Disclaimer: I do not own OUAT or Maleficent.
A/N: What were your thoughts on season 4 in general?
Honestly, I HATED Rumple this season! Like seriously! Compared to the Rumple in the season 3A finale, he's such a jerk. Poor Belle doesn't deserve that. :( I kinda fell asleep whenever the Snow Queen was on screen up until her final moments. :P I did enjoy Elsa and Anna, however. I just hope that the villain arc for the second part of season 4 will be better, especially with Maleficent returning! But no one can ever match up to Pan's epicness. :) I petition that they bring him back haha. Or give him his own show? Ok, rant over.
Past
"Come on, Andy. Wake up," she heard a distant voice plead. She vaguely felt her body being shaken. Her eyes were still closed as her mind struggled to return to reality.
"Andy, come on," the voice said again, louder and clear this time.
She wanted to tell the person that she was trying her best to open her eyes, but they wouldn't allow her. Maybe it was better to stay sleeping. It was better to pretend like this whole thing was only a dream.
"Wake up!" the voice demanded, slapping her firmly across the face. Her eyes shot open in shock at the abrupt sting of the person's hand.
"Ow!" she complained, cradling her freshly slapped cheek. "What the hell was that for?"
"Good, you're awake," Baelfire smiled at her.
She sat her body up against a log nearby her head. She groaned as the magnitude of her soreness kicked in.
"What happened?" she asked, rubbing her head.
"I don't know. I just saw you passed out on the ground, all alone," Baelfire reported, sympathetically.
"I wonder why," Andy reflected, trying to remember what had happened. She was training with Felix at one moment, exhausted. Then, the next moment was still murky to her. She couldn't remember. Maybe she had passed out from all the physical strain?
"I'm Baelfire by the way, if you couldn't remember," he said.
"Of course I remember you. You tried to save me."
"And then you tried to save me," he smiled as Andy shook her head. "Why did you try to save me? Other than returning the favor of me trying to save you."
"I don't know. I guess I thought you didn't deserve whatever fate Pan had in store for you," Andy shrugged.
"Pan wouldn't kill me; I'm apparently too valuable to lose, whatever that means," Baelfire said. "He certainly wouldn't kill you after what we all witnessed."
"What happened? My memories are still kinda scattered."
"The Dreamshade that Pan used against you, your body sorta just rejected it, I guess," Baelfire recalled. "One moment, it was travelling into your bloodstream. The next, it was travelling straight out. It was like some weird magic."
"I don't know how that's possible. I don't have any magic; I've never even witnessed any," Andy said truthfully.
Baelfire shrugged. "I don't know. Pan is certainly interested in you, by the looks of it. But Andy, you can't let him win," Baelfire pleaded.
"What do you mean? Win what? What are you talking about?"
"This game, whatever he's playing. You can't let him get to you and turn you into a Lost Girl. The moment you forget who you are, is the moment that you let Pan win. You and I, we understand each other. You and I both know that we can't trust Pan. You have to promise me that you and I are not gonna let him win," Baelfire said, urgency flooding his eyes.
Andy took a moment to process the situation. She didn't understand why Pan wanted her in the first place. He didn't have to save her. Perhaps things would be a lot simpler if he had never found her in the Flood Gate. Baelfire took her silence as tentativeness and took the opportunity to elaborate upon the idea he proposed.
"I know that Pan saved you, but Andy, is your situation any better?"
"No," she scoffed bitterly. "He made it very clear to me that I'm dirt to him, a piece of property."
"Exactly! That's not the person you can trust. He's gonna use you, Andy, and then when he's finished with you, he'll do what he does to all the other toys he gets bored of playing with."
"What's that?" Andy asked, dread brewing within her.
"He'll get rid of you," Baelfire answered in a grave voice.
Silence hung thickly in the air.
"How are we gonna stop him from winning?" Andy asked, a pit forming in her stomach.
"You already know how."
Andy tilted her head, confused.
"You saw me stand up to him. We need to fight. If not physically, then in any other way possible. Would you rather die knowing who you are? Or would you rather die as a puppet?"
"I'm gonna choose myself."
"Right."
"So we need to kill Pan?" Andy asked.
Baelfire's eyes widened. "Ssshhh! Not so loud!"
"Sorry!" she whispered back, hands up in defense. "Well, that's the only way to beat him isn't it?"
"No, that's exactly what Pan would want us to do. He wants us to have that bloodlust. To kill another is to lose who you are in the process."
"Meaning that we'd both become exactly like the Lost Boys," Andy sighed. "So, killing him is out of the question."
"Mhm," Baelfire nodded. "Besides, he's too strong."
"Well, what does Pan hate the most?"
"Losing."
"So, how do we make it seem like he's losing?" Andy elaborated.
Baelfire sat in silence, deep in thought. "He only feels like he's losing when he feels threatened."
"So, what does that mean?"
"He doesn't like it when things don't go according to plan."
"So, you really believe that by defying his wishes, we'll be able to beat him? I'm sorry, but that doesn't seem plausible. It seems like Pan is always one step ahead," Andy sighed. "What if the only way out is literally the only way out?"
Baelfire cocked his head. "What do you mean?"
"It means that we have to find some way out of Neverland," Andy said.
"We can figure that out."
"So, how do you get out of Neverland?"
"With his permission."
"How do you think we're going to get his permission by rebelling against him?"
"Eventually, we'll make it look like we're on his side, earn his trust and then strike while his back is turned," Baelfire explained. "It would be too obvious if he were to win us over quickly."
"Isn't that fighting dirty?" she asked, eyebrows furrowing.
"We can't survive in Neverland if we play by the rules. We have to play the game like Pan in order to beat him."
"Ok. Fine. We have to keep this a secret though. Like you said, we can't trust Pan, meaning we can't trust anyone who's loyal to him."
"You're right. We need like a secret code name," Baelfire pondered, scratching his chin deep in thought. A tug pulled at the corner of his mouth. "I've got it."
Andy looked at him to continue.
"Operation Tiger."
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The loud sound of a horn filled the air of the compound, demanding the presence of its rowdy inhabitants in the center of the camp. Lost Boys entered the stage, yelping and chanting, frenzied with the thought of the upcoming spectacle.
Andy walked into the camp cautiously, eyeing the chaos with curiosity. Baelfire walked in beside her and gave her a look that said that the commotion wouldn't ease her worries.
Pan stood on top of a tower of crates, holding a pearlescent conch shell, waiting for the show to begin. Felix and Rufio stood below him, both leaning against the tower casually and protectively. The Lost Boys crowded and shoved about, trying to get a front row seat. Andy and Baelfire stood nervously in the back.
"Welcome, Lost Boys!" Pan announced. The Lost Boys cheered wildly. "Today marks a very special day in the existence of Neverland." All eyes were glued to the charismatic leader. "Today, we formally welcome our very first and only ever Lost Girl, Andy Lux."
Pan's green eyes bored into Andy's deep brown ones like he was reaching into her soul and playing her like a puppet on strings. She gulped nervously as he eyed her intensely, hungrily. The Lost Boys cheered even louder than before, entranced by their leader's words.
"But before she can become an official Lost Girl, she needs to complete the transformation. As a Neverland tradition, we mark our new comrades' arrival with something special - a game."
Andy stared at Pan with wide eyes. She turned to Baelfire for help, but he gave her a sympathetic shrug.
"The first round tests the strength of our new Lost Girl's imagination. Anything is possible in Neverland, but can Andy Lux believe in Neverland?" Pan questioned. He hopped down from the tower of crates, slowly advancing towards Andy with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
"Believe in Neverland?" Andy questioned. "What do you mean?"
"Exactly as it sounds," Pan waved off. He ran his index finger down her jawline, propping her chin up so she would meet his eyes. From his pocket, he removed a vial of barren, grey dust. He held it in front of her. "You see this? This is pixie dust. Make it work."
He placed the vial of the dull dust in the palm of her hand. Andy furrowed her eyebrows.
"I don't understand..."
"You heard me: make it work," he said, enunciating each word as if he were talking to a toddler. "That's the first round. You make the pixie dust work to prove that your imagination is strong enough to help you survive in Neverland."
"But I don't know how; I've never used or seen pixie dust in my life!" Andy protested.
"Well that's the fun of the game, isn't it? The uncertainty, the adrenaline of the unknown," Pan grinned, circling around her.
Baelfire glared at Pan's proximity to Andy. He didn't like that hungry look in his eyes. He didn't like the way he eyed her, like she was a piece of flesh.
Andy looked over to Baelfire in search of support, but he merely pursed his lips, at a loss for words.
"So, I make the pixie dust work," Andy repeated. "What happens if I can't?"
Pan clicked his tongue in disapproval. "If you can't believe, then we have to bring out that cute little imagination hiding inside of you with some other way."
"And how will you do that?"
"A party."
She scoffed. "Are you serious?" Andy shot him a deadpanned look. "You think you can force the imagination out of me with some party?"
"Oh but it's not just any party, you see," Pan explained, amused. "It's a Lost Boy party."
"A bunch of boys jumping stupidly around a fire, I don't get it," Andy sneered.
"You'll get it soon enough," Pan glared at her. Andy swallowed nervously.
"What about the other end of the bargain? What happens if I do get it to work?" Andy challenged.
"Then the imagination inside of you won't need the comfort of the Lost Boys to manifest itself; you won't have to live in the compound."
Andy's eyes widened at the offer. She wanted to be as far away from Pan as possible. She wanted to have some sort of safe haven during her time in Neverland. This was the perfect opportunity.
"So you're saying, if I lose, I have to attend this Lost Boy party?"
"Correct."
"But if I win, then I can live anywhere on the island?"
"Correct."
"Deal then. I'm ready," Andy declared, determination burning her eyes.
Pan smirked at this. "There's that fire I like. You have exactly 24 hours to make it work. Good luck," he whispered the last part in her ear.
With those concluding words, Pan's presence disappeared as did the other Lost Boys. Andy was alone in the middle of the Dark Jungle with a small vial of useless pixie dust as her only defense.
She sighed, assessing the situation.
How do I make this work?
She sat on a nearby tree stump and stared at the bleak dust, holding the vial up towards the small rays of sunshine peeking through the thick canopy.
I have to believe in Neverland, whatever that means...
I really wish Baelfire were here with me, but I have to do this part alone. I have to prove to Pan, Felix, Rufio, and all of those other Lost Boys that I'm not just some pathetic little girl that Pan took mercy on.
Andy stared hard at the pixie dust, but nothing happened. She tried this for ten more minutes before frustration kicked in. Next, she tried to close her eyes to concentrate all of her energy on animating the dust, but still, nothing happened.
Andy groaned tersely.
I don't understand! Why couldn't Pan have made me do a hundred pushups instead? This is impossible!
"You look troubled," a voice commented.
Andy jumped up from the stump she was sitting on and immediately braced herself for a fight.
"Who the hell are you? What do you- Wait a minute. You're a woman," Andy said. She stared at the woman with her blonde hair in a messy bun. She was dressed in tattered, ripped clothing. However, despite all her ruggedness, there was a certain charm to her.
"I'm Tinkerbelle," the blonde woman responded, slowly approaching Andy, who was still suspicious.
"That's a strange name," Andy commented.
"It's not a common name, but I'm not the common fairy so..." she trailed off.
"What did you say you were? A fairy?" Andy questioned. Her heart jumped at the thought. This was too easy!
"Yes, well..."
"So, you have magic! You can help me!" Andy exclaimed.
"Not exactly..." Tink frowned.
"Why not? You're a fairy! You have magic and a wand and wings..." Andy trailed off, speechless when she noticed that the fairy did not bear bright wings. The smile fell of Andy's face, embarrassed at her ignorance. "Tinkerbelle, I am so sorr-"
"No. I don't want to hear it," she snapped. A thin frown upon her muddy face. "I don't need your sympathy." She began to walk away from Andy.
"I just didn't know," Andy said quietly. "Wait! Where are you going?"
"Back to my dark hole of despair," she spat, venom in her clear voice.
"Wait. Please don't go, Tinkerbelle. I didn't mean to offend you! It's just that I'm desperate. Pan gave me this task and if I don't complete it, I'll be one step closer to becoming a Lost Girl, which I really don't want to do," Andy explained.
Tinkerbelle stopped in her tracks, and Andy almost rammed straight into her. She stayed silent before turning to face Andy.
"Did you just say 'Lost Girl?'" Tinkerbelle questioned.
Andy nodded. "I did."
Tinkerbelle merely scoffed and shook her head in disbelief. "That's not possible. Pan doesn't accept girls. He only wants Lost Boys." She began to walk away again.
"No! I'm telling the truth. Please, just listen to me," Andy pleaded, desperate. "Why would I lie about something like that?"
Tinkerbelle stared at her, silently agreeing to her reasoning. She sighed and nodded her head, prompting Andy to continue.
"My name is Andrea Lux. I used be Lilliana of Hamelin until one day I decided to leave. That night, I met a pirate named Morgan Kidd," Andy revealed. She didn't know why she was revealing her life story to someone she had just met, but she was desperate. She needed any route possible to escape from Neverland with Baelfire. "He promised to take care of me and to show me the world. I woke up later that evening to find that he had disappeared and left without me. Moments later, I was attacked by another group of pirates, left for dead, bleeding in the streets until Pan showed up and saved me." She paused to muster up the strength to complete her thoughts. "He gave me a second chance. I know I shouldn't be complaining about a second chance at life, but if I complete the transition into a Lost Girl, it wouldn't be a life worth living - one as a mindless being. Please, Tinkerbelle, you need to help me. I don't want to live the rest of my days as someone I'm not. I want to die being myself."
Tinkerbelle simply stared at her. Andy couldn't read her blue eyes, but she could tell that there was a hardness to them. It was if she was forcing herself to remain indifferent and stoic. Andy could sense a sadness to them.
The fallen fairy released a sigh. "Call me Tink," she said simply.
"Thank you Tink! Thank you-"
"Save the words of gratitude. You can thank me once you're off Neverland," she waved off, walking away.
"What if you came with me? Well, Baelfire and I?" Andy offered.
Tink stopped in her tracks, ears perking up.
"Go with you?" Tink questioned. "Where?"
"Home."
Present
"What are these?" Emma asked, running her fingers along the cold stone wall. She inspected the dusty material on her fingertips. "Chalk?"
"They look like tally marks," Mary Margaret noted, observing them.
"They are," Andy said. The entire group turned and looked at her, eager for a new clue. "Sorry to disappoint, but they are exactly what they appear to be - tally marks."
"What would preteen Baelfire be counting?" Regina questioned.
"When we lived in this cave together, we had dreams of escaping the island," Andy sighed. "We counted the days we spent in Neverland so that by the time we did leave, we would know how long we had been on the island."
"Look," Mary Margaret said. She pointed to a corner on the wall where the tally marks were incomplete. "They end right here."
"So that's when Neal escaped," David concluded.
"Not exactly," Andy muttered. She lowered her eyes. "That's when we just stopped counting. It was pointless." She looked up, and Emma met her with empathetic eyes.
"When I was in the foster system, I used to keep track too," Emma shared in a small voice. Andy listened intently. Regina guiltily lowered her eyes. "I'd never finish counting too because I thought it was pointless after a while."
Emma ran her hand across the rugged stone wall once more, eyes distant and sad.
"Now, I'm afraid that Henry is feeling the same way too," she confessed. "We need to get him out of there."
"Hey, don't worry. We're gonna get him out of there," David comforted.
"Yeah, I know that. We know that. Henry? He doesn't know that," Emma sighed, frustrated, running her hands through her long blonde hair.
"So you want to send him a message?" Regina asked. "Sorry. But I'm out of stamps for the Neverland post office."
"We need to be clever about this," Emma said. "We just need to send a simple sign to let Henry know we're here. I just want to see my son."
"How? If you want to see him, he's in Pan's compound. I can get you in, but may I remind you of what happens if you enter Pan's compound without an exit plan?" Andy reminded.
"I know. I know. Trust me, Tinkerbelle," Emma struggled to say her name, "already told us that she could get us in as well, but getting out isn't guaranteed. If we can't get to him physically, maybe we could just send a message.
"I mean, I could be the messenger," Andy offered. All eyes turned towards her. "I can let Henry know whatever you want him to."
"Would you do it for us? Thanks Andy," Emma smiled. "It means a lot."
"Yeah. No problem."
She looked over to Regina who eyed her with a suspicious stare.
"Is there a problem?" Andy asked, noticing the Evil Queen's cold demeanor towards her.
"I'm just not sure if I can trust you yet. After all, you are an assassin," Regina spat.
Andy narrowed her eyes at Regina. "That may be true, but at least killing was in my job description. I couldn't say the same for you, your highness." She gave a mock curtsy, evoking an angry glare from the Evil Queen.
"Alright ladies, let's simmer down a bit," Hook said, stepping in between the two. "Lady Lux has already proven to us on several occasions that we can trust her."
"Really? Name one," Regina dared with a bittersweet smile.
"Well, she did, after all, bring us to this cave," Hook pointed out.
"Woopdie doo," Regina rolled her eyes. "She tried to kill us and blew up your ship, Hook. Who's to say that she won't try and poison us while we're not looking?"
"May I remind you that poisoning food is your specialty, Regina?" Mary Margaret pointed out. A small gleam of guilt flashed across the Evil Queen's hardened eyes.
"Whatever, that was in the past," she waved off, avoiding eye contact with anyone at the moment.
"Exactly. And the fact that I tried to kill you is in the past as well. Can we move on?" Andy demanded, frustrated with the Evil Queen's resistance.
"Fine," Regina frowned. "But I still don't trust you, Assassin."
"That's fine by me because I still don't trust you, your highness," Andy returned with a forced smile. "Now that we're passed that unnecessary bump in the road, what do you want me to tell Henry?"
"Actually, instead of just hearing relayed messages via Lost Girl, why not see him?" Regina suggested. She pulled a small pocket mirror out of her bright blue blazer and snapped it in half. She put one half back in her pocket and grudgingly placed the other in the palm of Andy's hand. She waved her hand over the mirror, making it glow a purple aura before reverting back to normalcy. "I've enchanted it so that we can actually both hear and see Henry. Give this half to him."
"I will," Andy nodded, standing up from the crate she was sitting on. She slipped the mirror into the pocket of her pants.
"Just don't be stupid and get caught by Pan," Regina warned in a stern tone.
"Don't worry. Being stupid wasn't a part of the job description," she joked, giving a small salute as she made her way out the cave. Once she reached the exit, she was stopped.
"Love, wait up," Hook called, jogging to catch up with her.
"Yes Hook? What is it?" she asked, curious brown eyes melting into a sea of burning blues.
His breath caught in his throat. He had never noticed how beautiful her eyes were before, so warm and comforting. There was no longer a wall of hostility to them. They were clear and bright, entrancing him in a hopeless daze.
Andy raised her eyebrow at him, confused by the strange look on his face. "Hook? What's up? What do you need?"
Hook cleared his throat, snapping himself out of a daze. He whispered in a low voice, sending chills across the surface of her skin, "I just wanted to let you know that I, too, know what it feels like to be outcasted."
Andy raised her eyebrow at him as she eyed their proximity. She let out a small laugh. "Hook, I know what you're trying to do."
"And what is that, love?"
"Are you trying to seduce me with your sensitivity?" she boldly asked.
"Why? Is it working?" he asked with a grin.
Andy rolled her eyes at him. "Nice try, but I don't have time to deal with…this." She turned around to continue out of the cave, but Hook grabbed her wrist. Her heart jumped at the contact of his skin against hers.
"And what exactly is this?"
"This is…" Andy lost her train of thought. His lips were only centimeters away from hers.
Hook wore a smug smirk on his face at her inability to function due to the close proximity of their lips.
"This is a waste of time," Andy finished, letting out a small laugh and pulling away from his hand. "This is your way of trying to win me over, Hook."
"Win you over? I already know I've got you."
"That's a very bold claim, captain. Bold, but dangerous."
"Fine. I just wanted to know when you'd be back."
"Was that so difficult to ask?" The corners of Andy's mouth pulled up into a grin. "Why? Don't tell me you're getting attached, captain."
"Well, just judging by the way Regina treated you, I was afraid you'd shifted sides."
Andy swallowed, trying to mask her guilt. "Well, you have nothing to worry about. I'll be back tomorrow."
Hook gave her a smile, making her heart race faster. "That's what I like to hear, love."
"And thank you for that, stepping in between me and Regina."
"It was a pleasure," he winked. "I'd step anywhere you'd ask me to."
"You are hopeless." Andy rolled her eyes once more before exiting the cave to return to Pan's compound.
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Hook leaned lazily against a tree, contemplating his situation. His face couldn't help but stretch into a grin at the thought of seeing her again tomorrow. He felt absolutely idiotic and inane at this happiness. He hadn't felt this feeling in a long time. Not since…
Milah.
A frown began to replace his goofy grin. Were his growing affections for the Lost Girl an insult to Milah's memory? Was it wrong of him to find himself drawn towards this Lost Girl after her promised Milah that he would love her forever, even after death? The situation felt wrong, horribly wrong.
Hook was a pirate of good form, and breaking a promise was bad form. He promised Milah his eternal love, and here came a complete stranger, filling the hole in his heart with a single glance, a batting of thick, dark eyelashes, a touch of smooth, tan skin, or bite of the lip.
No. It can't be.
He couldn't possibly have these feelings about the Lost Girl, especially after just meeting her! She was a complete stranger to him as he was to her. These feelings had to be purely carnal, correct? There was no possible way that a complete stranger could bear him total happiness. Perhaps, all he needed was a way to purge these carnal desires to rid him of these licentious thoughts about this Lost Girl. Perhaps, these feelings about this Lost Girl were purely ephemeral.
"What were you grinning about?" David scowled, walking towards him.
"Nothing," Hook lied. He bit his tongue. That was a horrible answer.
"You're lying."
This prince is one stubborn ass.
"Well, what did you expect?" Hook fake smiled.
David eyed him cautiously. "You're right. I should've expected you to lie. You're nothing but a pirate," he spat, walking away.
Hook sighed.
I wasn't always, mate.
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Andy made her way back to the compound. Pan was surely expecting her by now. For some strange reason, she couldn't fight to remove the smile on her face. It was strange. She felt stupid and foolish wearing the smile. Sunniness wasn't her conventional disposition. Happiness wasn't her trademark look.
Why the hell am I smiling like a stupid toddler?
She couldn't help but notice that there was an extra spring to her step.
What on earth?
She hadn't felt this way since she and Baelfire were living in the cave together, away from Pan. It was strange, this happiness. She hadn't experienced the feeling in so long. Why would she have a reason to feel it now? Unless…
No. Absolutely not. That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard.
It couldn't be. She could not be happy because of…Hook?
Dear God, please. Anybody but him.
Why did it have to be him? He was a smug pirate. It was a pirate who had caused her to end up in Neverland in the first place with his betrayal. She never really learned, did she?
He's just a pirate with physical needs, no moral compass. He's bad news.
This reasoning was sound.
Hook can't make me happy.
Andy's heart dropped at the thought of this. It was true. A pirate couldn't make her happy, especially after what had happened to her all those years ago on the streets of the Flood Gate.
She needed to forget about Hook and focus on her personal mission, to honor Bae's memory by helping his son. She couldn't let Hook be the obstacle in her path.
I need a way to distract myself from him. But how?
She needed to purge herself of these thoughts of Hook. She needed to distract herself in the only way she knew how - Pan.
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He was sitting on a log by the fire alone, playing his pipe as the Lost Boys slept. Andy entered the stage, immune to the spell of the pipe. His eyes were shut, lost in his own spell, his music. He didn't see her stand right in front of him.
Her heart was racing madly, uncontrollable over her body. She grabbed the pipe from his mouth, throwing it to the ground. His green eyes snapped open, looking straight into hers, eyebrows furrowed at her presence. He opened his mouth to speak, to question, but she simply shook her head. It wasn't the time for speaking.
She was in control. His confusion bound him to her every will. She cupped his face in her hand, running her thumb across his bottom lip. How gentle and innocent he looked under her magic-less spell. He was breathless.
She pulled his face to hers, lips hovering over his. He inched forward, dying to close the gap between them. However, it wasn't his night to do the commanding. She maintained the gap between them, pulling away ever so slightly to keep him under her control like a puppet.
"Andy," he whispered, his hot breath dancing into her mouth. "What are you-"
"Shh," she silenced him with a slender finger pressed to his lips. "Not now Peter."
She had never said his first name before, even after all his attempts to coax her into using it. He was defenseless against her power. She was winning this game.
The sound of her voice alone was enough to send him over the edge. His lips crashed against hers hungrily, his mind lost in a heat of passion.
This was who she was – emotionally detached, vacant, and incapable of letting her guard down. She wouldn't allow some pirate transform her into some pathetic, lovesick girl. No. She was a Lost Girl, and despite her loyalty to Baelfire and Henry, she would never change. Hook couldn't change her.
A/N: Happy Holidays! Sorry for the long delay! I was quite busy with the holiday season this year. Hope you have a happy New Year!