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Consciousness swam back slowly. Pan became aware of a blessed lack of pain, although the rain was still coming down like it had a personal vendetta against her. Even before she opened her eyes, she could tell there was something very different…the very air seemed changed. She pried her lids apart slowly, wincing as pain came now, in the form of a sharp piercing behind her eyes. She noticed that she was lying on grass again.

She simply continued to lay there for a few minutes, wondering what in the world had possibly happened. This felt a little bit like how she would imagine a hangover to feel…did those two morons spike the drinks or something? Surely not. They'd have their asses kicked so fast their heads would spin. Pan groaned. Deciding to try again, she was able to open her eyes fully this time without too much discomfort. She felt like dead weight, but decided to try sitting up as well. Raising herself up on her elbows, Pan noted that she couldn't hear any voices; no one was around her. And suddenly she realized the difference: she was no longer hearing the sounds of the city like she should be at Capsule Corp. No cars whizzing by, no horns honking, no hustle and bustle. And looking around, that wasn't too surprising considering that she seemed to be surrounded by woods.

What in the world? How did I get here? Where the heck is here?

Pan pulled herself to her feet slowly, feeling a little dizzy. She took better stock of her surroundings. The only sounds she heard were of wilderness and rain. The woods were lush and green, alive with animals. The sky looked even darker than it had before, meaning night was approaching now. Pan wondered exactly how far she was from her family, knowing it was probably far enough that she'd be in some trouble. She attempted to sense her family's energies, but was too weak. Realizing her throat was parched, Pan lifted her face to the sky to catch some rain in her mouth. This made her feel worlds better, surprisingly. She felt stronger already, her senses sharpened. Still, she decided not to try flying quite yet, and so began trekking through the woods.

Closing her eyes, she was able this time to quickly locate her dad's signature energy. It felt a little different from usual, although she couldn't put her finger on how exactly. If she knew him, he was probably worried; maybe that accounted for the difference. Whatever it was, she was surprised to discover just how close it felt. He wasn't far from her at all, less than a mile. She wasn't sure if this meant that she would be in less trouble or more, but headed toward him anyway since she didn't have much choice.

As Pan walked, she recognized just how familiar these woods were. Duh-it's our land. I'm at home. Pan still didn't know what to make of this. Had it all been a dream? Had she just fallen asleep in the woods surrounding their house and never even gone to Bulma's party? Remembering the form she'd seen in Capsule Corp.'s backyard, she shuddered. It had certainly seemed real.

What a trip.

Knowing exactly where she was now, the girl didn't feel any apprehension, so she hurried to get to her house. The rain wasn't letting up any, and she was getting a little tired of being drenched. Soon the tree line broke and her Grandma Chi Chi's house came into view, so she picked up her pace to a jog. She stopped short, however, when she noticed something a little odd. Her house wasn't there.

What?!

Pan rubbed her eyes roughly, reopening them to squint into the rain. No, she wasn't just imagining it-right there where her and her parents' house should have stood was nothing but open space. Well, she supposed it was a capsule house after all… But what reason could her parents possibly have for…capsulizing…their house? They never had before in her life. She shook her head. What a screwed up day! Pan turned back to her grandma's house, knowing she didn't have many options other than to just go in there. Her dad's energy was inside, too. So at least she knew her parents hadn't picked up and abandoned her.

Or at least one of them hasn't…where could mom be? She didn't sense her mother at all. She shrugged, letting out a frustrated huff. In the back of her mind, she registered the fact that going into her grandma's house like a drowned cat would have even worse consequences than going into Bulma's. But she charged on anyways, pausing only for a split second at the door.

What is so different? She didn't think about it more than that however, as she opened the door and walked straight through, just like she always had.

Inside her grandmother's house, Pan discovered all of the things she had been expecting; the heavenly aroma of a fresh cooked meal, the familiar furniture in the living room. She started to head for the kitchen where she could hear her grandma's voice, when one that was much closer stopped her.

"Who are you?" It was the voice of a child, a toddler even. Pan looked down to find a little boy, probably about three, standing in front of her, watching her with a curious expression on his face. Pan's jaw dropped.

"…Grandpa?" she asked uncertainly. It undoubtedly looked like her Grandpa Goku…except that he was somehow even younger than he had been before. She narrowed her eyes in annoyance. "What did you do this time, grandpa?!"

The little boy blinked and laughed a little. "Grandpa? That's silly, I'm no grandpa!" He folded his arms behind his head, leaning to the side as he laughed good-naturedly.

"Who are you talking to in there, Goten?" Pan heard her grandma's voice call from the kitchen. The little boy turned in response. Pan cocked her head to the side in confusion. She hadn't seen Goten anywhere.

"A girl, mommy!" the little boy cried back.

Pan suddenly felt very ill. Was this little boy her Uncle Goten? What had happened in the time she'd been unconscious?! Suddenly the two weren't the only ones in the room anymore. Chi Chi had rushed into the living room upon hearing the boy claim to be talking to a girl. She had honestly expected him to be making it up and she was going to tell him a thing or two about telling lies. "Son Goten, you-" she cut off abruptly as she saw, indeed, a young girl in her living room. She blinked, and then she screamed.

She grabbed Goten by the collar and threw him behind her. "Who are you? Why are you in my house?!" Chi Chi demanded, glaring at Pan with alarm.

Pan stood there dumbly, her mouth hanging open in shock. She wouldn't have been able to respond even if she had known what to say. Her grandmother, the woman that had been practically another overbearing parent her entire life, was standing there staring at her with absolutely no recognition. Pan began to get a very bad feeling about what was going on….

Since the girl didn't respond, Chi Chi decided to take action. She suddenly leaped into the air with a ferocious battle cry.

Whoa. Pan knew her grandma was attacking her, and not with a frying pan, but even with the circumstances being what they were-bizarre-she couldn't help but be a little awed by the woman's tenacity. Chi Chi pulled back her fist to strike. Pan saw it coming easily, so she simply sidestepped it. Chi Chi landed with a slightly shocked look on her face, struggling to regain her balance. She turned quickly to look at Pan with horror. The woman knew from that one failed attack that this girl was not to be taken lightly; she was obviously well-trained if she could dodge one of her attacks! So Chi Chi yelled again.

"Gohaaaaaan!"

Pan grimaced and took an involuntary step back. This is just great-I can take grandma easy, but dad? If he attacks me too I've got no chance!

Chi Chi looked suddenly smug. "You should run while you have the opportunity, little girl! My son is the strongest person on this planet! You have no hope of defeating him!"

What the hell?!

The half-Saiyan burst through the door from the kitchen, his power level already climbing, his fists clenched tightly. He looked wildly between his mother and the strange girl in his living room.

"What's going on?" he asked his mother tensely, eyeing the strange girl with a surprised look on his face.

Oh this is just too much. Pan groaned out loud at the scene before her. Judging by his height, her 'dad' looked to be about her age, only slightly taller than she was. His face was young, his hair longer and wilder than she was used to, and even his eyes were different. As she stared at him in shock, his features began to soften. He stood upright, abandoning his defensive stance.

"Gohan, this strange girl just barged into our house! Do something!" Chi Chi shrieked as Pan, Gohan, and Goten all winced. "She dodged my punch like it was nothing-she's no innocent girl, she's been trained!"

"Calm down, mom, it's okay," Gohan responded quietly, his eyes still on Pan.

"Don't you dare tell me-!"

Gohan cut his mother off abruptly by taking a step closer to Pan, to which she quickly responded by taking another step back. He could tell by her energy that she had no ill intent. She looked terrified and confused, and she was saturated with rainwater. She looked quite helpless, really. The teen boy smiled tentatively. "My name's Gohan. Are you alright? Do you need help?"

Pan swallowed noisily. She was still dripping water onto the carpet, but her mind no longer registered the fact that she was soaking wet. She was starting to feel very lightheaded. She wondered if the storm outside was actually dying down or if it was being drowned out by the sudden rushing in her ears.

Gohan took another step toward the girl as lightning flashed. Chi Chi was watching her cautiously, while Goten looked back and forth between the three older people with curiosity. Pan backed up again, this time not stopping until she hit the door. "Can you tell me your name?" Gohan continued in a gentle voice. "It's alright, you're safe here."

Pan had the thought that he sounded like he was talking to a wild animal-that's probably how I look right about now. The edges of her vision seemed to be turning black.

"What in the world are you doing, son?" Chi Chi was shrieking in astonishment. Gohan interrupted before she could continue, still not taking his eyes off of the stranger in their house.

"Mother, it's just a girl."

Pan clenched her jaw as she leaned back against the door for support, her eyes narrowing. She barely had the time to feel indignant before darkness clouded her vision, taking her under completely.

In the "Present"

The group gathered on the Lookout was a haggard one. It had been four days since Pan had vanished. They had searched what felt like every nook and cranny on the planet, hardly sleeping. Videl looked around at all of the people surrounding her, all of her loved ones and friends. She realized how grateful she was for every one of them: Vegeta and Bulma, Trunks and Bra, Krillin and Eighteen along with Marron, and of course her own father, mother-in-law, and brother-in-law. Even Uub had come. She tuned back in to her husband's voice.

"What do you think this could mean, Kibito Kai?" Videl studied her husband's face. It was amazing that he didn't even look exhausted, unlike most of the rest of them. She supposed he was too focused to feel his body's limitations. "King Yemma already told us through Dende that Pan hasn't checked in with him, so she's still alive." Videl felt a small bit of relief upon hearing those words again; but just like the first time, her heart quickly squeezed in fear as she realized that it meant her daughter's location was completely unknown. Who knows what could be happening to her right now. Is she hurt, is she scared, is she cold or- Videl stopped that train of thought quickly. She refused dwell on what she didn't know; she'd only drive herself mad. And she couldn't let Pan come home to a broken mother—because she was certain that Pan would be brought back to her. She had faith in Gohan: he would bring their daughter home, safely back to her mother's arms.

Kibito Kai sighed, his hands held behind his back. He had come as soon as Gohan asked. He owed it to the Saiyan, to all of them. "There are only two possibilities that I can see here. The first would be some form of Instantaneous Movement, such as my technique. The other is that Pan was taken to an alternate plane—meaning time travel." The long-haired Kai paused as the group reacted to this news, some gasping, some fainting (Chi Chi), others gritting their teeth (Saiyans). He continued quickly, a slightly perplexed look on his face, "But even though it is possible that she may be in another dimension on this plane, by someone using Instantaneous Movement, it's looking less and less likely. Every Kai has been watching and listening, feeling for Pan's energy for the past four days…and there's been not a single sign of her anywhere. I hate to tell you this Gohan…but if she was here and still alive, we would have surely found her by now." He expected the distraught reactions this time. Gohan only nodded once, his expression unchanged.

"So time travel then," the oldest half-Saiyan said under his breath.

"That's no obstacle for us, is it?" Chi Chi had woken up and was currently rounding on Bulma. "Well?! You can just make a time machine or something, right?" Gohan's mother began to look excited.

The blue-haired scientist looked away, a forlorn expression on her face as she walked toward the edge of the Lookout, looking at nothing. "It's not that simple Chi Chi," she stated softly. "We have no idea where in time Pan has gone. We don't even know if it's the past or the future! Besides, her being in a plane that she doesn't belong in will have created an alternate timeline altogether, just like ours changed when Trunks came back."

Chi Chi looked crestfallen. "So that's it? We aren't even going to try?" Tears rolled down her face freely. The entire group looked grim.

Bulma looked up quickly, determination now all over her face. "Of course we'll try! I created a time travel device once before didn't I? I'll do it again, and we'll search all day every day until we find her!"

"That's right!" Trunks agreed, clapping a downcast Goten on the back. "We can do this!"

"But we can't forget that Pan didn't just skip off into the unknown of her free will; someone took her. We have an enemy here," Goten sounded bitter, almost angry as he reminded everyone of this small fact. "What if…" he closed his eyes tightly, "what if we do find her and it's too late?"

Vegeta scoffed, arms crossed over his chest as he stood close to his own daughter. "No one's forgotten that Goten. But we should also remember that this is Kakarott's granddaughter we're talking about. Whatever this being wants, Pan won't give up easily; she's a Saiyan." Even though he'd addressed the younger Son brother with his statement, his eyes were on Gohan.

Gohan, arms crossed over his chest, hadn't really paid a lot of attention to this conversation until Goten started talking. He was calculating the amount of time it would take for them to create a device that could travel through time, and trying to figure out who this mysterious enemy could be. He met Vegeta's eyes though, and nodded tersely, a small gesture of gratitude.

Bulma and Trunks told Gohan to meet them at Capsule Corp. the next day so that they could begin making a time-travel device. Gohan could already hear them talking, making plans as Trunks lifted his mother to carry her back home. He looked around slowly at the others. Marron had walked over to Goten and seemed to be attempting to console him, although he looked quite angry and didn't seem very receptive to comfort. Bra also looked surprisingly angry as she flew away with her father. Videl stood next to his mother, looking at him, neither woman saying anything, just holding hands. He watched as Eighteen walked up to the other two women. Hercule approached Goten also, putting an arm around his shoulders in comfort.

"Anything we can do to help, buddy?" Krillin had walked up, his face as serious as Gohan had ever seen it. Yamcha and Uub stood behind him, silently asking the same question. The Saiyan let out a deep breath, slowly.

He shook his head a little. "I don't know, Krillin. Just…thanks for being here."

"Hey, you never have to ask."

Gohan nodded his thanks again.

"Keep us posted."Yamcha patted him on the back before he and Uub took to the sky in opposite directions.

Gohan turned his sight to the cluster of people left on the Lookout. "Goten." The half-Saiyan looked up at the sound of his older brother's voice. Gohan could tell he'd been crying, though he still looked angry. "It'll be okay, bro." After a moment of gazing at his brother, Goten nodded and his shoulders relaxed slightly. Gohan turned to glance at his wife. She nodded seemingly in response, and then he too took to the air.

Krillin watched his friend flying away, a little shocked for a second that Gohan wasn't a little kid anymore. Even though his best friend's son was nearly forty, it still seemed like just yesterday he had been fighting what seemed to be countless battles at the boy's side. Man I'm getting old. He looked to the sky in frustration. Your family needs you, Goku—we all do. Where are you?

Gohan flew with an abandon he hadn't displayed in a while. He was immensely relieved to learn that his daughter was still alive, at least on this plane. And even though he couldn't have said how, he felt certain that she really was still alive, wherever she was. He just knew that he would feel it in his heart if his child's life ended. But all of this was still only small comfort in the face of the daunting task ahead of them. It would be no small feat.

As he flew, Gohan thought more about Goten's comment regarding the "enemy". He had never once stopped thinking about this person of course, his anger growing by the minute. But what Goten had just said struck him. Whatever had taken his daughter was no ordinary being; he had managed to sneak in and out under the nose of at least three well-trained Saiyans, the best warriors in the galaxy as far as he was aware, without being detected even once-which meant that there was every possibility that this was a formidable enemy, maybe even a real threat. And Gohan would be damned if he found his daughter only to be defeated by her abductor.

He growled in midair as he clenched his fists tighter, his nails drawing blood that he didn't even notice.

He knew what he had to do.

Back in the "Past"

Pan moaned. She knew even before she was fully conscious that she didn't want to be fully conscious. She couldn't remember what exactly it was that she didn't want to face, she only knew that she really did not want to.

Maybe it was just a dream. She opened her eyes slowly-to find herself staring into another pair of eyes. "Gah!" Gasping audibly, Pan scrambled back.

"She's awake!"

Oh, yeah.

The miniature version of Goten was screaming excitedly, jumping up and down. Pan watched him warily. He turned to his mother as Chi Chi rushed into the room, a cautious look upon her face. She obviously didn't trust Pan yet. The young girl quickly sat straight up in bed, realizing that the room they were in was in fact her father's old room, although it looked quite a bit different. Goten continued singing, "She's awake, she's awake" as he bounced around the room. Chi Chi opened her mouth to address Pan, but Goten spoke again before she had the chance.

The energetic boy paused to ask Pan excitedly, "What's your name?" Goten was entirely too happy in Pan's opinion. She wasn't really surprised by this. She looked at her grandma, trying to think quickly.

What should I do? Do I tell them who I am? Would they even believe me?

"Hey!" Goten grabbed her attention once again-as he leaned in until he was about two inches from her face, "don't you have a name?"

Pan sighed in exasperation as she hastily leaned back, "Of course I have a name." Goten's high voice was starting to fray her nerves a little. "It's Son Pan," she stated quickly, before her young uncle had a chance to ask again. The kid had actually opened his mouth and everything. Talk about impatience. Chi Chi stilled, and her younger son cocked his head to one side as he leaned back, their brows suddenly furrowed with confusion. Pan was about to mirror their expressions when she realized that she had just unthinkingly told them her last name, which was of course the same as their own.

Pan winced. So much for remaining incognito. She nearly smacked her forehead in annoyance. But maybe this would work out better. If they didn't know who she was, they wouldn't very well be able to help her get back home. Besides, it had rendered Goten speechless. Yep, totally worth it.

Chi Chi and Goten were both opening their mouths to respond to this alarming statement when the former's firstborn walked into the room. "Oh, good you're awake." He smiled at Pan. "How are you feeling?"

Even though she had seen him before, observing her father at her own age was still the biggest jolt, and once again it was Pan that was left speechless. She stared at Gohan for a long moment, studying him more carefully now that the initial shock of being in the past was beginning to wear off. (Time travel was by no means unheard of in her circle.) Her teenage father was smiling at her pleasantly, eyebrows raised expectantly. Pan saw, in a distant sort of way, that he was cute, with just a touch of baby fat still on his cheeks, his strong lean build, and messy dark hair. But what struck her the most while observing him was not so physically obvious. He was different from the father she knew. He looked, somehow simultaneously, both more innocent and more hardened. She saw things in his eyes that she had never seen in them before; she wondered what they meant. It was a little difficult to even reconcile the two as one person; they seemed that dissimilar. Blinking, Pan realized that Gohan's expression had changed while she was scrutinizing him. He now looked surprised.

She tuned back in to catch the gist of what Chi Chi had told her son; Pan's name. Gohan's face now looked a bit more apprehensive. He was silent for a few moments as he took the time to study the teen girl before him, noting the dark hair and eyes, the skin as light as his own. She raised her chin slightly. It was weird for those eyes that (in her mind) knew her so well to be studying her like an unknown creature. She felt a pang for home, for the dad whose eyes lit up when he saw her.

"You're last name is Son?" he finally asked. The female teen only nodded in response. "So…you're a relative." It was more of a statement than a question.

Pan bit her lip. She jumped up from the bed, suddenly unable to stay still. She paced the small room a few times, averting her eyes. "Yes," she confirmed hesitantly. She saw her father's young self nod slowly, following her movements closely. Abruptly, Pan stopped pacing. She had remembered something from earlier, before she had…ugh…passed out.

Crossing her arms over her chest, Pan turned sharply to Gohan, her eyes narrowed in accusation. "And how dare you?! 'Just a girl'! I can't believe you would say something like that!" Gohan appeared to be speechless following this sudden outburst. Pan scowled and resumed pacing.

Gohan regained some composure then, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. It's not that I don't think girls are…uh…" he trailed off uncertainly. He scratched the back of his head, seeming unsure of what to do next.

"Forget it," Pan sighed. She dropped her arms to her sides, noticing for the first time that the clothes she wore were not her own. She instead wore a long light gray tee shirt, more of a short nightgown or dress than a shirt. Thankfully she also had some sweats on underneath. Realizing that her grandmother had probably changed her, she wondered if she should be embarrassed. This woman didn't know her after all. Oh well. She took a deep breath, facing the trio once more. They waited anxiously for an explanation as to how she was related to them. Just rip off the Band-Aid.

"Okay. Okay." The girl fidgeted with the shirt as the Sons watched her curiously. She swallowed, not even sure why this made her feel so nervous. "Alright so here's the deal: I'm from the future." There, not so bad.

And Gohan was suddenly back in warrior mode, body tense, brow furrowed, fists clenched at his sides. "Okay," he spoke in calm but tight manner, his face grim. "So there's trouble, then?" Chi Chi had gasped at Pan's declaration, and was starting to look dangerously close to hitting the floor. Pan eyed her warily as she responded.

"Oh no, nothing like that!" she hastily assured Gohan. They all looked confused again, although surprised as well. Pan shook her head. "Look, I'm as confused as you guys. I was going about my business as usual, and then I just woke up out in the woods, in the past!" She shook her head again, still having trouble believing it, even with all the evidence before her. "I'm not here to warn you of any future attacks or anything like that."

Another awkward confusion-filled silence followed this, which no one seemed inclined to break. Chi Chi sat down heavily on the bed Pan had vacated minutes before. She sighed.

"Alright," the woman sounded resolute. She looked at her (as of yet unbeknownst to her) granddaughter. "So who are you then, Pan, and just how far in the future are you from?"

Pan's stomach sank. She knew this part would come. Naturally it would. But maybe they didn't need to know exactly who she was. She chewed on her thumbnail nervously, avoiding their gazes once again. How do you even say something like this to someone? Pan couldn't answer her own question. Maybe she could just sidestep that identity thing….

"Well," she began, looking around at all of them. Her eyes landed on little Goten, focusing on his face. "How old are you, Goten?" The little boy's eyes widened in delight. He had been shockingly quiet for the past several minutes.

"How do you know my name?" he cried, a huge grin on his face.

"Well I know you," Pan paused to glance up at the other two before returning her gaze to her toddler of an uncle, "all of you, where I come from. Where I live, you're a grown-up." She wasn't sure how much he would understand, but if she knew Goten, he wouldn't dwell on it long. Sure enough, the boy frowned for a moment as he considered this before putting on his huge grin once more.

"Oh okay," he replied. "I'm four!" His grin widened proudly.

Pan's head swam for a millisecond, but she held onto consciousness this time. It wasn't really a surprise; that was the age he looked after all. But it was still a little shocking to hear out loud. She nodded quickly. "Well then that means I'm from about 25 years in the future," she responded firmly as she looked at Chi Chi. The older woman blinked several times, her mouth opening and closing comically. Pan almost laughed. Gohan's reaction wasn't quite as humorous; his eyes simply widened.

How much awkward silence can there be in one day? Isn't there like a maximum allowance!?

"Wow, you're old!" Goten stated brightly. Pan did laugh then, nearly uncontrollably, bending over at the waist to hold her stomach as she laughed about the whole messed up situation. Goten quickly joined in, even though he had no idea what was so funny. Gohan had recovered enough to mumble, "That is a long time," while the boys' mother only continued to stare. Pan knew it was ridiculous to be laughing like a lunatic right now. The toddler's comment wasn't even that funny. It must have been the stress; she hoped she wasn't going insane, but she just couldn't seem to stop.

Suddenly Chi Chi interjected, "But who are you?!" Pan stopped laughing immediately, although the toddler continued to roll on the floor for a minute before realizing that no one else was amused any longer.

"I'm not sure I should tell you," Pan replied as she squared her shoulders bravely. Chi Chi jumped up.

"Excuse me! You will not be staying in this home unless I know who you are, young lady!" Chi Chi looked dangerously affronted-a scary situation for any person to be involved in.

The Saiyan girl's stomach rolled again. Ugh…why does she have to be so bossy? She'll never give up….

"Ahhh…" Pan chuckled as her hand went to the back of her head nervously. "Okay then, I guess." Turning her head away and closing her eyes, she pointed at teenage Gohan. "He, uhh…"

Just spit it out!

"...He's my dad. Hehe." She felt her cheeks heating up, although this was an absurd time for it. The room was silent. Pan wished she knew what the others were thinking. She could only pray they didn't call her crazy and toss her back into that storm. After still hearing no reaction for several seconds, Pan peeked at her father. The poor boy looked like he would be the one passing out next if his blank expression was any indicator. Chi Chi's eyes were as round as her best dinner plates as she whipped her head back and forth between her teen son and the strange teen girl; Goten had lost interest and wandered off to play.

Pan scratched her arm uncomfortably. "…Um…" She was saved from having to break yet another awkward silence by her grandmother. Chi Chi jumped up hastily.

"You mean I'm a grandmother!?"

Pan and Gohan gaped at her. Chi Chi's eyes were dewy and seemed to be staring at heaven itself in the distance, her hands clasped in front of her face as she giggled like a teenage girl.

Pan didn't even have the chance to confirm it before her grandmother was upon her, surely cracking her ribs with a hug so fierce. Pan gasped out a small laugh. She supposed there were worse reactions.

Meeting her young father's unreadable eyes over Chi Chi's shoulder, Pan was sure there were.

A/N: Well there's chapter 3 in my little dbz world. This one is a bit longer, but still not quite as long as I'd like my chapters to be I think. I've had some new ideas pop into my head, and I'm now trying to figure out exactly where I want the story to go. Thank you once again to all those that have reviewed, you make my day. Keep them coming please, along with any suggestions!