July 1921

It had been three and a half weeks since the day I wallowed in the mud and first saw what the sun did to our skin. I seemed to be doing better although the constant thirst, at times, felt debilitating.

Today, a new routine began. Carlisle started working.

He was anxious. "I could delay a few more days." He spoke out loud, looking at Edward.

"Carlisle, we'll be fine. Esme will be fine; she's full at the moment. It is a little more than eight hours. If she doesn't last that long, I'll take her out and we'll head north away from the town."

"Only go if you absolutely have to."

"Of course," Edward said as he walked with Carlisle to the door. He patted him on the back as he opened the door. "Have a good first night at work."

Carlisle, medical bag in hand, looked back into the room to where I was standing by the sofa. I could see the hesitation in his eyes. I assured him, "Edward is right, I will be fine. Have a good evening."

Carlisle nodded at me, and gave Edward one more look. He wished us both a good evening, and was gone.

Edward's eyes stayed fixed on the closed door for a minute. He then turned to me with mischief in his smile.

"Well now that he is finally gone, we can have some fun."

What kind of fun, I warily thought, but I didn't have to say it out loud.

He laughed. "Don't worry, Esme. We're not going to get into any kind of trouble."

He walked over to the upright piano against the wall. Items from Ashland had arrived at the house in Virginia two days ago. Carlisle and Edward ensured that some things made it here to make the place more comfortable.

He ran his hand across the top of it before flipping open the lid, exposing the keys. "I've seen that you admire this, and I know you play. You even taught your sister to play."

I nodded.

"You're still having trouble with tempering your strength. Your fingers, at times, are annihilating things even though you are concentrating so hard on applying the right pressure. "

He sat down on the bench, and his fingers began moving over the keys. His fingers were quick, agile and graceful as ragtime music filled the air. His foot pounded the pedal, but it didn't break. I soon found myself standing beside the piano watching him play. He was amazing.

"Amazing may be a little much, Esme, but I do love it."

"How long have you been playing?"

"I probably started playing around the same age as you. I was drawn to it when I was a toddler. I smashed my fingers in the lid many times trying to lift it to get to the keys. Around three my parents just started leaving it open."

"I was six. It was not long after my sister was born. My grandmother taught me."

"The one you were named after?"

"Yes."

"And then you taught your sister?"

He was trying to draw out my past. I suppressed the foggy image of Millie. I wasn't ready to go back there.

"I won't force you to talk about what you are not ready to talk about. I hope someday you will, and sooner rather than later before it fades away."

"Why do you care?" I asked, instantly sorry for the bitterness in the question.

If my harsh tone bothered Edward, he didn't show it as he said, "It made you who you are. Even though you tried to move forward without that past, it still went with you. It defines you."

"Not completely," I mumbled.

"True. You broke some rules along the way."

"So your mother taught you to play." I stated, changing the subject.

He didn't fight me, and continued to play, a peaceful smile crossing his lips. "Yes, she did. She loved to play. My father bought her a piano as a wedding gift. Some of my earliest memories are sitting on her lap as she played. I would place my hands on hers as they moved over the keys, feeling her fingers move up and down. When I got older, our hands reversed and she would guide my fingers. Then one day, she was able to let go and I was able to do it on my own. She continued to teach me though, although I went from her lap to sitting next to her on the bench."

He slid over slightly, patted the bench next to him and smiled.

"But I already know how to play." I protested.

"I know but I destroyed a few pianos before I was able to get the motion just right. At the moment, you are not allowed to place a finger on this piano."

"How many pianos?" I smirked as I lightly took the offered seat.

"Five. I didn't get further than touching the keys the first time before it was a pile of rubble. The second I started playing very gently, but then I put my foot on the pedal and that was the end of that. The other three were various mistakes."

"How long have you had this one?"

"Fourteen months now with not even a cracked key. Let's keep it that way. Carlisle says he won't even consider something more than an upright until I have one that survives two years, so you can't put your fingers through it."

"So why am I sitting here?"

He stopped playing, but kept his fingers positioned over the keys. "Rest your hands on top of mine."

I hesitated.

"Hesitation? You are usually so impulsive, Esme. That's a good sign." He slowly took my left hand with his right and placed it on top of his left, placing my fingers on his. My hand looked small, my fingers ending just past his knuckles. He started playing slowly, deliberately, with his left hand. I felt his digits go up and down with such little effort, and just the right amount of force.

"The right amount of force was always the difficult part early on. You are coming along much faster than I did."

"Because I'm a delicate girl." I teased.

"Probably. You don't throw your weight around as much as I did. You got the dressing yourself down faster than I did."

"That was more of necessity to save us all the embarrassment."

He added his right hand to the tune, and I placed my hand on top of his, and it felt like I was playing by proxy. The song was not familiar to me.

"It's an Edward original."

"So you compose music as well." I truly was impressed.

"I've always had an ear for music and I play around coming up with original material too."

"It's beautiful."

"Thank you."

I hated to interrupt his song, but after a few minutes, I asked, "Can we try something I know? A song where I will know where my fingers should be going?"

A familiar tune I played many times in church started playing below his fingers.

"Is that better?"

"Did you catch that one in my head?"

"No, but I caught a flash of you playing before a choir in what looked like a church. What church choir hasn't performed this?"

"You're very perceptive."

"And so are you. I'm just built that way, but you have intuition."

"Is that what you see in my head?"

"Among other things," he said with a low chuckle and continued right into another familiar tune. "So ask me what you have been wondering."

"And what question is that, oh knower of everything in my head?" I asked with a laugh.

"You would be more sensitive to the phrasing than I will be."

"I don't know what you want me to ask." I truly did not know.

"Am I mad at you or annoyed that you are here?"

His actions at times made me wonder, but I never would have asked it out loud.

"Oh. Well, you get snippy with Carlisle. You did it the night I woke up, and every once in a while you will say something with a tone that is disrespectful. I see how much he cares about you and you him, so I guess the one cause for animosity is me."

"Again you are observant, but you are off with your observations. I was angry and annoyed at him for bringing you home. For doing to you what he did to me. I couldn't fault you for that. It wasn't your choice. For a man who is so measured, thoughtful, and just in every aspect of his life, the decision to bring you home was completely reckless and unfair to you."

"Why did you think that?" I was agitated by the insistence in his voice.

"You had made your choice; you didn't want to go on. I wasn't ready to leave this earth yet. I was 17 years old. I hadn't even finished secondary school or decided what I wanted to do with my life. The immediate future was graduating and then joining the army the day I turned 18."

"Why would you have wanted to do that?"

"I wanted to serve my country. My older friends already had enlisted and shipped out. I wanted to join them."

I didn't like even the thought of Edward in battle.

"But you were just a boy! Serving your country is not something to take so lightly…" I paused to compose myself. "To do it because your friends are doing it. It changes people."

"It changed your husband."

"At first I thought for the better but that was very short lived."

Edward tensed next to me as the blurred but unforgettable events, even in this life, of the 48 hours surrounding Charles return from Europe. I let my mind go blank as quickly as I could; forcing those thoughts to sink back into my subconscious.

He grabbed my hand to comfort me, but I jumped off the bench.

"I'm sorry you saw that." I don't know what to say.

"You don't have to say anything, Esme. That said enough. I told you before, when you are ready. Carlisle feels the same."

"Thank you," I mumbled as I sat back down on the bench. Edward repositioned his fingers over the keys, and I placed mine over his once again as a new tune began.

"So you were mad at Carlisle for making a decision for me that I wouldn't have made?"

He nodded. "That was part of it. The other concern, and it is one that I believe we are all struggling with in our ways, is that you are a woman." I detected a smirk at the corner of his mouth. "It has been a bit complicated. I was worried about your comfort with two strange men who just also happen to be vampires. Weird doesn't begin to describe finding out you're a vampire. At least I had one on one, man to man, when he changed me. An independent woman like you, waking up to this life with us for companions – I understood why you felt like Alice at the bottom of a rabbit hole. Plus throw in just the wardrobe complications and the embarrassment." He definitely was smirking now, and I nudged him in response. "Ow, you need to work on throwing around your weight, Esme."

"Sorry."

"No, I'm just teasing," he said with a smile. "But you have surprised me. Beside the mud incident, you seem to be taking things pretty well and learning quickly….so while I have promised not to discuss your past until you're are ready, I can't help but wonder about your present. I know at times you are angry, but with your mind jumping all over the place, I can't always tell where it is directed, but I wonder if it is at us. Please don't misunderstand my meaning with the following. I'm happy you are here, but if I had the will or the time to stop him, I would have tried."

I contemplated his inquiry before quietly responding. "My anger is not directed toward either of you. If anything, I get angry at myself."

"Whatever for?"

"For not being in control. For every lesson learned about my behavior and for every triumph I have, there are a hundred more I must overcome. It's maddening. How could I be angry with you? You have done nothing but try to help. Now some of the humor along the way hasn't been helpful but sometimes your levity is exactly what I need."

"That's why I'm here – to keep things light."

We both chuckled and this time I squeezed his hand affectionately.

"And Carlisle?"

I chose my words and thoughts carefully. "I'm not mad at Carlisle either, at least not today. There are moments of frustration when I question why this has happened to me, but then I wonder who am I questioning? If there is a God, at least in the sense that I was raised to believe in, what purpose could he have been possibly testing me for with everything he put me through? The pain, the loss, the grief for what? To have me end my life only to wake as this creature? If there is a God, he has proven himself unjust. Carlisle did what he felt he needed to do in that moment, just as hours before I had done what I needed to do, which was to jump. God didn't catch me. God didn't send angels down to bring me up to heaven. God left me there and Carlisle was the one who made the decision. Maybe God's plan was to punish me for taking my life by sending me to this life; maybe he decided to put me in the arms of a different kind of angel or maybe there is no God at all."

"Very philosophical Esme, but how does that relate to your anger?"

A flash of my humanity popped in my head – images from dreams and the experience of a sixteen year old girl. Edward knew. He had to know how I felt, because as much as I tried, I couldn't always avoid my thoughts. I just wasn't good enough at guarding my thoughts yet.

"You never forgot him. I know that and he in a way knows that." Edward said with understanding. "He doesn't know as much as I know, but, Esme, that is your story to tell."

"And what does he think? What does he feel?" I eagerly asked.

He shook his head. "Again, not my place. Just because I can see doesn't mean I wish to confess all. I struggle knowing your private thoughts as much as you struggle with the fact that you know that I know. Despite the fact that I do at times put things out there, I'm not a gossip."

"I'm sorry I asked."

"It's alright," he paused before continuing. "Carlisle is a bit worried that you will decide to go off on your own once you are no longer a newborn."

I was surprised by this concern. I had never for a moment thought about leaving. "What? Where would I go? What would I do?" The pitch of my voice was rising as the words fell out of my mouth. " Why would he even think that? Does he want me to leave?"

"No, not at all, but since you were so independent."

"Out of necessity. I did what I had to do."

"I'm sure he would rather discuss this with you. I'm out of turn. I'm sorry. But I'm happy to hear that the idea has not crossed your mind."

"I'm not going anywhere."

Three weeks later…

Edward was excited but since this was a competition, he was focused. "Alright, on the count of three. To the edge of the lake."

"What do I get if I win?" I asked as I twisted my toe in dirt, trying to act as if I didn't care.

"Bragging rights for another few months."

"And if you win?"

"Bragging rights for eternity." He said with a twisted smile.

I sternly looked at him and argued, "That hardly seems like a fair exchange."

"Well then I guess I will continue to hold onto the title of fastest vampire we know since you are too scared to accept the challenge."

I grumbled. "Alright. Fine. Make sure there is nothing that is going to distract me out there."

"You just ate."

I stared at him. "Fine." I could see him concentrating, looking for any signs that a human was out there in the forest. "Nothing. Are you finished procrastinating?"

"I'm going to leave you in the dust." I stated with confidence.

I positioned myself as Edward began to count.

"One…two…three."

I took off like a shot. I could hear him to my left, keeping even with my strides. I put a little more energy into it and pulled ahead. I kept getting further and further ahead. I realized that Edward's fastest at the moment couldn't compare to my speed.

Carlisle had been against us racing. We were not. He was worried about the unknown if I got too far ahead. While Carlisle was incredibly fast, Edward was faster, and, I believe I was in the process of proving, I was fastest. He worried that if there was someone out there, they couldn't catch up to me before I attacked. That is why Edward checked and we weren't going too far.

I slammed my heels down at the edge of the water. Edward was at my side seconds later.

"Alright, I admit defeat. You are the fastest, at least for now."

"Thank you for being so gracious," I said sarcastically. "You weren't that far behind. Is running a gift?"

"Well I did play some sports in school."

"Really? A musician and an athlete. Your parents must have been so proud."

He shrugged. "They were supportive."

We started to stroll the few miles back toward the house. The race may have been at vampire speed, but now was the time to practice walking at a human's pace.

"What did you play?"

"I ran track and played baseball."

"And I'm sure you were exceptionally well at both."

"I ran at the state finals but our baseball team wasn't that good."

"What position did you play?"

"Do you know anything about baseball?"

I laughed. "Yes, I had men in my life who were fans. They cheered for the local team, but when it came to the majors, they all cheered for the Reds. Also, to my mother's dismay, I would play in the yard with the farmhands when I was a child. Even silly girls can figure out something as simple as baseball."

"I didn't mean to offend you. I was an infielder – usually first base."

"White Soxs or Cubs?"

"Wow, that is impressive. Cubs."

"Before or after 1919?"

His brow creased in thought, the smile temporarily disappearing. "I wasn't really focused on baseball that year, so before and always the Cubs."

"I guess not." I said quietly.

An air of happiness mixed with a bit of sadness took over his face and his voice. "I used to go to games at West Side Park with my father. Those games are some of my favorite memories from growing up. He had connections to the team through his law firm. My first game was Game 4 of the 1910 World Series. It was the only game they won in the series. We went to our last game together at Weeghman Park about a week before he starting getting ill. They won both games at a doubleheader against the Phillies. We had such a great time that day. Baseball is something I always will miss since it is always in the day and in good weather."

"How are they doing this season?"

"There's still time to turn it around."

"Tell me more about your parents."

"Both were born and raised in Chicago. My father was a lawyer. He worked long hours. When he was home though, he was there. Don't get me wrong, he sometimes had work to take care of, but my mother and I came first."

"What was his name?"

"Edward Anthony Masen, Sr."

"You're a junior then?"

"Yes but no one called me junior. With my mother, you could tell which one of us she was addressing with the tone of her voice."

"And what was her name?"

"Elizabeth."

"Another 'E' name." I said with a smile.

Edward paused for a moment before joking, "Yes, I don't know how Carlisle got into the family with that "C" name."

I laughed, "You think of us as a family?"

"It feels more familiar than friendship, don't you agree?" He said with great enthusiasm.

It was starting to in some ways. As time was passing, it was getting easier to accept my fate.

"I think we have a ways to go but we're getting there."

We walked in silent for a moment before I asked my next question.

"What was your mother like?"

His face lit up. There was not a trace of sadness as he spoke of Elizabeth. "You remind me of her a bit. Not in your looks but in your personalities. She had a big heart. She was always happy. She made our home so warm. She cared about everyone, but she treated my father and me like we were her stars and her moon."

"I'm sure you were, Edward. I'm sure she adored you. Did you have any siblings or extended family around?"

"No. They were only ever able to have me. My grandparents had all passed on. My father's brother's family moved to San Francisco about ten years ago. My mother's sister married a man from Atlanta who was attending Northwestern. She moved back to Atlanta with him when he finished his education. My mother also had a brother who wandered from place to place – every few years or so he would send a postcard from some foreign land. I think that may have been why she doted on me so much."

"She doted on you because she loved you and she was your mother. There was nothing more precious in her life than you."

"You're too kind, Esme."

"Not at all."

When he spoke now, it was with melancholy. "I miss them. There's not a day that goes by that I don't think about them. I'm worried about losing them completely so I grasp onto thoughts of them and try to hold on."

I tried to offer him some encouragement. I hated to see him unhappy. "I'm sure you won't lose something that important. Look at how much Carlisle still remembers."

"True, but I think the daily repetition helps."

"And you should think of them. No matter what you are now, they raised you and made you who you are today. And from everything I see in you, I'm sure they were incredible people, and I wish I had known them."

The next thing I knew, Edward was embracing me. It took me by surprise. Ida had been the last person to hug me. I hadn't experienced this in so long, but it felt natural to hold him in this moment – to let him know how highly I esteemed and cared about him.

He let go gently. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to surprise you."

"It's fine, Edward. You're right. We are more family now just by nature of who and what we are. I would rather embrace that idea than be strangers just living together for our mutual protection."

"I'm happy to hear you say that."

"So I guess I'm your big sister than?"

"Well I don't know about that…after all, I'm the one giving lessons." He teased.

"OH! So we are counting in vampire years…"

"Which makes me way older."

"Ha! And what does that make Carlisle?"

"The old man? Well I guess that makes him pop."

"You do mean the old man teasingly right?"

"Of course. Race you the rest of the way."

"Sure. Go!" I unfairly yelled as I took off ahead of him again.

Two weeks later…

It had been nearly a month and a half since Carlisle started leaving me alone with Edward while he went off to work. When Carlisle was home, it was a routine of hunting and education.

Hunting was always the first order of business the moment he walked in the door. If I made it through the whole night without Edward having to take me out, I usually was ravenous by morning. My hunting skill had shown little improvement, although my wardrobe, while not completely unscathed, was surviving more intact than it was earlier in this new life.

My education was everything from stories and lessons learned from the centuries Carlisle had lived in this life. It also was simple things such as learning to act human through gestures and other movements. It was so much to take in and I knew it could be years, if not decades, before I felt comfortable with who I had become. At times I was incredibly frustrated.

Meanwhile, when Carlisle was out, Edward and I were getting along swimmingly. He had his own set of lessons to teach me. As a newer vampire, and someone closer in my age when it came to years on this earth, he was easier to relate to than overwhelming Carlisle, who was this evening's topic of conversation.

"You two seem so close." I said.

"It wasn't always that way. I fought Carlisle off early on. It is easier with you because there are two of us and one of you. I did some damage to him, but he knows it was being a newborn, not me personally attacking him. He was so patient. I was just as panicked and disjointed as you were, and sometimes still are."

"But you grew to respect him." It was more of a statement than a question.

"With time," Edward glanced over at me and continued. "I remembered him taking care of me in the hospital. I remembered my mother, looking so sick, getting to my bedside and I barely being able to speak with her. I didn't know what time of day it was then. He often would be the one to retrieve her, and get her back to her bed. I realize now it was because she was sneaking out of her ward at night to see me so he was always the one working."

"Do you remember him taking you out of the hospital?"

"Barely. I was dying. My fever was out of control and I was delirious. Nothing seemed real and most of it wasn't. I don't remember him taking me to the morgue. I don't remember him leaving the building with me. I do remember staring up at the stars for a few moments as he ran across the roofs. I remember him saying, 'Everything is going to be alright, Edward.' I must have passed out again because the next thing I remember is the pain."

"How awful."

His mouth was in a straight line, and I could see in his eyes that he remembered what it felt like to burn. "I was more alert during the transformation than you were. As sick as I was, I didn't have the physical injuries that your body needed to recover from."

"You were awake?" I couldn't imagine being completely alert and not being able to do anything about the pain.

"I was, so Carlisle explained what was happening to me as it was happening. I think in some ways it was easier for me because by the time my heart stopped beating, I knew what I was becoming. You on the other hand were stuck in your head, thinking you were in hell. You had to play catch up."

"It was so strange and it still is."

"Yes it is, but easier with time."

"But how could he handle you on his own when you were a bloodthirsty newborn?" My own newborn agitation was surfacing as I felt frustrated for Edward's situation.

"The best he could. He explained a lot to me in the same way that he continues to educate you. Imparting knowledge seems to be key – getting your mind focused on something other than bloodlust."

"But the thirst never goes away."

"No, and it won't, but it gets easier to control."

"You made mistakes."

When I glanced at him now, he appeared older to me – as if the events surrounding his transformation aged him…or forced him to mature. "If that's what you want to call them. Yes, I killed several humans early on."

"Several?"

"Four to be exact." I swallowed involuntarily. "That worries you?"

"What did that do to you?"

"The first two times it happened, I didn't realize what I had done until it was over. In the moment, the senses are so primal, I just attacked. The other times, I realized what I was doing, but my mind couldn't overcome my urge…my need."

"How did you feel?"

"In the moment, it felt perfect – like for once in this life I was on the right path. That I needed this blood to make me whole." His mind was somewhere else, but he grimaced as he spoke again. "Carlisle is always so understanding. I wanted him to scream at me. Tell me what I did was wrong, but that isn't Carlisle. He knows punishing me or scolding me isn't going to fix what can't be undone. He has helped me deal with my emotions and feelings in the wake of my errors and encouraged me to not do it again. Every time, I have hoped it would not, but it has. Although it has been more than a year now since my last fatal mistake."

"I can't imagine the burden and the pain," I whispered.

"It isn't easy. I hope it is something you will never experience, but realistically, you most likely will."

"But I'm focusing on animals. Why can't I be like Carlisle?" I argued.

"Because no one is like Carlisle." He stated quickly, as his voice rose with a sense of awe. "The control he has, it just doesn't exist among our kind. You think my gift is powerful, well his is Godlike. For him to be able to completely disengage from craving what we desire more than anything else…to deal with open wounds…to cut humans open…that should not be possible for our kind no matter how many years of discipline. No matter how many lifetimes we exist on this earth, we will not find another like him. I can almost promise you that."

"So he's 'special?'"

"To say the least. If we had to end up like this, we couldn't have ended up with anyone better than him." I could see the admiration he felt all over his face.

"He is a good man."

"You knew it then and you see it more clearly now."

"Knew 'it' when?"

"As a patient, when you were sixteen."

"Stop it Edward." I don't like this. But it didn't stop Edward this time.

"You dreamed about him for ten years."

"First of all, dreams are not reality. And second, I was married for four years of that ten year period. Do you think that is something I'm not ashamed of?"

"Maybe it was hinting of something that was meant to be."

"Edward! No. He treats me like a child. Brother, sister and father. Remember?" I was trying to reign in my frustration.

He sighed. "Maybe he's just an educator, trying to teach Miss Platt some lessons."

"Technically, I'm Mrs. Evenson."

"Technically, you're dead."

"But there is no record of that."

"Or you are Mrs. Barstow. There is no record of my death either."

"Which is how you held onto the house in Chicago?"

"Exactly. I sent letters off to my faraway family members letting them know of my parents passing. I told them I was closing up the house and traveling the world….and will never be seen again. Maybe a postcard now and then like my crazy uncle used to do."

"He was crazy?"

"You like to change the subject."

You are absolutely right.

"Edward, I already had let go of my family when I fled Columbus."

"Carlisle said you were a straight A student."

"Now who's changing the subject? I bet you were a good student too."

"All A's and B's."

"He really doesn't forget a thing."

"That's wonderful though. What an amazing accomplishment for a gi-"

"For a girl?

He shrugged. "Yes. I'm sure how bright you are benefited your students greatly when you were a teacher."

"I'd like to think so. I would think I could have done so much more for them with more schooling."

"More education?"

"Exactly."

"Like Carlisle has educated me and now you – to make us better. So we can do more and be more than thoughtless killers."

But what if I'm not strong enough? What if I can never learn to resist human blood?

"It will always be a challenge but you have a huge amount of strength in you. He sees that you know."

I also have a lot of weakness. I'm broken. In so many ways I'm broken.

"You are stronger than you think. Talk to him. Open up to him. In many ways, he is more equipped to help you with your…issues than I ever could. I'm just a stupid kid."

"No you are not. Don't ever say that! You are helping me so much."

"I'll always be here whenever you need me, but more than you consciously realize, you need him."

He lifted his fingers off mine, which had been playing over the piano absentmindedly while we spoke. I paused, my fingers frozen above the keys.

"I trust you, Esme. Trust yourself."

I looked at him, and nodded before gently playing the song from church that he played on my first day of 'lessons.' There were no errors. Every note was correct. When Carlisle got home the next morning, I had been playing nonstop for hours and the piano was completely intact.

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I put a lot research into this story and thank you to everyone who has noticed and acknowledged. Virginia, Minnesota is a real town. I chose it mainly because in 1936 it became the home of the Virginia Regional Medical Center. My feeling is that there must have been some kind of medical facility there before that time for it to be decided to build a hospital there. It also had industry and was surrounded by lots of nothing, i.e. wilderness.

I hope this chapter may feel a bit slow, but it is about establishing the characters' relationships. Things will speed up again very soon.

FYI: I had the opportunity to attend the Twilight Saga: Eclipse Convention in LA last week and I saw the movie this past Monday night. Check out my twitter account, ohmycarlisle, to see links to pictures from the convention. Eclipse, the movie, is fantastic. Fans are going to love it!

I'm very excited about the next chapter. I think you will be too!