Good evening all. I'm so sorry this is soo late. I've been on vacation and trying to catch up on some of your fics (which are amazing!). Here's the next chapter.

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So, I'm not sure if any of you listen to the playlists, but I do have one request. Listen to the one for this chapter. I'm totally in love with this score. I hope you like it.

Playlist:

Max Richter: Last Days (from the album Memory house)

Okay. Here's the next chapter!

Chapter 25

Walking out of the terminal, Race heard Zack sigh loudly with relief, "Finally, home!" the agent said as he kept walking, "I don't want to be in another plane for the rest of year."

Race smiled, "Fat chance. I don't foresee that happening anytime soon."

"A man can wish," Zack smiled as he looked ahead.

Turning around to see his friend, Race asked, "So what are you going to do once this is over? I heard you had a Hawaiian vacation planned before all this occurred."

"Yes, I did," he answered. "And to answer your question, I am taking a boat to Hawaii if I have to. A plane is out of the question now. My ass is numb from sitting down for so long."

At this Race laughed. He needed some humor at this point. The last 72 hours had been monstrous. The entire three days had been a roller coaster ride. All he wanted was for everything to be finally over and for the man he considered a son to be home. Jonny was like a son to him and nothing in the world would mean more to Race at the moment than to have him in his life again. Race knew that there would be challenging times ahead, but the entire family would deal with that as time progressed.

Remembering that he had turned his cellphone off when the plane was about to land, Race retrieved it from his holster and turned it on.

"Where are we off to now?" Zack asked. "Is Benton home?"

"He should be by now," Race answered when he felt the phone vibrate, "Wait," he stopped. "I have a message. Maybe it's Benton."

Pressing the button that activated the voicemail, he began listening as people passed around them. Race's brows furrowed as he listened, "It's Ethan."

"What did he say?"

"Wait," Race continued listening. After a few seconds, he hung up and looked at Zack, "Ethan says that Oliver Crawford is here in the states. He's at headquarters assembling a task team to find him and wants you and I back at the mansion."

"Why?"

"If Crawford is out to find Jonny‒"

"He may go after Benton," Zack realized. "Does Crawford know Jessie is with him?"

"I'm not sure," Race answered. "But, I'm sure that Claire and Hadji must. We better call them and see what they know."

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As they began opening the files Claire had downloaded, Hadji and Phil Corvin silently read the information from two different screens. Claire divided the information on four different screens. She and Alex were reading the other two screens as well. It saved some time if they could all share with each other what they found in their respective files.

"This guy is some piece of work," Alex sighed in disgust.

"He is heartless," Claire also acknowledged.

Detaching himself from the emotional for the moment, Phil said, "This sub-agency has covered their tracks pretty well. There is no founding source and Crawford seems to be paid from non-existing accounts."

"But," Alex shook her head, "Somebody at the agency must know the person who leads this agency."

"It all points to Crawford," Phil said with skepticism.

"You sound unconvinced," Alex turned and looked sharply at Corvin. "What's on your mind? Something's up isn't it?"

"It's just that it seems farfetched that Crawford could lead a secret agency within the largest agency in world," Phil started. "This is a doctor we are talking about, not an army man, not a security expert…he has absolutely no experience in the field. How could have he successfully built an agency such as this?"

"I have questions as well," Hadji noted. The quiet Indian man listened, but throughout the interaction, another thought crossed his mind, "If you look at the profile of how he chooses his operatives…" Hadji shook his head, "None of the characteristics fit Jonny. Dr. Crawford chose orphans, adolescents who were wards of the state with no families or next of kin. Jonny was the opposite of this. He had a family, a very well-known family name…why take the chance having Jonny out in the public?"

"Good questions," Alex admitted.

"Yes," Claire nodded as she looked at the group, "But questions only he can answer."

Just as Corvin was about to say something else, IRIS came online, "Dr. Quest has entered the compound."

Hadji immediately pulled up video surveillance from the front door of the house where Dr. Quest had checked in. "IRIS let father know that we are in the lighthouse." Watching the video feed, Hadji watched as his father walked into the house, left his bags inside a coat closet near the door before walking out again and heading to the lighthouse.

"I am glad he is home," Hadji said as he looked back to the group. Getting back to the conversation at hand, Hadji stated, "The big question is how we find Dr. Crawford?"

"Has anyone found anything in the files as to where this agency is headquartered?" Alex asked the group.

"There's nothing on record," Corvin answered.

"I'm wondering," Claire asked, "How are they funded?

"Good question," Hadji answered as he turned to Corvin and Alex, "Do either of you know how I-1 in funded?"

"Mostly," Alex replied, "It's through each powerful world government."

"Yes," Corvin added, "The US, England, and Japan, to name a few. They even cover funds for the less well-endowed countries around the world."

The group continued brainstorming until Dr. Quest finally made his arrival. Hadji was the first one up to welcome his father with a hug. Benton held his son tightly. He then realized just how much he had missed him, "I'm so glad to see you Hadji."

"Same here father," the younger man smiled.

The rest of the group gathered and welcomed the doctor. After the initials greetings and the introduction of the medical examiner, the group immediately regrouped. Dr. Quest immediately began telling them about Crawford and that fact that he was in the state. The group was shocked. Hadji then told him about their QuestWorld adventure and what they had found. It had been well over an hour since they began their discussion.

"Are you sure?" Phil asked. "Why haven't I been notified?" he immediately pulled his phone out of his pocket.

"Phil, Ethan is handling the specifics and assured me that he would contact us," Benton replied. "Besides, from what you've told me, you haven't reported back to the agency in hours and I am sure the agency is trying to find out who hacked into their systems. It's not a good idea at this moment for them to know you are here."

"He's right, Phil," Alex concurred.

Putting the phone away, Corvin sighed, "So where do we go from here?"

"Well," Benton began, "Have you heard anything from Jessie?"

"No," Claire shook her head, "Not since this morning. I tried calling her earlier, but just got the voicemail. She did tell me she was going to work on trying to convince Jonny about who he really is."

"Let's try her again," Benton told Hadji. "Perhaps she can talk now."

Hadji picked up his phone and dialed. When he received no answer, he shook his head, "It went straight to voicemail."

Just as Dr. Quest was about to speak, his cellphone rang, "Race! You're here? Hold on, let me put you on speaker. Iris, access Bluetooth from Benton Quest phone."

The computer voice answered, "Accessing…Bluetooth in sync."

"Race?" Benton call out loud.

"We just arrived Benton," Race replied. "I have you on speaker as well. Zack's next to me. What have you heard?"

"A lot that I can fill you in later. For now, we need to find Oliver Crawford," Benton answered.

"Ethan left me a message that he's working on doing that," Race answered. "What about Jessie and Jonny?"

"We haven't heard from Jessie since this morning," Claire repeated. "But she told us that she was working on convincing Jonny to stay."

"Stay?" Race questioned.

"He says that in order to protect Jessie, he needs to make sure his agency doesn't go after her," Hadji explained. "That means he needs to leave and speak to his superior."

"Crawford," Corvin added.

"Except Crawford is here," Alex said. "Maybe Jonny doesn't know that."

"And maybe Crawford has already found out where they are," Zack said.

"Where are they?" Race inquired.

Both Claire and Hadji stayed quiet for a moment.

"Guys!" Zack exclaimed.

"The cabin," Hadji answered. "The cabin in Acadia."

"We're heading there," Race said.

"Jessie is not going to like that," Claire replied, but her comment sounded like she was speaking to herself.

"I don't care what Jessie thinks," Race answered. "If Crawford is after them, then they are in danger. We need to get them someplace safe. I'll contact you once we have them."

"Be careful," Corvin now stated. "Race, this isn't the same Jonny. This kid is…"

"Is what?" Benton asked curiously.

"As good as we are," Phil replied. "I dare say, better."

"We'll be careful," Zack answered. "Talk soon."

With that Race hung up.

The air in the room was thick. Corvin's words lingered heavily in the atmosphere.

"Is he really that good?" Benton replied worriedly.

"Benton," Phil answered, "It is frightening how good he is. Whoever trained him...Let's just say, I wish someone would have trained me the way they trained him."

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As Jonny drove closer to the compound, he turned to look at Jessie who leaned on him for support. She was still asleep. As he drove, Jonny checked to see if Jessie had a concussion. He had woken her up several times during the ride and checked to see if she was focused, if there was any memory loss or any difficulties forming coherent thoughts. Jessie was able to answer his questions, was aware of her surroundings and most importantly, hadn't thrown up or felt nauseous at any point. She just told him that she was tired.

He pulled up to the gates, he punched some codes on the phone that would connect his original phone line to the phone he had taken from the old man. looking at Jessie he shook her gently.

"Jonny, I'm fine," she sighed tiredly, "We didn't exactly get too much sleep last night and the day has been pretty…hard, to say the least."

She looked at him. Jessie could tell he was also worn out. His eyes were beginning to turn red, probably from lack of rest. They were both worn out.

"We're here," he replied with a quiet whisper.

"Are you alright?" she asked as she sat up.

"I'm fine Jessica," he answered solemnly. "Just tired."

"Me too," Jessie answered. "How about we go in and get some dry clothes?"

"I'm thinking I can drop—"

"Jonny!" she raised her voice, "You are not dropping me off here."

"I have to go," Jonny answered firmly. "You know I have to go see Master."

"And you plan on meeting him at the airport in wet clothes and muddy shoes?" Jessie reasoned. "Listen, you can take a quick shower. I'm sure Hadji has some clothes that can fit you." She looked at him for a moment. Jonny's physique was well…she was sure that any T-shirt Hadji owned would fit him a little too tight. Hadji was leaner, strong, but leaner. "Maybe, my dad has something. Come on, let's go. The entry code to disarm Iris—."

"I remember," he told her.

Jonny pressed the numbers and within a few seconds the gates opened. As they drove in Jessie studied Jonny trying to decipher if the house triggered any memories in him. This had been his house for most of his life, she hoped he'd recognize something. All she wanted was a look, a gaze, something she could notice. But nothing came. He drove ahead without so much as look of recognition.

Jessie sighed inwardly. Something, anything, please God. She prayed that she could find anything that could stall Jonny from leaving.

He parked the car on the roundabout and got off, walking towards Jessie's passenger side to help her out, "Thanks," she smiled a little.

He nodded. Jonny felt uneasy, but he held still. This was Jessica's home. It's safe here. He kept telling himself.

Walking over to the front door, she pressed another entry code to get in.

"I take it you don't carry keys?" he answered a little surprised by the fact that the house was so…smart.

She looked at him with a small smile, "It was your idea. You kept losing your keys and you asked your dad to create entry codes for each of us."

He snorted and shook his head.

They both went in and found the house empty…at least that section. Jessie walked a little farther ahead while Jonny stayed behind. Listening a little more, she sighed in relief, "I don't think anyone is here. IRIS. Where are Hadji and Claire?"

Hadji and Claire are in the lighthouse. Would you like me to contact them?

"No," she answered. "Do not tell them I am here. I will alert you as to when to say something." Turning around, Jessie looked at Jonny who seemed shocked, "Your father felt We deserved some privacy. He programmed IRIS to allow us some…liberties."

"The house really speaks?" Jonny ignored the explanation she had given him, instead more interested in how on Earth a house could speak.

At this, Jessie laughed, "I told you. Come on. Let's go to my father's room. I'm sure he has something you can wear."

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After finding some attire that would fit Jonny, Jessie took him to her room. They took a shower together. Neither thought of anything sexual. They showered to spend the little time they had together.

After, Jessie changed into a pair of black leggings and a light oversize pink turtleneck sweater. Jonny had stayed a little longer in the shower, trying to relax his tired muscles. When he got out, Jonny found Jessie lying in her bed, eyes closed. On top of her dresser were the clothes Jessie had gotten from her father's closet. A black Mock-Layer long sleeved V neck Tee, a pair of dark blue Jeans and a pair of black casual men's dress shoes. She also brought to him socks and brought an unopened pack of underwear. She had even brought for him her dad's deodorant spray and cologne. Jonny guessed she had paid closer attention to his likes more than he realized.

He dressed quietly as to not disturb her. When he was done, he went straight to the bathroom and took a look at himself. The shirt fit him fine, the pants however, were one size too big. They didn't look bad, but he was happy that the shirt camouflaged the areas that fit him loosely. It will have to do, for now, he thought. Jonny then brushed his hair and took one last look at himself before turning around and heading out of the bathroom.

He was about to go to her, when he unconsciously walked over to pick up her wet clothes that were thrown on the floor a few steps away from the bed. He picked them up, with the intention of putting them in the hamper, when something slid down from one of the pockets of her pants.

Jonny picked it up and looked at it before dropping the clothes once again on the floor. The paper was still humid. And the deep white creases around the middle and edges of the paper further enhanced its deteriorated state. Turning the paper around, he noticed it was a photograph, a photograph of three kids. Immediately, he recognized Jessie and Hadji. But the boy in the middle… Jonny was beyond shocked by what he saw. The kid in the middle, standing by the right of Jessie and to Hadji's left was himself?

His eyes widened, this is impossible! That can't be me!

He looked back at Jessie who had dozed off. He put the picture back in his pocket and quietly walked out of room. Now, he was more interested about the house and the knowledge it contained.

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Benton looked over the information that Hadji and Corvin acquired from the I-1 archives. While he read through it, he was both impressed and appalled. How could an agency hide such a huge secret? How could they fund the operations, conduct studies of this magnitude? How did they survive so many decades under the radar?

It was very interesting. This information was incredible reading material, but at the moment, Benton's heart was in finding and Crawford in order to save his son. Looking up at the others, he asked, "Is there anything else that can help us to find this madman?"

Corvin's eyes suddenly widened, "New Hampshire!"

Hadji turned to Corvin, "Of course! You are right."

"What?" Alex asked perplexed, "What about New Hampshire?"

"New Hampshire is where Jessie first told us she and Jonny were heading after he took her from the gala," Claire began to answer. "She said that they were going there to a checkpoint of some kind," Claire immediately responded. "If we find the checkpoint, we may be able to find more clues that will lead us to what's he planning next."

Benton nodded, "Or, maybe what's he planning to do," he thought as his mind processed what was just said.

"There are still a few more files to look over," Hadji replied. "We should look them over to see if there's a list of checkpoints."

"Alright," Benton agreed, "You and Claire start checking the files for anything that might help us in locating checkpoints around the US, especially in New Hampshire."

The two immediately went to their computers.

"I think I should go back to headquarters," Phil replied, "It would also be a good idea to see what progress Ethan and the rest of the team have made."

Alex frowned, "But what about if they figured you hacked into the system?"

Shaking his head Corvin answered, "If they had they would have already been here to arrest us. No, Alex, they don't know who hacked them. Don't worry, we are fine."

Nodding in agreement, Benton continued, "Alex, do you mind staying with us? I have some information on Crawford that I found back in Germany that I think you and I can read through."

"I'd be happy to help, Benton," she smiled uneasily, still worried over Phil. She knew he was right, but that didn't take away her concern.

"Phil, I'll walk you out," Benton turned to the I-1 agent. "The files are in my laptop in my travel bag. I'll have to go and get it."

As the two men walked out, Dr. Quest was both excited and nervous. He had finally found information that would end the hell he had been living all these years.

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The house was large. He knew there was no way he could have seen everything, but what he did see literally sent chills up his spine. The first place he went to was the bedroom. He could never call it his room. Dark blue walls, with portrait of landscapes from different parts of the world hung in two walls. The bed had a dark blue comforter with thin blue, purple and green strips. There was a zebra fur rug on the floor that decorated the room. There was also a wall to wall bookcase filled with books. Jonny walked over and scanned them. Books about countries, history, cultures…

Some shelves were filled with trophies and ribbons. A typical teenager's room, he thought. But, inwardly, Jonny thought it would be a room he'd like. He walked over to the nightstand. There was a frame that took his attention. Taking the frame, he studied the picture. It was him again, with a man. He wore a dark brown beard the matched his full mane of dark brown hair. He knew it was Benton Quest from the descriptions that Jessica told him. And he was realizing that the kid in the picture could be him. A younger version of himself.

Feeling really nervous for the first time that he could remember, Jonny left the room and continued his tour of the house, stopping at Benton Quest's room where he found more picture of himself with the man. In that room, however, another picture caught his attention. It was of a woman with shoulder length blonde hair and eyes as blue as his. The resemblance was uncanny. Jonny didn't know what to do with himself.

Walking out of that room quickly, he took the stairs to the first floor and found a room full of books, yet it also had a large sofa and a flat screen television hanging above the fireplace. The room had more pictures above the chimney's mantel. Walking toward the mantel, Jonny studied more each picture. There were pictures of Jessie, Hadji, Benton, as well as, pictures of a man he thought could be Jessie's father. Most pictures included him as well.

This was a family, my family?

Jonny shook his head, "This is impossible," he muttered quietly to himself. Looking at an enclosed area in the wall, he noticed a media player just like the ones they had in the conference rooms at headquarters. He, Master and the Doctor watched recording of targets, places where'd he be for assignments. He knew how to work it.

Now, a bit desperate, Jonny looked for the remote control that would allow him to work the player. He found it on an end table in the room. He quickly turned on the television and found the channel where the videos played. He found various videos. Himalaya excursion, Verne Research Station, Siberia Exploration, Expedition to Khumbu. None of these places rang a bell to him. Then, as he scrolled further down, he saw a folder labeled Family. He chose the folder and looked over the entries: Colorado trip, New England Fishing Trip, India Family Trip. Within the folder, he also noticed another sub-folder, Birthdays. Everyone in the family had a birthday folder. Scrolling down, Jonny went to his and choose Jonny's 17th birthday.

He watched Benton Quest walk out of the kitchen to a dining room, holding a large square cake with candles. Jonny and the rest of the family were sitting in the dining room singing happy birthday to him.

"Happy Birthday dear Jonny…Happy birthday to you!" the group sang.

"Happy birthday, son," He watched Benton tell him.

"Thanks Pop," he answered happily.

"Blow out the candles, hotshot," He heard Jessie answer from behind the camera. "That cake looks too good to keep staring at it for too long."

"You're right!" he answered. The camera panned to Jonny as he blew his candles.

Everyone cheered, as Jonny looked around, "So tell me, what's the big surprise?"

"How about we eat and then tell you," Race mocked.

"Are you kidding Race," Jonny looked surprised. "Everyone has been keeping me in the dark for weeks. I'm losing my patience." He laughed as Race shrugged, obviously enjoying the moment.

"You do know Jonny that patience is a virtue," Hadji reminded him.

"Dad!" Jonny looked at his father, "Help your son out, will ya?"

Benton, now laughing went to his son and gave him a hug, "All right, come on everyone. You know that Jonny's least characteristics is patience."

"Ain't that the truth," Jessie answered with a giggle, causing everyone else to laugh. All except Jonny of course, who playfully rolled his eyes.

And with that, Jonny continued watching and hearing the sounds of laughter, taunting and family togetherness.

I don't have a family…I never have…He told me….His eyes began to water, tears ran down his cheeks. They weren't tears of sadness. There weren't tears of a pity or desperation. They were tears of anger. An anger he had never felt. He took them away. He made me forget them. Why? How?

All those years.

He had no name, he was literally just a number. They had taken away his home, his life…the woman he loved.

The tears stopped, but the eyes were a piercing burning red. Jonny Quest….Jonathan Benton Quest.

He had a name.

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As Benton walked Phil Corvin to his car, a question rose from the doctor's thoughts. Corvin had taken a good look at his son. He had interacted with him. Perhaps, he would know more.

"Phil?" Benton began, "Is Jonny…"

Looking back to the scientist and friend, Phil coaxed, "Is Jonny what, Benton?"

"Dangerous?" Quest answered with an air of trepidation in his tone.

Phil, who had picked up on his tone, "Benton, I didn't deal with him that long to know if he is dangerous or not. All I know is that he didn't kill me when he had the chance." He paused for a second before continuing, "But, if Jessie has sacrificed so much of herself to save him, and by Claire has shared, he has done the same. Then, no, I don't think he is dangerous…at least not to us."

Benton breathed a bit easier.

"However," Corvin continued, "In the wrong hands, Jonny could very well be." He shook his head in disbelief, "The kid is assiduous, smart and cunning when he needs to be. He won't let anything or anyone stop him from what he feels he needs to do."

"Do you think…"

"Benton, I don't know," he answered. "He has no memory of who he is. Maybe, if he remembers…maybe if whatever they put in him, can be extracted…So many maybes. Let's just get him and Jessie home first and we will deal with the rest after."

Nodding in agreement, Dr. Quest sighed, "You're right."

They reached the car and Phil opened the door, "As soon as I hear something, I'll let you know. Do the same will ya?"

"We will. I'll send you all my files as soon as I get in," Quest answered. "Have Ethan call me when he has a chance."

"Will do," Phil got in the car and started the ignition, "If this makes you feel any better, here it is. He is the spitting image of his mother."

With that, Benton smiled.

"See you later, doc," Corvin said before pulling out.

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Benton went back to the mansion with the intention of getting the laptop and heading back to the lighthouse to work with Alex, Hadji and Claire.

Phil's words had made him feel at ease, but not by much. With everything that he had read on Crawford, all the experiments and the drugs. He wasn't sure how much of his son was left. When he got him back, would he be dealing with a cold blooded killer? Was there anything of his son left? He wasn't sure. He would do everything in his power to get him back, but would that be enough?

Punching in his key code he entered and began heading to the closet where he had stored his luggage, when suddenly, he heard voices. Benton looked around. They were familiar voices, Hadji, Race, Jessie…

Then he heard, "Dad! Help your son out, will ya?"

Benton's eyes widened. He remembered Jonny saying that on his birthday. Someone was playing a video in the library. Slowly, he walked over to the room, not knowing what he'd find.

The video kept playing.

All right, come on everyone. You know that Jonny's least characteristics is patience."

"Ain't that the truth."

Laughter.

When Benton arrived to the room, he felt the wind knocked out of his body. In the room, standing in front of the fireplace, watching intently the television screen, stood his son. His back was to him, but Benton recognized him.

"Jonny," the doctor forced the words to come out.

Jonny quickly turned around, but couldn't find the words to say to him.

Benton ran hugging his son without as much thought of the impulsive action. Jonny didn't know what to do. He knew this was his father, but for the life of him, he couldn't bring himself to hug him back.

"Jess…Jessica says you are my father," was all he managed to say.

"Yes," Benton broke the hug and took a look at his son before nodding, "Yes, yes I am." He noticed his son's eyes were red. He could tell he had been crying. Right then and there, any doubt that he could get his son back was eliminated from Benton's mind. But, within everything else, Benton also saw anger. He knew it wasn't toward him, but anger radiated from Jonny. He just didn't know who that anger belonged to. It scared him.

"I didn't believe her at first," Jonny continued as he walked away a little from his father. The video kept on playing, neither now playing attention.

"And now?"

"I do," Jonny answered firmly, but without one bit of emotion.

Was he happy about it? Benton thought.

Without a warning, Jonny hugged his father for the first time. Shocked, Benton stiffened, but only for a moment before holding his son I his arms, "Welcome home son," he whispered.

Benton couldn't contain his happiness. Tears ran down his eyes. He had his son back. It was something he hoped, but inwardly had thought it would never happen. Still mesmerized by what he was experiencing, the doctor didn't notice the slight pinching sensation to the side of his neck. He didn't know where it was coming from until it was too late. Suddenly the world became black and he felt his body weakened.

"I'm sorry," Jonny whispered as he lay his father carefully on the sofa, "I need to finish one thing before I even consider coming back to you." He had to finish one last job before joining this life.

As he was about to walk out, his phone rang. Pulling it out of his pocket, he immediately saw the number and knew who it was, "I'm listening," he when he answered.

"I'm heading to the airport now. Are you on your way?"

"Yes," Jonny answered emotionlessly. "I'll be there in less than an hour."

"Good," Master's tone showed excitement. "This will soon be over DR128. Our next assignment awaits us. See you soon, son."

Jonny hung up the phone before he could answer what he wanted to answer to the Master. He wasn't DR128, he never was. He had a father, a real father and family. And, most of all, he had someone who loved him, who genuinely loved him. No, he wasn't DR128. He wasn't alone any more.

My name is Jonathan Benton Quest, he said to himself. And I'm coming for you.