Okay, there's at least one person who's a bit cross with me for taking so long with this chapter. But as I explained forces beyond my control prevented me from writing as much as I wanted. But none of that matters now because it's finally here and I hope you enjoy it. And thank you very much to my good friends who reviewed last chapter; Tsukikage1213 and Realfanficts. You guys have the patience of saint and I hope to make worth it. Alright onward!

Chapter Six

The Last Waterbender

From Nayia's perspective everything had suddenly gone white, and all was silent. When she finally did awake she found she was no longer in Hotaru's presence, nor was she sent back to her cell. Instead, she was slumbering on a large round cushion in a room filled with many others. She quickly sat up and found Mifune sitting up right on another close by, deep in meditation.

"Mifune!" He opened his eyes. "What's going on? What happened to me?" He turned his gaze to her, keeping her in suspense. "What happened to me?" He turned back to his own space, appearing as though the news was hurtful to pass on. "Answer me!"

"Now we are both of us slaves."

"What are you talking about?"

"The day you discover a means of escape I hope you will share that knowledge with me, so that I may feed my blade to Hotaru's supercilious tongue. Until then we are both bound to her…… chevaliers." Nayia was already beyond outraged but the lack of answers only added to her frustration.

"Everybody keeps saying that! But what does that mean! Seriously what is the harm in just telling me?!"

"Shut up," said Mifune curtly. "It means you are a servant, that is final."

She shook her head. "Not for me." She hopped off the round bed cushion and began storming out. "You can sit there thinking you're stuck here but I'm leaving." For a moment it looked as though she just might make it out the door. However just as her hand touched the door handle she froze. Her face screwed up from confusion but that feeling was soon replaced by fear and above all else…pain. Slowly she slunk down to the floor amidst the steadily growing sounds of chanting behind her. She couldn't understand the words, it was irrelevant anyway. All Nayia now knew was that she could hardly breathe and that blood felt like boiling water. Still the chanting continued without end, becoming more and more pronounced. Soon Mifune stood over her.

"The others won't allow you to leave. With their collective thought they are preventing it, rather than suffer Hotaru's wrath."

"S..st….sto-stop…" He looked behind him at the chanting crowd.

"They will not stop, until you have agreed to stay." Nayia clawed her way across the floor. The closer she got to the door the louder the chanting became. Finally Nayia could go no further and collapsed just inches away from her goal. She heard the sound as though they were all crowded around her ear and screaming the garbled words. Mifune bent down closer to her, trying to hear her over the other chevaliers. He then stood up and held out his arms. "SILENCE!" At once the chanting ceased. "She will not leave, you may return to your prayers." And that they did. Every chevalier turned away from Nayia and Mifune and silently prayed to Hotaru. Mifune then saw to Nayia. She was already getting back up. Her body temperature returned to normal and she could breathe just as well as she ever could. She sat up against the door, which was now impassable.

"If…" She paused to catch her breath. "If Hotaru wanted to turn me there are other ways….."

"Ways that prove to be unreliable. Hotaru wishes for her follower's minds to remain in pristine order."

"Yeah well…" Nayia raised herself up using the door handles for leverage. "I should probably tell her I'm not really in the market for a new religion."

"That matters not to her, nor does it to the rest of her congregation. You must understand Nayia.." This stopped her on her way back to her cushion. "The people here in this room have known only of Hotaru since birth. There is no other deity for them, and nothing you say or do is going to change that." She sat down and crossed her arms defiantly.

"We'll see about that."

"You should not be so depressed; chevaliers are endowed with many special abilities." Nayia quirked an eyebrow.

"Really….that's very interesting."

"Powers that are useless against Hotaru," said Mifune as if sensing her intentions. She folded her arms.

"That's right, just go and ruin my thunder." He glanced at her and found that was actually smirking at him. He returned it but it was so fleeting that Nayia failed to see it. At that moment the door which Nayia attempted to escape through opened and in walked Simon, Mockingbird, and Tommy. Mifune was close to rising to greet them but they were quickly intercepted by Ring.

"Report," she said with monotone.

"We found the archives," said Simon. Ring then held out an open hand.

"You recovered the scroll then, I will take it to Hotaru." Simon shifted his weight. Even Mockingbird was looking at him expectantly, wondering what his excuse would consist of. Ring darted her eyes between Simon and Mockingbird. "Well?"

"We found the archives but….the scroll was not present." Ring slowly lowered her arm.

"Explain."

"What's ter explain?" spat Tommy. "It wasn't there, what were we spossed to do?" Ring trained her eyes to him, also allowing the red gem on her ring to spark to life.

"You were supposed to continue looking until it was found." She began to raise her hand but Simon stopped her.

"Wait, I have a theory."

"Hotaru cannot afford theories alone, we must have that scroll."

"I understand," said Simon while bowing his head reverently. "There was evidence that the scroll had been removed many centuries ago, possibly while Pakku was still its caretaker." It was nearly impossible to tell but it appeared that Ring was intrigued. "And if that is true he will have passed it on to his successor, a noteworthy waterbender."

"The Fire Nation remains as the only element benders," droned Ring.

"Then perhaps it was passed down a line of Water Tribe descent. It is also possible whoever bears it now could have no knowledge of their lineage or the scrolls existence." Strangely, as Nayia heard their discussion, her mind immediately went to Shandrey and the word just slipped out before she could stop it.

"Shandrey…" All of them turned to her inquisitively. Ring faced Nayia entirely and indeed walked back up to her.

"What did you say?"

"N-Nothing, I didn't say anything."

"Don't lie to me chevalier, what did you say?" Both Mockingbird and Simon exchanged curious looks at Nayia being addressed as one of them. Ring could see that Nayia would be immovable this early. Thus she merely forced the red beam from her gem into Nayia's eyes and scanned for the answer. She fell back down to her round bed with a gasp. Ring rounded on the three subordinates.

"The name is 'Shandrey Yen-Mah', find her and retrieve the scroll."

"Not till I've had a chance 'ter to get some shut eye," said Tommy. "Done with one hunt now I gotta get going onto another." They walked past Nayia as she still recovered from Ring's intrusion. Mockingbird glanced in her direction, allowing Nayia to glimpse her teeth.

"You're a vampire."

She smirked. "Noticed that did you?" With a suggestive wink Mockingbird continued on her way. Ring watched after them, inwardly scorned by their agent's apparent laziness.

She shook her head. "Must I do everything myself?" Her hair swished in a perfect arc as she spun on her heel and took her leave. Nayia knew without a doubt that she was going after Shandrey, and it was all her fault.

'Great,' she thought. 'This might make her a little grumpy the next time I see her.' Mifune was as still as a stone as he set himself back into deep meditation. It took a moment for Nayia to realize that the large hall had gone from a buzz of chanting to dead quiet again. It was certainly unsettling to say the least. It wasn't long however before Nayia began to notice that someone else was watching her. Out of her peripheral vision she detected a pair of eyes frequently glancing at her from a cushion not far from her own. Turning she came face to face with young man about her age with dark brown hair. He looked about nervously and mouthed something to her. Nayia shrugged her shoulders in response to not understanding. He edged a little closer and once again tried to deliver his message, this time Nayia was able to make out 'can I come over?' She shifted about anxiously.

'Why me?' Looking back at him she halfheartedly granted him an audience and he carefully made his way over to her.

"Hi," he said with a smile. Nayia smiled back at him but it was a weak one. She felt so awkward that it was as if her spine had been replaced by a wooden pole. "My name is Julian Markham; can I ask you for your name?"

She regarded him strangely. For whatever reason he sure was being polite; so polite in fact that Nayia couldn't think of a reason to deny his request.

"Nayia…"

"Well, it's very unusual. There's not a single one here by that name. I think it's also very nice."

"Uh huh," muttered Nayia. He edged closer to her, much to Nayia's discomfort.

"I was wondering if after meditation you would like to walk with me." Nayia looked at him quizzically. "There is a very beautiful garden on the grounds; I would really like to show it to you."

"Listen you've been very nice, for the thirty seconds since I've met you, but I think I'd just rather be alone right now." Julian nodded with a downcast look and stood up.

"Very well, I won't disturb you anymore." He turned away and she hung her head, because there it was; that stinging feeling of guilt that would never let up. It did take a lot of courage after all to just walk up to her and talk like that. Maybe she did owe him a little more.

"Wait." She whispered. He failed to hear her thus she had to catch up to him. She took his shoulder and he turned place. "Wait I…uh…..I was wondering how much longer meditation will be." Julian smiled.

"Not long."

PARIS………….

Katara darted her gaze between Lee and Shandrey, both of whom were zipping about their room throwing belongings into whatever bags they could find. The young waterbender began to grow dizzy from watching them.

"I don't understand, your husband has a headache and all of a sudden we have to pack up and leave? What's going on?"

"We'll have to explain later," said Shandrey in passing. Katara looked to Lee but he only gave the same reply with a single stern look. Utterly confused, Katara simply began gathering what personal effects she had. Lee sealed up the last suitcase and set it among the others.

"That's it, shall we go then?"

"We can't jump from here, we need to get to open ground," said Shandrey. Katara was becoming more and more annoyed with overhearing things that made absolutely no sense to her.

"I hope you don't mean jump from the window."

"No, it's a….different method of travel." Lee moved over to the window to draw the curtains shut but as he did he stopped as he spotted something below. Outside the fence surrounding the pool he saw someone showing a photograph to a hotel employee. He took a moment and then pointed directly up at their window. The samurai slid the curtains shut.

"Leave it," he said gesturing to the luggage.

"What is it?" asked Shandrey.

"Whoever is searching for us has indeed found their quarry." Shandrey looked past him, as though she could see through the curtains. "We must go, now."

"Who is it?" asked Katara.

Shandrey shook her head. "Who knows, but trust me this is not the time to ask questions." Both Shandrey and Katara carried only satchels that slung over their shoulders. Shandrey led the way with Lee bringing up the rear. They froze when the light above the elevator lit up a bell signaled it was about to open. Both turned their widened gazes back to Lee, he jerked his head to the stairs through which they quickly exited out of.

The three of them managed to slip out of the hotel unnoticed. Shandrey felt bad about failing to leave some sort of payment for the room but this was a serious situation. Plus she felt that after tonight they wouldn't be welcome anywhere in Paris. Katara was more than beside herself. All of sudden she had been thrust into a new world which was as foreign to her as the Fire Nation itself. Now no sooner had Katara narrowly recovered from hypothermia than she found herself running from a mysterious group of people and she didn't even know why. 'I wish Aang, Sokka, and Toph were here'. She thought. Sokka and Toph would've been the first to suggest that they take on whoever it was following them. Aang would have stated his hesitancy, ask Katara for her opinion, and then would give in to the first two.

And then there was the fact that something about this city they were in gave her the feeling that they were not welcome. There was a general distaste for foreigners, as could be seen from the slight glowers they earned as they calmly walked down the street. Katara noticed that while she took in the surroundings that she had actually fallen behind Shandrey and Lee thus she trotted back up to them.

"I take it you've done something like this before," she said while repositioning the bag over her shoulder.

"Once or twice," replied Shandrey. "One of the downs of beating pillagers to buried treasure."

"Who ever they are I do not believe them to rivals," said Lee. "Something feels….different."

Shandrey gulped nervously. "Let's hope not, I had my fill of all things supernatural a long time ago." Katara rubbed her forehead to relieve the growing headache.

"You are the strangest people I've ever met." The trio walked on in silence. Not only was Shandrey looking for an open space to teleport them away but it was also preferable if they did so away from the public view. The more they walked however the more it felt like they were being followed. The nighttime fog was growing more and more dense. Shandrey took solace in the fact that if something did happen there was plenty of moisture in the air for her and Katara to take advantage of. No sooner had Shandrey wrapped herself up in such positive thoughts that they were forced to stop. They stood at the very bridge where Shandrey and Katara first confronted one another, only this time Ring blocked their way. Lee's hand instinctively reached for the hilt of his sword. Katara held a hand behind her back; secretly it gathered the surrounding moisture into a small whirling sphere. Shandrey timidly stepped forward.

"Uhh, hi?" Ring said nothing. "Can we help you?"

"Indeed," replied the chevalier. "You can give me the scroll without condition." Katara's eyes widened and she swallowed hard. How could these people possibly know about the scroll?

Shandrey shot a curious look back at Lee then faced Ring with a shrug. "What scroll?"

"We have not the time for charades, give it to me now." Like a rattlesnake Ring struck at Shandrey with a powerful blast from her stone. Lee ran forward and caught Shandrey as she was thrown backward off the bridge. The shining gem around Ring's finger pulsed with an almost burning desire to cause harm. "I trust I have made my point."

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Shouted Shandrey while she still hung to Lee for support. "You've got the wrong people."

"Doubtful." Ring's eyes then fell on Katara. The young waterbender stood stock still at the sight of this magnificent foe. Not since she parted with Aang, Sokka, and Toph had she been witness to magic such as this. Ring began stepping forward toward Katara. Lee immediately sprang between them, sword drawn and ready. She took another step obliging Lee to use his mental prowess to shove her back several feet. As if mirroring his powers precisely Ring waved her hand and Lee was thrown aside. Katara whipped the ice ball out from behind her back and hit Ring dead to rights in the forehead. The chevalier's head wrenched back something fierce but it did not stumble her in the slightest. Katara's mouth hung open, horror struck by what she saw. Ring's broken neck mended within seconds and her head snapped right back into place. She stretched her hand forward, from her gem a ribbon of energy flowed forth, digging into Katara's forehead. It suddenly felt as though the searing pain of the ice cold waters were flowing around her again. Katara fell to her knees, eyes wide and crossed to look at the ribbon.

"Dead or alive…you shall give me what I seek." From out of the fog Lee's blade sang in the air and removed Ring from her stretched arm. Released from Ring's hold Katara fell to the ground writhing. It was now Lee's turn to gape at Ring's unnatural vitality. She made now screams or cries at loosing a limb, no did blood flow from her wound.

"What are you?" he asked in a hoarse whisper. Ring narrowed her eyes. With her remaining hand she grabbed a handful of Lee's gi and hurled him a high into the air. Once landing the samurai was unfortunate enough to impale his left leg upon his sword. None had come to their rescue since the loud bang given by Ring and it didn't appear that Lee's shriek of pain would draw anyone else. Katara snapped her eyes away from the writhing warrior and back up to their attacker. The chevalier summoned the ring off her disembodied hand and onto her other. With a wave from over her ruined shoulder Ring formed a perfectly new arm.

"Get away from her!" Shandrey swung her arms about, drawing the water around her into a rushing column. She swung it around, striking Ring several times. Katara quickly jumped to her feet and after received a nod from Shandrey, each formed a watery tendril. They grabbed Ring's ankles firmly and with all their strength hurled her nearly half a mile away. Both waterbenders balanced on their knees, taking in heavy breaths.

"I'd like…to go home..now," panted Katara.

"That makes two of us," said Shandrey with a smile. A painful moan off to the side grabbed her attention. "Lee…" They rushed over to his side. Shandrey nearly turned sick at the sight of him. "Oh, goodness Lee." The samurai tried reaching around to pull it out but to no avail.

"Get-it out!" gasped Lee.

"Maybe we should leave it in, until we can bandage him properly," suggested Katara.

An incredulous Lee said, "What!?"

"I think she's right Lee," said Shandrey. "You're already loosing a lot of blood. If we pull it out, you're going to loose more." Lee rolled his eyes. Barring his teeth Lee's telekinesis took hold of the sword and with a growing yell yanked it out. Just as Shandrey predicted a small fountain of his vital fluids momentarily erupted.

A nauseated Katara covered her mouth. "Oookay, that just might be the most disgusting thing I've ever seen." Shandrey ripped a piece of his gi off and quickly tied it around his leg.

"Stubborn idiot," she mumbled. She then fished around in her satchel until she found a collapsible cup and a vile filled a white powder. As though it were mere second nature Shandrey summoned some water from the fog into the cup and began letting some of the white powder mix in. Once it was completely dissolved Shandrey knelt back down beside Lee. She picked up his head and cradled it so he could drink. Katara watched as Lee's twitching movements calmed and his slow breath indicated that he was no longer conscious.

"Is he…okay?"

"He will be, if we can get him home in time." Katara now hated hearing that word; 'home'. It was more than far away for her. For now it seemed almost unreachable. "Help me." Both of them took one of Lee's arms over their shoulder. Katara struggled as they hoisted him up off the ground.

"Wow….you're husband is quite heavy."

"Well don't be fooled," gasped Shandrey. She looked away with a twinkle in her eye. "It's all muscle." She shook her head, no time for such thoughts. "Let's go." In a whirl of light all of three of them were taken from where they stood. Ring stepped onto the bridge just after they departed. Her expressionless eyes scanned the entire area. It would very difficult for her to follow them. For the moment the chevalier gave up the chase and turned to leave.

REJOINING NAYIA……………

Nayia walked casually just past the entrance to the garden. Julian had grossly understated both its vastness and its beauty. The sun shined brightly overhead accompanied by the whimsical chorus of birds. Light pink petals from a Japanese maple fell past her face; they tickled her cheek and made her smile. It was so odd; here she was a prisoner and yet in this place she felt….peaceful. Unbeknownst to her Julian slowly approached. He bore a smile, which was mostly due to how much she was already enjoying herself. One of his footsteps finally made its way to her ears and she turned in place.

"Oh, hello."

"And hello to you," replied Julian. "I'm glad you came. Though I have to be honest, a part of me didn't think you would."

"Well, its better then being cooped up in there," said Nayia nodding toward the building behind them. "So, you said something about taking a walk." Julian chuckled.

"I did." He held out his hand. "Come." Nervously Nayia slipped her hand within his and he led her deeper into the garden. "This place is one of our proudest achievements; it contains a sample of every blossom born of this earth." Nayia stopped, forcing her hand out of his.

"Every one?" she asked in amazement.

"Indeed." He noticed that she hand placed both her hands behind her back. "I'm sorry if I have made you uncomfortable."

She shook her head. "That's okay, but if it's alright with you I'd rather keep my hands to myself for the time being."

"Of course," he said. And so they walked on, passing many varieties of flowers and trees. "You are new here aren't' you."

"What gave you that idea," said Nayia sarcastically. "And I wouldn't go so far as to say that I 'joined' either. I like my mind just the way it is." Julian's face fell and he stopped in front of a rose bush. "What's the matter?" she asked. "I'm sorry if I offended you."

He stared at the red blossoms. "Well, only a little. I can see that you don't believe the way we do; that you believe we are, as you say, brainwashed." Nayia quietly bobbed her head in agreement. "Nothing could be farther from the truth." He turned to her and stared into her eyes with conviction. "I stand before you today utterly in control of my own thoughts, I chose to my faith as freely and willingly as I chose to be with you right now."

"Julian, I tried to leave……and I was tortured because of it. I really am sorry but you're not going to easily convince me that it was done for my own good."

"Well you have my word," he said. His smile was also returning. "I did not join the others as they did that to you." She nodded. It was clear he telling the truth but it was still unsettling. "I hope in time you will come to see Hotaru as I see her now."

"I have to tell ya, your choice in deities couldn't be worse."

"Why do you say that?" he asked calmly.

"Because I've met her, she's evil Julian. She's not even a goddess. Sure she's very powerful and can do things that would seem godlike but…" Julian continued down the path; he would not so easily dissuaded. She skipped back up next to him. "You're wasting your life worshiping a false god."

"I am sorry Nayia, but I don't believe that."

"I've seen this kind of thing before. Soon she'll leave you and everyone else with a single choice; convert or die."

"Our dogma contains no such declarations." Nayia brought her hands to her temples; there simply was just no getting to this person. "Forcing our faith on someone else is strictly forbidden. The act of free choice must be present."

"Oh really, well how do explain me? If I could leave I would, in a heartbeat. But you and you're friends won't let me."

"I don't presume to know Hotaru's plans for us, or you for that matter. But you must be very important." At this Nayia was perplexed.

"Why?"

"They made you a chevalier," he said simply. Many here, myself included, have dedicated their entire lives to the day when they would be granted such a coveted honor. Some would see your hastened rise within our ranks as detestable. If I were you I would expect a warm welcome."

Nayia folded her arms. Thinking that things couldn't possibly get worse. "And you?" she asked her companion. "Why do you think of me?" Again he smiled at her.

"If ever you find yourself alienated from all who dwell here, know that you have at least one friend with me." Nayia managed to force a rising blush to remain hidden from view. "If I may say, I think you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met." Nayia laughed nervously.

"Wow, right to the point I see."

While they walked Julian explained. "Here we are taught not to fear our feelings and to not only embrace them but make them clear to the ones that really matter. To live life like a turtle hiding in its shell is not life at all."

"Now you sound like my brother," chuckled Nayia. By now a few other members had begun walking about in the garden, and yet it was still large enough for a multitude to gather and still have room to spare. She cast a look to the ground as it passed under her feet. "I sure wish he were here now."

"You care for him very much."

"Well yes," said Nayia. "We've been through so much, and he's sacrificed so much for me."

"I think I would enjoy his company," said Julian. "If only to ask his permission to court you." Nayia stopped walking again. "Nayia?"

"I'm sorry; did you just ask me out on a date?"

"Forgive me, is that the customary term these days?"

She was still shocked from his first statement. "Yyyesss. Look I know you don't mind just throwing your emotions out there for all to see but it's a little harder for me."

He raised his hands defensively. "Of course, I meant no disrespect." Nayia closed her eyes and walked back to his side. "How do you like the garden?"

Nayia let herself calm and she smiled at him. "Its very beautiful. But you know….you're way too nice." He looked after her with confused frown.

"Too nice?"

WITHIN A GRASSY VALLEY……………….

Katara looked down at the ground below from a window built into the side of a rock wall. The home was actually built alongside the gorge and ran almost the whole length. Several tall windmills set upon the summit provided them with all the power they needed. Katara retreated back inside where Shandrey worked over Lee. It wasn't long before his leg was fully mended, courtesy of their combined healing powers and some special herb remedies by Shandrey herself.

"So where are we now?"

"This is a place called Kitsune Valley. This has been our home for a very long time. In fact we used to hide out here." Katara let the hair loops on either side of her head fall freely. Shandrey finished with Lee, allowing him to drink a tonic and then guided Katara out of the room. "Come on, there are some things we should talk about."

After a few minutes Katara finished recounting the events that had led to her arrival. Shandrey was also forced to tell tales of a most depressing nature. They sat around a table with a steaming pot of tea beside them. Shandrey filled a cup, slid it toward Katara, and then poured one for herself. Katara just moved her cup about from side to side.

"I don't understand," she whispered. "How can you be the last waterbender, there were tens of thousands of us."

"It's not just waterbenders," said Shandrey sadly. "To my knowledge there isn't a single element bender left alive besides me. My sister was a firebender but….well she's passed away." A stiff silence passed over the two, one that Shandrey was determined to quickly break. "You said that you interrupted some sort of ritual."

"Yes."

"What were they doing?" Katara struggled with her thoughts. The images were so terrible to bear.

"They were going to sacrifice some kid. He was a Fire Nation soldier but he was so young. We managed to fight off his squad and I guess while he was trying to get to a camp this group of crazy people caught him."

"Is there anything else you can remember?" asked Shandrey. "Symbols…a name, strange markings…anything?" Katara hung her head. The steam from her tea condensed on her face, making what looked like tears. Shandrey's words about the element benders still stuck out in her mind. And it was then that a hard and perhaps horrible thought occurred to her.

"W-W-What about the Avatar?" insisted Katara. "Where's the Avatar of your time?" Still Shandrey was the bearer of bad news.

"I'm sorry Katara, but the cycle has been broken for many centuries. In fact….Avatar Aang might be the last." Katara's hand flew to her mouth.

"No! That would mean he was killed in the Avatar State."

"We don't that. The fact is I have no idea what's going on right now. And apparently Lee's sister is in trouble and we don't even know where she is." Katara took a sip of her tea, more to steady her nerve than anything else. "Now what about this scroll?" Katara looked up at Shandrey only momentarily.

"What about…what scroll?"

"Katara, that wild lady was after me because she thought I have whatever it is that you clearly have. I know she has something to do with Nayia. Now what was she talking about?"

Still Katara maintained her silence. "I don't know."

"I don't believe you," retorted Shandrey. Her voice was beginning to rise. "We just received a royal whipping, my husband has a hole in his leg, and his sister is missing. Now its time for you spill it. What was she talking about?!"

"I DON'T KNOW!"

"YES YOU DO!" Katara swept both cups and the kettle off the table. She then threw down the scroll encased in an ivory tube.

"There! Happy now?" Katara stormed out of the kitchen, slamming doors behind her. Shandrey turned her glare away from the doorway and down to the scroll. She picked it up, letting it roll about in her hands. Why was this thing so important? Carefully she popped open the ivory container and found a ragged piece of parchment inside.

Well I hope this was worth the wait. Again massive apologies from me, ThSamurai. I hope nay I pray that you won't have to wait this long again. Back again later!