The bridge was humming with activity. There wasn't much too actively be doing, but everyone seemed to think it was very important to bustle around when the captain was on the bridge. Wufei supposed it was part of being in the navy or possibly just because it was only a few hours after leaving port at Pearl Harbor. He wasn't the type to fuss, so just sat calmly at his station reviewing his systems. While they had run diagnostics before they set out, the scan could only catch so much. The AI just glimpsed over the systems, making a quick pass and checking for any obvious errors. A thorough, manual check wouldn't be amiss. So here he sat, one screen full of detailed system analysis, the other showing data streaming in from his WSKRS.

"What exactly are W-S-K-R-S-es anyway?" Ensign Winner leaned backwards in his own chair; curiously looking over his should at Wufei's screens.

Wufei smirked slightly. "We say 'whiskers,' which gives a far better description of what they are than any technical explanation."

Winner's face lit up. "Oh! Like a cat's whiskers?"

"Exactly." Wufei pulled up a more detailed view of the data coming in from WSKRS1, whom he had nicknamed Nemo (WSKRS2 and WSKRS3 were Castor and Pollux). "See," he pointed to the stream of data coming in, "this tells me water temperature, salinity, pressure, chemical analysis, and a slew of additional data. They are also fitted with cameras, microphones, and-as you know-radio transmitters."

"Wow. And I'm just sitting over here chatting with Fiji."

Wufei just lifted an eyebrow in response.

Winner hastily corrected the misinterpretation. "It's how I do a manual systems check for communications at sea. Well, one of them. You basically just use every type of communication your ship can send and receive. I already finished confirming ship-wide and secure channels, now I'm checking the broader range."

"So you chat with Fiji."

"They're more interesting than Hawaii."

They both went back to their work, sitting back-to-back in companionable silence. Wufei reflected on the tentative friendship he had formed with the communications officer. Winner was easy to get along with in many ways. He didn't seem to be overly concerned that Wufei was from a very reluctant signatory of the UEO charter or that he had no actual naval experience. Despite the fact that Wufei had actually lived in an undersea colony his whole life, many of the people he had met felt that he was a 'landlubber' and had no business being in a submarine. Winner also seemed completely at ease with Wufei's occasionally odd habits that stemmed from a traditional Chinese upbringing, and even casually spoke to him in Mandarin. The only other person on the vessel that seemed at ease with his heritage was Doctor Sally Po, who shared a similar heritage-though she was a few generations removed from China.

Winner was still a bit of an enigma. Wufei knew he was one of those Winners, of the Winner Enterprises Coalition, though where he stood in that huge family Wufei couldn't even guess. For all he knew, the blonde man was no more than a third cousin by marriage. Still, it was interesting that someone with connections to the largest independent undersea coalition in the world would be on the UEO's flagship. Perhaps, when he was more familiar with the man, he could just ask. Until then, he could only speculate.

Wufei continued to let his thoughts wander, keeping an eye on his sensor feeds and analysis.

Down in the depths of engineering, the Prototype Model K GELF known sometimes as Nanashi crouched in a corner and simply watched the activity. He liked being deep in the bowels of the ship. The twin fusion reactors hummed, causing the deck and bulkheads to vibrate ever-so-slightly. Nanashi wasn't sure if the others, the normal humans, could feel the vibrations. The engineering crews didn't seem to mind him being here, as long as he stayed out of the way and helped when asked. The chief engineer, a man named Howard Kalani, was even kind to Nanashi, explaining how the reactors powered the ship in simple terms.

Some of Howard's team had laughed at explaining such things to a GELF, but they stopped quickly once the lieutenant commander told him to mind their own business. Nanashi appreciated the explanations. He had been told many times by the scientists who made him that he was stupid and a mistake, but he often felt he could learn all sorts of things like the humans did, if just someone would teach him. He had learned to read, after all, and write, when Trowa Barton had taught him. Nanashi had been more thankful for those few years in the UEO 'home' than he could ever express.

The only thing he didn't like about engineering was the lack of aquatubes. He hadn't known what the tubes running through the ship were for, until Ensign Quatre Raberba Winner had introduced him to Doctor Catherine Bloom. She had shown him the tubes, and introduced him to their occupant, Darwin the dolphin.

On impulse, Nanashi stood from his crouch and silently left the engine room. No one remarked on his leaving. They were busy with their own duties and could not be concerned by his wanderings. He was heading to the main science laboratory, where Doctor Catherine Bloom supervised the other scientists. Nanashi never thought he'd willingly return to a laboratory, but the scientists hadn't asked anything of him, except that he not touch the sensitive equipment. Still, he entered the large room shyly, looking around for the redhead.

"Nanashi!" Doctor Catherine Bloom smiled brightly when she noticed him standing off to the side of the hatch. "Come on in, don't be shy. Did you want to say hello to Darwin?"

"Yes, Doctor Catherine Bloom."

She grinned at him. "You can just call me Cathy, sweetie. No need for all the formality."

Cathy. He would remember that. No one had ever told him to call them by a nickname before. "Is Darwin doing well?" He asked.

"Very much so, though I'm afraid he's been a bit bored. Why don't you swim with him?" Cathy gestured a rack of wetsuits. "I'm sure he'd enjoy your company."

"Am I allowed?" Nanashi was hesitant. He'd gotten in trouble for doing things without permission before. Sometimes, people didn't want him to do something just because he was a GELF. He didn't know if swimming with Darwin would be something a GELF could do.

"Of course! I'm the senior science officer, Nanashi. That means I'm in charge of Darwin's well-being. If I say he needs some company, then that is that. I'd swim myself, but I've got to finish setting up some of his monitoring systems."

"But I'm not human."

"Neither is Darwin." Cathy gestured again to the rack of wetsuits. "Go ahead, sweetie. Grab a suit and change in the locker room over there."

Nanashi turned to the rack and selected one of the short suits that looked about his size. He shyly entered the men's locker room. It was empty, so he quickly changed before anyone came in. The suit fit fine, so he went back out to the pool where Darwin was swimming back and forth. The dolphin seemed impatient, like he knew what Nanashi was intending to do and was annoyed at the GELF for taking so much time. Nanashi wondered, not for the first time, if Darwin knew he was different from the others. Did the dolphin know that Nanashi's mottled skin identified him as a life form that had been grown, rather than born? Did Darwin know that Nanashi was considered less than human? Less than a dolphin even?

He slid silently into the pool, and was overjoyed when Darwin swam right up to him, nudging against his side. Nanashi took a deep breath and dove under, swimming alongside Darwin. He could easily hold his breath for quite a long time, far longer than any human. After about ten minutes, though, it became uncomfortable. Since there wasn't any real need for him to stay under, he surfaced and took another breath. He and Darwin swam together for what seemed like hours. Nanashi thought he had never enjoyed himself so much before. When he surfaced again, he saw Cathy is a wetsuit sitting on the edge of the pool.

"You guys look like two peas in a pod. You were holding your breath for a really long time, Nanashi. Are you okay?" Cathy joined him in the water and swam smoothly to him.

Nanashi nodded shyly. He didn't like it when the humans noticed the differences. It was always best that they only saw the surface, not everything. But, another part of him said, Cathy had been nothing but kind and seemed honestly concerned. "I can hold my breath longer, if I need to. I don't need as much oxygen as a human."

"Oh! Of course, that makes sense. Are you having fun?" She rubbed Darwin's melon, and smiled at Nanashi.

"Yes." Nanashi took a deep, calming breath and asked the question that had been gnawing at him since he'd met the nice doctor. "Will you teach me about Darwin? And the ocean? I want to learn."

The redhead looked surprised. "You do?" Nanashi nodded shyly. "Well, of course I will!" She regarded him curiously for a moment. "Do you know how to read and write?"

Nanashi nodded proudly. "Doctor S said I was too stupid, but my friend taught me."

"Excellent." She grinned again. "So, Darwin is what we call an Atlantic bottlenose dolphin and he eats a wide variety of fish, eels, squid and shrimp…"

Quatre yawned widely as he left the bridge at twenty hundred ship time. It wasn't exactly late, but had been a long day. He was looking forward to a hot meal in the mess and his bunk. He could only hope his roommate, Ensign Lucas Moreno from engineering, had had an equally long day and would be turning in early as well, or at least staying quiet. Quatre took the stairs two at a time, trotting quickly on B deck down to the mess. He didn't even notice Chang and Yuy had followed him until he reached his destination.

The three officers stood in line to receive their food; lasagna with garlic bread and salad. Quatre examined his minutely as he sat down. It looked edible. It smelled okay. He took a small bite and was pleased to find it actually pretty tasty. He began eating with gusto and glanced up at his fellow officers, who had joined him at his table. The blonde nearly laughed aloud at the look on Chang's face.

"It's pasta, layered with meat, cheese, and sauce," he explained. "Have you never had lasagna before?"

Chang blinked a few times and took a nibble from his bread. "I have not."

"Mind if I sit with you, gentlemen? The place is filling up fast." Dr. Po plopped her tray down and took the seat between Yuy and Chang without waiting for an answer. She dug into her own food with as much zeal as Quatre had. "Oh, and all three of you still need to report to Medical for your physicals. Don't try to get out of them, they are mandatory." She waved her fork in the air. "And, Yuy, I need access to your prisoner to do his physical."

"Hn."

"You are aware you're supposed to chew, right Lieutenant?" Quatre watched Yuy wolf down his food with some concern. The security officer just leveled a glare at him and continued to eat at an alarming pace. Quatre shrugged and turned to Dr. Po. "Could I come by tomorrow morning, say around zero-seven hundred?"

The doctor nodded. "Chang?"

The Chinese man was examining a forkful of lasagna, apparently silently debating its merits. He ignored the doctor completely. "What type of meat is this?"

"Beef," Quatre answered. He was amused by Chang's intense interest in their food. He'd done the same thing when presented with fried chicken and mashed potatoes a few days after arriving at the port. Most of the time, while at dock, he had left the ship to get his own meals. Quatre had gone with him once, and found himself surprised that Chang actually frequented both Chinese and Japanese restaurants in Honolulu. He had explained that his colony was actually closer to Okinawa than mainland China, so more trade came in from Japan, thus more foodstuffs.

Chang carefully sampled the lasagna. He made a sour face and sighed rather dramatically. "Don't you Westerners eat anything that isn't swimming in grease? You should eat more like the Chinese, you'd be healthier."

"What, like shark fin soup or sea cucumber?" Dr. Po snapped at him. "The Chinese fishing practices are horrendous! They are almost solely responsible for the endangerment of so many protected ocean species that it's nothing short of appalling."

Quatre nearly groaned aloud as he exchanged looks with Yuy. Nearly every time the medical doctor and sensors officer were in the same room they had some sort of heated debate. So far they'd angrily discussed humanitarian practices, clear-cutting of forests, preservation of archeological sites, and the concepts of honor and justice. Quatre was mentally adding destructive fishing practices and the preservation of ocean species to his list as Chang began to glare down his nose at Dr. Po.

Yuy just shook his head, stood up and took his tray back to those on dishwashing duty this evening. Quatre followed. Chang and Dr. Po weren't really fighting, after all. Quatre felt certain Chang often took an opposite side to Dr. Po in their discussions so as to incite the debate in the first place. Like right now, when he was describing the taste (or lack thereof) of shark fin soup. Quatre had no doubt Chang had eaten it during one point in his life, but he doubted the experience was enjoyed. He imagined Chang's experience with some of China's more illegal foods was much like Quatre eating deep-fried lamb brain on a trip to visit family in Saudi Arabia. It was not something he wanted to do then, or ever again.

The two officers parted ways at the mid-ship stairwell, Yuy going up and Quatre continuing down the corridor. His quarters were blessedly quiet, his roommate not back yet. Quatre took a quick ion shower then lay down to sleep. Tomorrow would be a hectic day, seeing as how they were expected to catch up with the pirates sometime around fourteen hundred. Going to bed early seemed like a really good idea.

At zero six hundred, Heero finished his morning run in the officers' gym and went back to his quarters to shower and change into his uniform. He wouldn't be on duty until zero eight hundred, but saw no reason to laze about in bed. He was in the mess by zero six one five and sitting down with a breakfast of bran cereal and orange juice. He propped a touchpad in front of him and examined the late watch's reports. At precisely zero six four five he finished his own breakfast and collected a similar one to take down to the prisoner.

It took some time to get down to the brig; it was down in the bilge, though on a ship like the seaQuest, it was hardly the foul-smelling, wet, dark place of old. Like the rest of the ship, the corridors were well-lit and pristine. Heero supposed it was at least partly due to the attentions of the service GELF. He had been contemplating on-and-off about adding the GELF to his security team. The life forms were made for fighting, after all, and should be asset. However, he wasn't sure if the captain would approve of a non-human on the security team. He wasn't even sure if the captain approved of a modified human being in charge of security. It was a touchy situation, and one that Heero didn't want to stir up until after the mission.

The prisoner was stretched out on the bunk, legs splayed and arms pillowing his head. He looked completely at ease. He smirked at Heero approached the force field that served as the outer wall for the cell.

"Well, hello there, Mister. Is that food? Slide it in, my friend." Maxwell sat up, crossing his legs and tipping his head to regard the lieutenant at an angle. Heero opened a hole in the force field and set the tray on the floor before stepping back and turning to leave.

"Your brig could use an overhaul you know; you can access the force field control panel from inside the cell and open the freaking door."

Heero was slightly startled by this revelation. He turned back to look at Maxwell, who gestured to the inside wall of the cell. Heero moved to an angle where he could see the point where force field and wall met, sure enough, the wall panel had been pried open and the wiring exposed. He glanced back at Maxwell, who just grinned. "You're still here."

"Well, yeah, I got as far as a computer access panel and discovered we were two thousand meters deep. I honestly don't know if my gills would even work under this kind of pressure. It seemed sensible just to come back here." Maxwell stood up from his bunk and approached the force field, standing only a few inches from the crackling energy. "I found something else too, while I was playing around. You're mainframe has a virus, and a nasty one. Diagnostics triggered it at Pearl. It's buried deep, but moving fast. You'll start seeing system malfunctions in about seven hours."

Heero frowned. "If this is some sort of ploy…"

Maxwell held up his hands in the world-wide gesture for surrender. "No ploy, man. I told you, I may run and hide, but I don't lie. When I say 'system malfunctions,' I don't mean the lights are going to flicker, either. I mean navigation, weapons, helm, life-support, communications, the whole shebang. If you let this virus take root anymore, you'll be dead-in-the-water just about the same time you catch up to those pirates."

"How do you know about the pirates," Heero demanded.

"I might have accessed some UEO communications, too."

Heero considered his options. He wasn't sure he believed the criminal, but he also couldn't see any motivation for Maxwell to lie in this instance. If he didn't act on this information, even if it was a trick, he could be putting the entire ship and her crew in peril. There were still a few things that didn't add up though. "We do have a computer analyst, you know. Ensign Alisa Sokoloff is very good. She would have noticed a virus."

Maxwell shook his head. "She may be good, but I'm better."

"Then how were you caught?" Heero asked, allowing some scorn into his voice.

The hacker wasn't insulted though, he just shrugged. "I wasn't trying to hide my tracks, just cause chaos and disorder. I was fucking pissed, and I wanted to tell the world to fuck off in the loudest, most obnoxious way possible. Look, I don't know why your computer analyst didn't see the virus. For all I know, maybe she was the one that planted it! The point is, man, in the spirit of self-preservation, I'm offering you my help. Give me proper access and I can wipe the virus before it kills us." He started to dig into his breakfast, devouring the food like he was starving.

Heero tapped his communicator. "Security to Commander Merquise."

"Go ahead, Lieutenant."

"The prisoner, Duo Maxwell, is claiming to have discovered a virus infecting our computer systems while he was temporarily out of his cell."

"Temporarily out of his cell, Lieutenant? With access to the ship's systems?" Merquise's voice sounded somewhere between amused and concerned.

"He has also discovered a design flaw in the brig, sir. He accessed a computer terminal in engineering to determine his avenues of escape. When none were forthcoming, he started digging around."

"And found a virus that our expert computer analyst missed."

"I cannot think of any motivation for him to lie about this, sir." Heero paused. "If what he is saying is true, though, he has excellent motivation to tell us, as it is threatening his life."

"Bring him to the ward room. I want to speak with him myself."

"Aye, aye sir."

Maxwell snorted. "Aye, aye sir? You guys actually say that shit? Avast me hearties, yo-ho!" He giggled to himself. Reaching over to the bare wiring, he twisted and pulled at something Heero couldn't see. The force field dropped and Maxwell stepped out, still giggling.

They climbed the stairs silently, except for a few random snickers, up to A deck where the ward room was, just outside the bridge. Commander Merquise was waiting inside, along with Ensign Sokoloff. Heero saluted smartly upon entering. Maxwell followed suit rather cheekily. The commander gestured for Maxwell to sit and for Heero to take up station in front of the hatch. The lieutenant silently hoped Maxwell would be able to convince Merquise that he was in earnest. The more Heero considered Maxwell's words and actions, the more he was certain the long-haired delinquent was telling the truth.

Duo lounged in the chair across from Commander Merquise and a woman he assumed was the officer in charge of the computer systems. He looked the commander directly in the eye, not flinching away, as he explained how he got out of his cell in the brig, how he found the virus, and what that virus was going to do to the seaQuest in T-minus seven hours. Merquise's expression never changed, but from the corner of his eye, Duo saw the woman start to pale.

Huh. Either she was afraid of the virus, which was sensible, or she was afraid of something else. Duo had taken a quick tour around the personnel files while he was up to his elbows in the mainframe, so he knew the nasty little bug wasn't beyond her capabilities. He hadn't lied when he told Yuy that he didn't know why the computer analyst hadn't seen what was obvious to him. He honestly didn't know. Maybe she had planted the thing, or maybe her abilities were less than stated on her resume. Either one was possible.

"Assuming I believe you," Merquise stated once Duo was finished with his explanation. "How did it get there?"

"Someone put it there. Duh." Duo rolled his eyes. This guy wasn't the brightest crayon in the box. Probably got this far thanks to his charm and good-looks.

"Unlikely, sir. The UEO has the best security on the planet. If it is there, which I doubt, it's probably organic. Errant code that became a virus. It happens in Artificial Intelligence systems." The woman had a thick Russian accent. She spoke with a great deal of confidence, but seemed to be distracted by something. She glared slightly at Duo. "This miscreant is just trying to cause disorder and panic."

"This miscreant is trying to save his own ass, sister. Shinigami can tell the difference between an organic AI virus and one that's planted, you know. I'm not some two-bit hacker sitting in his mother's basement wishing it was the good ole days of phone phreaking." Duo sneered at her. She had started at his hacker tag. Duo considered this a good thing; now she knew who she was dealing with here. He gestured back at the silent lieutenant at the door. "He believes me."

"Yuy?" Merquise lifted an eyebrow toward the head of security, inviting him to speak.

"Maxwell's reasoning and motivations are sound, sir. His abilities aren't in question, just his honesty. If there is a virus there, sir, surely Ensign Sokoloff could find it. It certainly wouldn't hurt to look."

Merquise sighed. "In that, I must agree. My apologies for keeping you from your regular duties, Ensign. Please take an in-depth look at the mainframe to determine the existence of this virus, as well as to ascertain whether or not it was planted or organic. Mr. Yuy, please keep Maxwell here for the time being. I want him close. I'll call one of the other security members to stand duty on the bridge." Both he and Ensign Sokoloff left the ward room, leaving Duo alone with the lieutenant.

"So," he said, grasping at something to fill the silence. "Your name is Yuy?"

Quatre rubbed his chest for the umpteenth time, trying to quell the feeling he was getting. It wasn't physical, but definitely there. Quatre knew it was from his Empathy. Likely, someone was homesick or angry and they were projecting enough to bleed through even his formidable shields. From experience, Quatre knew he only had two options: ignore it or deal with whoever was causing it. He was reluctant to chase down some crew member he barely knew and confront them about their innermost thoughts and feelings, so he was going to ignore it.

Unfortunately, since arriving on the bridge four hours ago, it was getting worse. He was starting to pick out distinct feelings now; anger, fear, panic, and, beneath it all, resolve. The only thing he couldn't figure out was who. Who was feeling these things? It wasn't Chang. The Chinese man was physically close enough at his own station that his emotions were a quiet undercurrent to the other's torrent. Thank Allah Chang was calm and collected. His steadiness, barely discernible but still there, was a balm in the storm that was quickly becoming a hurricane.

"Are you alright?" Chang asked. "You look very pale, Winner. Did that doctor woman poke and prod you to illness?"

Quatre smiled wanly. "No, no, I'm fine. Really, just, uh…" He trailed off, eyes glazing over as resolve in the other spiked into frenzied desperation. He closed his eyes, anchoring himself in Chang's concern, and let himself be drawn in to the other. He opened his eyes a few moments later to find himself staring at a very pale Ensign Sokoloff.

"Winner!" Chang hissed. "What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry," Quatre mumbled. "I needed an anchor. Something is very, very wrong. Ensign Sokoloff is involved somehow, but I don't know anything for certain."

"Sir," Sokoloff's voice carried across the bridge. She was addressing the commander, who turned to her and nodded. "I did find a virus, sir. It was organic, not planted. It also wouldn't have threatened any systems except some of the science bay's monitoring programs. Nothing like the threat Mr. Maxwell was spouting off about." She stood from her station. "Permission to leave the bridge, sir? There is the matter of an error in the security systems, likely due to Mr. Maxwell's tampering in the brig. Nothing serious, but I would like to get it sorted before we confront the pirates, sir."

"Of course, thank you Ensign."

Quatre just stared at the Russian woman as she left the bridge. "Sir! Commander! She's lying!"

Suddenly, Chang started swearing profusely in his own Chinese dialect. Quatre was unfamiliar with the words, but could understand the gist. Chang started to shout something else, still in an unintelligible dialect, then shook his head and swore again, this time in English. "Damn it! Sir, I just lost all data feeds from the WSKRS and the bow sensor array. We're running blind!"

The commander leapt to his feet. "Full stop!" He slammed a few buttons on his own console. "Captain to the bridge," he shouted into his communicator. "Security, apprehend Ensign Sokoloff and detain her immediately. Yuy, get that hacker onto the bridge now."

Quatre turned back to his own console. He didn't see what was happening on the rest of the bridge, being too focused on his own systems. Communications were going haywire. All satellite uplinks were down, as were traditional radio links, both short- and longwave. Not only were they running blind, but they were completely cut off from the rest of the world.

"Helm is not responding!" One of the helmsmen shouted in the chaos. "I can't slow us down or change our heading!"

"All communications are down," Quatre reported during a lull. "We're cut off."

"Navigation is down, sir, weapons too!"

Commander Merquise gestured to the long-haired man standing next to Darwin's pool. "Maxwell, can you fix this?"

Maxwell stared at him incredulously. "A few hours ago, yeah, but now? I don't have the faintest idea. It depends on how quickly the virus has spread. If it's fully rooted it could take days to untangle all the scrambled coding."

"We don't have days." Captain Khushrenada was calm as he stepped onto the bridge. "The pirate submarines were spotted less than six hundred miles from here, on a course that would take them to one of Australia's largest underwater nuclear fission reactors. We have to intercept them before they reach that reactor. I need my systems, Mr. Maxwell." The captain gestured to Sokoloff's station. "Please, do what you can. From what I know of your character, you are no more interested in the global disaster a meltdown would cause than we are."

Maxwell swallowed nervously, sat down at the officer's station and began to type.

Nanashi was mopping the deck in the port side launch bay when Ensign Sokoloff rushed into the room. She immediately turned and pulled the hatch shut, spinning the hand wheel to lock it behind her. Only then did she turn back to the airlocks and notice Nanashi with his mop. Her lip curled in a sneer.

"Keep cleaning, dagger, this is none of your business." She brushed past him and began to push buttons on the launch console.

Nanashi watched her for a moment and then turned back to the hatch. He spotted Lieutenant Heero Yuy outside. As soon as Yuy saw him, he began to gesture for Nanashi to undo the lock. The GELF moved toward the hatch.

"Don't move, dagger!" Sokoloff snapped suddenly. She pointed a gun at his head. "Step away from that hatch. Over there, towards the airlock."

Nanashi didn't move. He didn't particularly like guns. He looked back at Lieutenant Heero Yuy, who was mouthing 'stop her' and gesturing wildly as what appeared to be a team of security personnel started cutting through the lock. Nanashi looked back at Sokoloff. She appeared to be waiting for the airlock to open, probably trying to leave the ship. He made a decision, moving forward with a speed only possible due to genetic engineering. He grabbed Sokoloff's gun, reversed the grip, and hit her. She dropped immediately.

Calmly, Nanashi walked back over to the hatch and spun the handwheel to unlock it. Lieutenant Heero Yuy jumped out of the way as his men and women rushed the room, shutting down the launch sequence and restraining the unconscious Sokoloff. Nanashi smiled shyly at the officer. Surprisingly, the officer smiled back.

To Be Continued…