose to be master of stealth and strength gets caught then is raped? What a ridiculous concept to comprehend. What would his family think if they found out? Would they shun him? Would they wish him to leave with his tainted soul and never return?

Mikey stopped thinking for a moment went he felt the tears threatening to release again. He moved his palm over the sides of his eyes to wipe away the evidence of weakness. The memory of being under the subway station reminded him of his reasoning for never crying, the nagging voice in the back of his mind yelling at him not to shed a single tear. Then he thought of Rictor again. His eye automatically darkened by the thought of this man. He will not show weakness to this guy, no matter what curve ball he throws, he won't do it. He will not shame his family any farther then he already has.

He looked up to see the nurse sluggishly moving over to the side of the cot that Mikey was sitting on.

"You have no injuries from this fight; I can't do anything for you." She croaked. Mikey felt his heart drop as a hoarse cough escaped through his throat. This sickness was going to kill him off in no time and although death sounded promising right now, he didn't want to die because of a cold. He looked at the nurse with pleading eyes.

"Please," He tried to start but his throat was sore and it was growing harder to breath. "I won't make it with this." He felt the tears threatening once again.

"You-you're a good person. I can tell. My family-" He coughed harshly trying to finish his sentence. He looked back up at the nurse. His desperation written all over his face.

"They're coming an-and we can help you. B-but I need to stay alive so please, help me." He felt terrible for begging but he was growing desperate. The clock was ticking and his life was slowly fading away as each minute passed. The older slug nurse looked at him with blank beady eyes. She was reading him, seeing the pureness that lingered on his face. With a gurgled sigh she walked to the other room. Mikey felt the pain of defeat as he let his head hang down. The pain in his chest was growing heavier and it felt he was being constricted of any air. His head shot up looking to see the nurse coming back with what looked to be a shot but instead of a needle it was four picks sticking out of it. She came over by his arm and before she gave him the shot, she looked at the scar tissue from the bite to see most of it was already healed. She looked down to his calf and saw the burn wasn't as lucky. The skin peeled back and the discoloration showing the failure of being taken care of was pronounced greatly. She looked back up to see him looking at her. His eyes were slightly glazed, probably from the exhaustion for the time he had been here. She looked back at his arm and placed the mouth of the shot on his bicep and clicked the bottom on the top.

His body suddenly convulsed from the sudden intrusion. His veins felt that they had been buried in piles of ice as the cold liquid took over his body. He took a large gasp of breath, feeling the pain release and his airway cleared. The pain in his head faded and the shakes reduced down to a small throb. He took a few relaxing breaths before turning his head to face the nurse. With a humble smile he told her thank you before looking back down, his smile never leaving.

"This will give you comfort for a little while but its all I can do for you." She admitted.

"It's all I needed thanks." The nurse felt a twinge of good feeling for she has never been complimented before.

The good moment was suddenly interrupted by the sound of the door slamming open to show two guards.

"Come." They spoke. Mikey felt his heart dropped and knew he wasn't going back to his cell just yet.

Rictor sat at the all too familiar table waiting for his prisoner to come in. He fingered at the black bag the sat in front of him, feeling the rough leather against his fingertips. He ran his hand across the medium sized mirror next to the bag. He was determine that he would make the boy fear him more then anything else in the world. This was his kingdom; this is where he was in charge and he wasn't going to allow some boy destroying everything he worked for. Today he was going to get his hands dirty with the innocence of Michelangelo.

The door slammed open to show the two guards arm in arm with Mikey as they walked in. They dropped Mikey's arms and stood there waiting for further instruction. He waved them away, leaving him with Michelangelo alone in the room. Mikey stood up straight with an emotionless look. His stomach began to turn looking at Rictor. His military look mocked the honored men and women who wore similar attire. Mikey couldn't help but shift his foot slightly, feeling the uncomfortable gaze coming from Rictor. Rictor took note of the quick change of attitude coming from the young turtle and smirked. He stood up and placed his hands behind his back.

"That was an interesting performance you did back there." He spoke. Mikey kept his mouth shut. The guilt he felt for giving mercy to that man was anchoring his heart, feeling as though the entire world was falling on top of him. An invulnerable shiver ran down his spine thinking of the dragon he first fought, questioning whether what Miles said about the creatures fate was true or not. Mikey didn't realize he went a daze until he saw snapping fingers in front of his face. He looked up to see Rictor in close proximity of him and took a step back. He had that same smell that Miles did. His heart fluttered slightly by the crude stench that filled his nostrils. He feared of the same fate he suffered once before. Not again. He didn't to feel that helplessness, that pain, the regret and shame ever again. He looked up to meet black eyes that bored down into the depths of his own soul. Mikey took in a shuddering breath, secretly thanking the nurse for giving him the ability once again to breath normally.

"What's the matter? Cat caught your tongue?" He asked, placing his scaly finger on Mikey's bottom lip and pulling down slightly. Mikey reacted by quickly slapping the hand away, a bit more fearful than he had planned to. He froze instantly after his motion looking up to see if anger would sweep over Rictor or merely accelerate. With a gulp, he brought his hand back down to his side and simply waited for Rictor to respond.

After what seemed like an entire lifetime, Rictor smiled and stepped back. Mikey let out a shuddering breath, relieved to have some of his space back. He looked to see Rictor playing with a small remote in his hand, looking towards a blank wall.

"Michelangelo, I want to play a game with you." He said smoothly. Mikey looked toward the ground, growling slightly.

"Sorry, it's passed my curfew; I don't have time to play." He said with a dry tone. Rictor looked back at the small terrapin to see his head down casted and his shoulders slumped only slightly. He knew this child was only trying to play a part and he wasn't doing a very good job at it. He didn't care what the old man said, the boy feared him and today, he will make him despise him.

"Well I am sorry you feel that way but unfortunately you have to play," He started, observing the turtle's movements. "You did a remarkable job defeating your opponent today. He was one of my top men and you took him out pretty easily." He praised but Mikey can sense the venom in his word.

"I didn't do anything." Mikey admitted. When he thought about it, he just retreated like a coward. The elder had one move and Mikey basically ran away to avoid the blow. That was nothing to praise about.

"Oh but you did. You see, I have underestimated you greatly since you have been here. Like your fight with Versile." He spoke. Mikey flicked his eyes up slightly, looking up at his capture with questioning eyes.

"He was your first opponent. Dragon Face is how you might categorize him as." Rictor said. Mikey remembered that fight and the explanation from Miles and a whole new wave of guilt soared threw him. Licking his lips, he looked to the side towards the blank wall.

"That fight is the reason you only have one knee pad right?" He asked. Mikey looked down to see he was missing his knee pad and remembered he used it to help his burn. When the nurse looked at it, she threw away the broken up leather of the pad. He met eyes with Rictor once more, his mind swarming with fear. Why would he care if he was missing a knee pad or not? Rictor's smirk only grew larger.

"You see, I am a man of organization. Since you are missing a piece of your uniform and I can't replace it for you, there is only one other thing to do." Sitting back down on his seat with the remote still in hand, He looked back at Michelangelo, "Take everything off."

Mikey was slightly taken back from the demand of this man. Take off his gear? What would be the point? Even though the pads, belt, and bandana was all they wore, it was the only thing close to concealment that he had. Without the small amount of coverage, Mikey felt exposed and vulnerable. His teeth shuddered slightly against each other, knowing if he didn't fulfill his request, he will be punished. But, the stubborn, warrior side of him told him to hold his ground and not give in. No matter what pain is conflicted, you do not give in. With a sharp intake of breath he closed his eyes.

"No." He said in a small voice. Rictor gawked up one of his eye ridges at the reply. He stood up and with practical caution; he walked in front of the table and leaned up against it crossing his arms.

"No? This wasn't an option I told you to take it off." He said. Mikey shook his head lightly, rejecting the demand loud and clear.

"I grow tiresome of your rebellious attitude Michelangelo now if you don't listen then I am just gonna have to punish you." He spoke to him in a low tone. Mikey raised his head looking at Rictor.

"I don't care what you do to me. I won't do it." He said with some boldness he even surprised himself. Rictor just stares at him for a short while till he let out an effortless laugh.

"You don't care what I do to you?" He asked. Mikey replied with a nod. Rictor's smirk only grew.

"Nice try but you'll start caring once your screaming in agony and I can promise you its music to my ears." he said.

"Try me." Mikey challenged. With a sigh, he brought the remote up into sight and aimed it at the blank wall. Suddenly an image appeared and it made Mikey choke on his own breath. It was Raphael and Leonardo running through the forest in the Nexus. Mikey's eyes went incredibly wide at the sight. It was a clear image, a video, a live stream of his brothers and he felt his heart warm up instantly. Without considering the consequences, he took a step towards the screen with his brothers, his family. That same feeling of tears threatening were coming through but this was for a different reason. He felt hope, he felt content. He wanted to cry of happiness that they were still there, they were still alive and well and from what it looked like, they were looking for him. He could see the determination on Leo's face and the anger of Raph's. Mikey started to plan out in his head that once they found him and pampered him to his hearts content, he would make his family a huge breakfast, lunch, a dinner. He would practice more with Leo, Spar with Raph, and learn from Donnie. All of it, every last bit of it sounded so heartwarming that Mikey could barely handle it.

Mikey let out a silent squeak when the image suddenly disappeared from his sight. His dream, his laughs, his love all of it suddenly vanished in thin air and he was suddenly consumed by the musk and control of Rictor.

Mikey turned his head and with devastated eyes, he questioned the reasons behind teasing him in such a cruel way. Rictor's smirk was mocking Michelangelo. His desperation, his pain of being so far away from home was amusing to this guy.

"I know where your brothers are and if you continue to disregard my orders like you just did, I will bring them here and easily as I did you and I will kill each and every one of them slowly and painfully." Rictor threatened. Mikey couldn't think. There was no way he could do that could he? He just stared blankly at wall as if he stared at it long enough he image would come back to him.

"One more time Michelangelo, take it off or I will kill them all." He said sternly. Mikey turned to face him, his eyes glistening his innocence making Rictor growl in disgust. Only moments ago Mikey looked at him with anger filled orbs and now? Now he looked like a young child who just got his toy taken away.

"Y-you wouldn't..." His voice filled with plead, making Rictor's blood boil. He thought he scrubbed away that pathetic childlike innocence he had seem to hold to so tightly but now he sees he needs to crank it up a notch to fulfill his desire. With a smirk he replied,

"Try me." Mocking Mikey's earlier attempt to rebel. Mikey began to shake vividly. It was one thing to forcefully take away something of meaning; it was another thing to do it yourself. Mikey felt the shame and anger build and quickly grabbed his left elbow pad and roughly threw it to the ground, gaining a small plop noise as it landed on the cold floor. He did the same to the other arm, showing the force he was using to undress himself. He took in a breath before slowly pulling down his remaining knee pad, careful not to disturb the still painful burn on his leg. Although it wasn't the ache he worried about the most, it still stung terribly when he even tried to touch it. With a grimace he pulled out the clothing and stood back up facing Rictor.

"And the belt." He announced. By this time Mikey had no control over the tremors that went through his entire body. With shaky fingers, he undid the tie at his middle and allowed the cloth to fall to the floor. Mikey felt his face heat up dramatically from the embarrassment he felt. Mikey was never confident with his form. Although he was the leanest and most flexible, he wasn't fully built like all three of his brothers were. Mikey looked to the ground, trying to cover the glowing red on his cheeks as his bare arms reached behind his head to start trying to untie the tie from his bandana. He whimpered slightly wishing that the guards would just come in and take him back to his cell so he wouldn't have to go any farther.

"Enough." he said with a pacifist voice. Mikey's hands froze in place, feeling as if maybe his small prayer was answered. He watched as Rictor propped the mirror up in front of him, showing the turtle looking back at him. Mikey hasn't seen what he looks like in so long he had almost forgotten. He looked over his now smaller form, seeing the sunken cheeks and smaller limbs. He now had proof that the reasoning for his sickness is a good chance from his malnourishment. He let his hands drop and looked over his bandana to see it to be greatly dirtied and torn slightly. Looking at this reflection made Michelangelo feel worthless. What Ninja allows himself to get like this? To loose such valuable entities to low lives such as Rictor. Mikey's emotions were going crazy at this point. He felt his lip quiver only slightly but not enough for anyone to notice.

Rictor dug into the bag and pulled out three bandanas. One red, one blue, and one purple and walked over to Michelangelo. Mikey watched as his much taller form shadowed over Mikey. He cupped Mikey's chin and made him look up.

"Now here's the game. You will not speak, you will not move, you try and attack me I will allow you to watch as I behead each of your brothers and hang their lifeless forms over my arena are we clear?" He asked. Mikey closed his eyes, tucking his lips into his mouth and shook his head in understanding. Rictor smirked as he walked next to Mikey, running his hand across his plastron, making Mikey flinch slightly.

"Ah ah ah, what did I just say? Don't move." He said as he got behind Michelangelo. Mikey couldn't stop shaking, feeling the hand roam over his front. He gulped multiple times and suddenly tensed when the hand dipped farther down. He clamped his jaw shut, making sure no noise escaped. Rictor grinned and brought his hands away from Mikey's body but instead started to play with the tails of his bandana.

"Orange, what a vibrant color it is. It represents you perfectly. It's an active color, alive, unique," He spoke, smoothing out the small wrinkles in the bandana. Mikey refused to acknowledge him. He tried to trail his mind away, try to escape the situation but couldn't seem to do so. He suddenly felt him tugging on the tails until the tie came undone and left Mikey completely open to the world.

"But you're not acting like Michelangelo are you? You want to be like someone else don't you?" He asked with a slight purr in his voice, slowly caressing the side of Mikey's face, making Mikey get Goosebumps on his arms. He watched as he draped his arm around his shoulders and brought up a purple band up into view.

"Maybe you're trying to be smarter then the situation? Hmm, no intelligence doesn't suit you." He said, flinging the bandana onto the floor. He then brought up a red bandana.

"Or maybe you're trying to be strong, thinking that this is nothing more then a training exercise. Probably not, you don't have much brute strength in you." He crumpled the red one in his hand and tossed it away.

"Oh I know what you're doing," Mikey closed his eyes as he felt the material cover his eyes. When he sensed he wasn't in immediate danger, he opened his eyes and took a sharp gasped. He was wearing a blue bandana, just like Leo's.

"You're trying to be brave, thinking that none of this scares you, that you are better then what this hell hole claims you to be." Rictor whispered in his ear. With slow movement, he licked up the side of Mikey's cheek, making his body tense up.

"But you can't be Leonardo Michelangelo. You're not brave, you're not fearless, you're a pathetic little turtle living in the shadows of great warriors." He started to run a finger in between Mikey's clamped lips, forcing them apart before roughly putting his finger entirely into his mouth. Mikey grunted at the vulgar taste of salt that invaded his taste buds. He squirmed slightly when he felt a hand slink down between his legs, grasping his tail and roughly tugging it.

"Now how would Leonardo look at you now? How do you think he'll react when he finds out that after all the training he's done for you, you still allow scum like me to touch you like this?"

He pushed his finger a little farther making Mikey gag slightly. Mikey looked at the mirror and felt like Leo was looking at him, judging him, disgracing him from the family. Mikey shut his eyes tight trying to rid of the negative thoughts but they came pouring in.

"And your father trained you, forced you to be something your not. Meaningful. In the end you have nothing going for you. Donatello has intelligence, Raphael has strength, Leonardo has leadership, and you? You have nothing but the shell on your back." With that he tugged his tail harder making Mikey groan and tipped his head back. Rictor took this time to take his finger out of Mikey's mouth and roughly grab his jaw and tipped it farther before clamping his strong jaw onto the now exposed flesh.

Mikey yelped as he struggled slightly at the penetration of his throat. He felt the strong canines sinking deeply into his neck. He fought only half heartily knowing if he did try and fight off this guy, his family could be in danger. He took the shame, the filth that was being rubbed on him. He would do it for his family, even if he wasn't strong, wasn't smart, or even brave, He would sacrifice his entire body to see their lives filled with enjoyment and happiness.

Rictor finally let go, licking the now bleeding wound with light pressure. He pulled back and blew light air making Mikey shiver.

"You know why I am doing this to you Michelangelo?" He asked as he reached to tug the bandana to make it fall to the ground and ran his hands down mikey's biceps and forearms, feeling the slight Goosebumps forming as he moved. Mikey kept his jaw shut, not daring to say a word.

"I'm doing this because I own you now. You're my toy to play with. You have nothing to live for. You will fight for me, die for me, be my entertainment till I get bored with you and throw you away like I do with everything else." He whispered. The tears now glassing around his eyes were clouding his sight. No matter how many times he blinked them away, they kept coming back threatening the pour.

"I don't want any more sarcastic remarks. I don't want you to fight me anymore. You do, and you will be punished. You will eat what I give you. You will do everything I desire am I clear? Answer me." He demanded. Mikey fought the urge to buck this guy and beat the living shit out of him. But he felt the wondering fingers around his tail start to head north and brushed against that sensitive skin of his. The pain spiked up his spine making him lock his jaw once more.

"Well?" He asked, impatience lingering in the simple word. With an unwanted breath, Mikey relaxed slightly.

"Yes." He said quietly. Rictor smirked letting go of his tail and bringing his hands behind his back, still not leaving the presence of Michelangelo.

"Now tell me, what do you want?" He asked. It was such a broad question that Mikey could come up with hundreds of answers like a slice of pizza or even a nice shower but knew he really had one answer.

"I…Would like to go back to my cell." He said with a cracked voice. Rictor smirked as he turned and opened the door. He looked back to see Mikey didn't move where he was.

"Very well. The guards will take you back." He said walking back to the table. Mikey took one last look at him before turning to the door. That's when Rictor saw it. He saw hate, burning hatred in his eyes. That glitter of light was almost gone, just a few more pushes and he will devour that light and consume that soul in complete darkness. Rictor leaned back in his chair and placed his hand on his chin and thought.

"I'm curious if his friend is back." He asked himself before looking through some of the files of the inmates.

Mikey was chucked into the cell and kneeled in the small room, ghosting his fingers over his body, as if trying to somehow cleanse his body from that monsters touch. Mikey let out a whimper and he leaned forward slightly, trying to give himself some self comfort. He had never felt so alone, so violated, so ashamed of himself or his family. He was the laughing stock of the four. He would be the one that messed up and ruin the mission. He hated himself so much at this very moment. He tightly clung his tail to his body trying to cover every piece of his body away from the world.

The door suddenly flung open and made him yelp when he felt his gear roughly hit his shell. He looked down to see the pads and belt in the same condition as he left them. He saw his bandana was still as dirty but put that one on first before putting the rest of his gear on. His eyes were locked on the torn blue bandana that laid on the ground. He sat and thought what would Leo think of him? Would he really be ashamed to call him brother ever again? Mikey closed his eyes as he took hold of the bandana and held it close. He leaned up against the wall once more, still clutching the blue bandana tightly. Even though he knew this wasn't really Leo's, it was still something that gave him some hope that his brothers will someday forgive him.

Hours passed it felt. Mikey's body was beginning to grow heavy once more. The medicine that the nurse provided for him was beginning to wear off and he groaned wishing it would linger for a little longer. He felt everything else he couldn't enjoy the feeling of being semi healthy for a few moments. He looked over to see he was still alone in the cell. Where did they take him? Mikey rocked his knees together lightly, frustrated that his friend was still considered missing. But his body protested of his eyes being open and his mind active and forcefully began to shut down. Mikey shut his eyes once more falling into another dreamless sleep.

The sound was distant, too distant to wake Mikey fully but enough to make him stir. He heard the door, it had to be. With a groan, he peeled his eyes open, feeling the blood pounding through his head like an earthquake. He put the palm of his hand on the top trying to settle the sudden spinning of his head. He looked over to see his friend. A wave a relief filled him for a mere moment, thinking that everything will be okay. He couldn't help but to think of his father when his friend was here. He was wise and caring just like his father and made Mikey feel safe.

He shook his head slightly, clearing his mind and dread filled him instantly. His friend was lying on his side, unmoving facing away from him. Mikey didn't think but reacted. He got up and took the needed steps to get to his friend. He slid to a top and dropped to his knees. His breathing turned into rough pants as he stayed there, unknowing what to do.

"Cal…Cal answer me!" He yelled. He got no response. He placed his hands on Cal's sides and with care and urgency; he flipped him to his back to show he was gasping lightly for breath.

Cal!" He screamed. He was beginning to panic now, seeing his friend like this. There was blood, blood everywhere. His throat, there was a gash. He had to stop the bleeding. Mikey looked around for anything. He stopped for a moment and felt his bandana and quickly pulled it off his eyes and placed the small amount of cloth over the gash on his neck to try and stop the bleeding in anyway he could.

"Come on Cal please stay with me!" He said placing a little more pressure on the wound, watching as the blood soaked into the fabric, drowning it along with his fingers. He watched as Cal opened his eyes slowly. They were half lidded and they were dimming slightly.

"My friend…" He spoke softly. Mikey paused and looked at his friend. His heart was rambling off hard, as if not enough blood was getting through his body.

"w-w-w-what did they do to you!" He asked trying to steady his breathing. His friend choked and Mikey saw as the blood pooled over the top of his mouth.

"The-they put me….In a fight..." He was able to choke out. "I lost. I was given mercy…" Mikey just sat there trying to process everything through his still hazy brain.

"But that-that doesn't make any sense you lost your fight already! Why…why..." Mikey couldn't think of the words to use, he didn't know what to do. He just sat there, trying to stop a wound that was probably not even killing him but he didn't know what else to do.

"Rictor…Rictor took me….to take me….away from you…" He gurgle up some more blood and Mikey felt the same tremors flood his body once more. There was so much blood he didn't know what to do. They were all over his hands; the sinful act of murder was on his hands. This was his fault. If he didn't get so attached he would have to have this on his hands, his friend would be fine. If he just didn't need so much everything would be okay.

"My friend…I can't..." His breathing getting raspier, harder to understand.

"No, no you can't go Cal! Remember I promised I would get you out of here! I would save you! I would take you home and you can be happy once again! Please Cal your all I have right now please don't go!" Mikey cried in frantic please. At this point he wanted to cry, he felt them, and he allowed them. A single tear ran down his face before a bony hand reached up and wiped away its remains.

"Do not cry for me. Do not give him the only thing you hold dear. Your pride….Is the only thing that is keeping you from becoming like me. Be strong my dear boy…your family…they are close…They will find you…." A choke cough, allowing more of the red water to pool by his head free.

"Cal, I-I-I don't want to be alone…." He felt his chest constricting. The walls began to close on him. The shadows, they were whispering, taunting. His fear was rising, he couldn't handle this anymore. He bared his teeth, trying to hold back everything he had.

"You, are never alone….my friend…..my son…" Mikey blinked when he said that. Mikey watched as the last bit of light left those beady eyes of the elder. His hand went slack in Mikey's. Mikey shook his head as he pulled his bandana back to show it was soaked completely of his friend's blood. He looked around the small cell, expecting someone to come, someone had to know. Mikey stood up and ran to the door.

"Someone! Please! Someone help! He's dead please help!" He screamed banging on the door. All he got were curses and crude remarks from the other cell mates as Mikey continued to scream for assistance.

He slid down, lying against the door, clutching his soaked bandana close to his body. His eyes were wide with shock and terror. He had never witness someone go from life to death in a mere instant. He curled up into a ball against the door, avoiding the sounds of the shadows, the closing of the walls. He was alone. He felt empty and worthless. He pulled his legs to his plastron and placed his forehead on his knees. He clutched the bandana closer whimpering slightly.

"I wanna go home..." He squeaked before everything went silent.

6,000 words! Gosh that was a lot D; But I hope everyone enjoyed (Or cried I know I did) But I wanted to get this up before Christmas came rolling around. :)Merry Christmas and happy holidays everyone! Please be thankful for everything and everyone :D Ill see you guys next time!