"Can you at least make it to the basketball game this evening?" Alyssa asked, leaning against the wall of lockers as Lightning dug through her own.

"No."

"But it's your sister's trial game!"

"She personally asked me not to show up to anything until she made the team. Something about my lack of cheerfulness being bad juju." Lightning swung her book bag around to her chest in order to stuff a binder in it.

"Oh," Alyssa replied thoughtfully, curiously rubbing at her chin. "I thought maybe it was because you might be doing something with Fang after school."

Lightning tensed. Alyssa couldn't know about the powers and the training sessions, could she? "What?"

"Well, with you two always running off together during the day and her visiting your house Saturday, I thought maybe you two had made more plans. You know, as yearbook editor I pretty much learn who hangs out with who around this school. Funny thing is, neither me nor anyone else in the editing room have ever seen you hang out with her before. How'd you two get so close all of a sudden?"

Lightning tried to act completely normal while eyeing Alyssa warily through her peripherals. She had to be on to something. "Class work. Sometimes Palmer's essays can be a bitch."

"I see…" Alyssa trailed. She studied Lightning's face carefully before continuing. "Because I was starting to think Fang liked you."

Lightning stiffened once again before letting out a quiet sigh of relief. She hesitated a bit before continuing to place another book in her locker. Alyssa didn't know about the powers or the fal'Cie. She was just being annoyingly nosy. "With the way Fang flirts, it looks like she likes everyone."

"She may flirt around a lot, but the only person she ever gives the 'puppy wanting a bone' look to is you," Alyssa said slyly, eyes still on Lightning's face. A small and victorious smile emerged when she saw the red that quickly tinged Lightning's cheeks and the somewhat flustered expression that she would've missed had she blinked at that moment.

"Maybe your vision is getting a little bit blurred from looking through a camera so much," Lightning replied in a low and even tone. "Fang doesn't look at me any kind of way."

Lightning slammed her locker closed and zipped up her book bag. Alyssa's devilish smile remained on her face as she stood upright. "Maybe. Well, bell's about to ring. See you at lunch, Lightning!"

Lightning had barely settled into her seat in history class when she heard Fang's voice call from behind her.

"G'morning, Lightqu—I mean, just Light."

Lightning turned her head to see Fang walking up behind her desk, hand pulling at that lone book bag strap over her shoulder. "Fang," she greeted with congenial nod.

The corner of Fang's lip lifted in a tiny grin as she slightly turned her head to eye the person occupying the desk behind Light's. "Craig, mind if I switch seats with ya?"

Craig stared Fang down for a moment with a blank expression. Neither girl was sure of whether he was actually thinking of an answer or just zoning out. Finally, "This is my seat."

"Wellllllllllll," Fang said, dragging the word out, "It kinda was my seat first."

"But you left it."

"Nooooo," Fang dragged this word out as well. "You ousted it. I just want it back."

Craig blankly stared at Fang once more. He turned his head to stare at Lightning for a moment before turning back to stare at Fang again. "I'll move if you lend me a pencil."

Fang narrowed her eyes at the boy. "How 'bout a pen?"

"No."

"Dammit, Craig! The only pencil I have left is my lucky one!"

"The one with the stars?"

"Noooo, not the one with the stars," Fang replied in a snippety fashion. "I had to throw THAT lucky pencil away because you chewed on it when I lent it to ya!" Fang was practically throwing daggers into Craig's heart with her eyes right now.

"I'm not moving without a pencil."

"Grrrrrrrr…" Fang roughly yanked her bag around to fish out a pencil to hand to Craig. In return Craig smiled pleasantly at her before calmly standing up and taking a new seat.

Lightning arched an eyebrow as she turned around to give Fang a quick once over. The Pulsian was slouched in her seat with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face, muttering some unintelligible words under her breath. The scene actually looked quite adorable.

The pinkette lightly smiled and cleared her throat, attracting the pouter's attention. "You should probably get your seat back from Craig," she whispered, leaning forward a bit over Fang's desk. "People are starting to get suspicious of why we're spending more time together than usual, which means we should probably start spending more time apart. At least at school."

"Well, too late for that now. Craig's halfway done giving my lucky pencil oral pleasure. I'm keeping this seat." Fang's expression quickly turned pensive as Lightning's comment actually sunk in. "Wait, we're spending too much time together? Who told ya that?"

Lightning let out a sigh. "Alyssa Zaidelle. She saw you coming to my house this weekend. She has this silly idea that we're a thing, but if she starts snooping around, she might find out about… everything. She's painstakingly persistent, so we don't want her sniffing at our trail."

"Oh, uh, hehehe." Lightning quirked an eyebrow as she watched Fang's hand rise to run through her hair, her tell tale sign of nervousness. "Silly Alyssa alright… She would be the one to start causing issues."

"Lebreau calls her the spawn of Satan."

"More like the spawn of chugging forties while standing next to a microwave when pregnant," Fang grumbled. "That girl ain't right in the head."

"Settle down, class!"

Lightning bit back a smile and turned to face Mr. Palmer at the front of the classroom.

"Today, we will start the chapter dedicated to post-War of Transgression Pulse!"

"Gran Pulse." Lightning couldn't stop her smile from breaking free enough to tug at the corner of her lips on hearing Fang silently correct Mr. Palmer from behind her.

"The textbooks are fairly new, but they still aren't fully up-to-date on current events concerning Pulsian relations. So we will start off with the lessons provided in the text concerning the decaying of the resources and atmosphere that turned the planet into an unlivable wasteland and led to the Rescue Evacuation Initiative. Afterwards, we will discuss the living accommodations that Pulsians were provided here on Cocoon, and from there we will move out of the textbook to discuss the more recent events, such as the Pulsian mutinies."

"Ahem!" Fang loudly cleared her throat, garnering a distasteful look in her direction from their teacher. "Not to interrupt, but are you actually sure all of that's true?"

Mr. Palmer stared at Fang with a look of subtle aggravation. "It wouldn't have made it into the history books if it wasn't. Now will everyone turn to—"

"But speaking as someone who was actually there," Fang continued, interrupting Mr. Palmer in the process, "I can definitely tell you that GRAN Pulse was not turning into a wasteland and it most definitely wasn't unlivable. I say that because I LIVED THERE."

"The toxins found were in the food and the air, Fang. Mostly all Pulsians were infected and didn't even know it. I don't know how you can be so skeptical considering the toxins actually did kill most of the population. If Cocoon hadn't stepped in when they did, this would probably be a lesson on how the Pulsians became extinct," Mr. Palmer responded edgily.

"I know what I saw and it makes it hard to believe that "toxins" killed most of Gran Pulse. Y'all call it the Rescue Initiative, but I call it the ransacking and capturing of people. Just like the way y'all call everything a mutiny." Fang leaned forward in her seat challengingly.

"Oh?" Mr. Palmer asked in an amused tone, folding his arms and sitting on the edge of his desk. "Then what would you call a group of ungrateful refugees who wage war in the streets against the same people who saved them from certain demise?"

"I call 'em prisoners who committed no crime that are giving hell to their filthy warden," Fang snapped matter-of-factly.

Mr. Palmer chuckled haughtily and shook his head. "As entertaining as your ideas are, Fang, they have no credible backing and go against everything that has been reported in the news or media."

"Then why don't you take a drive down to my reservation and get some reports from them?" Fang asked.

"Because we need credible sources," Mr. Palmer simply replied, not missing a beat.

"How aren't they credible?!" Fang nearly exploded. Lightning spun in her seat to shoot Fang look of warning mixed with surprise. At first, the questions had sounded like another one of Fang's teasing bouts, but now it sounded as if this was about to escalate into a full out war with Palmer, which the girl definitely didn't need.

Meanwhile, at the front of the room, the corner of Mr. Palmer's lip twitched in a smile. He had gotten Fang right where he wanted her. "Tell me, Fang, how many Pulsians actually are reporters or do any work in journalism?"

Fang froze. She stared at Mr. Palmer with wild, angry eyes for a moment before sitting back. Her eyes never left Mr. Palmer's. "None," she replied in a low growl.

"Aside from the appointed representative who was executed for attempted assassination of the primarch, how many other Pulsians have even tried for a place in government?"

"None."

"How many Pulsians have ever graduated from an accredited college or university?"

"None."

"How many have graduated from a certified high school?"

"None."

"And now how many have ever been enrolled in a certified high school?" Mr. Palmer asked, his eyebrows raised expectantly at Fang.

"Two," Fang mumbled, sinking low into her seat.

"Exactly. So if you would like to be one of the firsts to actually make progress for your people here, I would suggest that you start believing the lessons that you learn in class instead of the bitter folk tales you hear at home. Now we've wasted enough class time with this. Everyone please turn to page 232 in your text!" And just like that, Mr. Palmer carried on with class as if nothing had happened.

Fang stewed in her seat. Her jaw was clenched and her brow tightly knit from the deep scowl plastered across her face. Had she been looking up, she would've seen the concerned look that Lightning had been giving her before slowly turning around to open her textbook.

As Mr. Palmer began the lesson, Fang could feel her blood start to boil again. It was nothing but biased lies that he was indoctrinating Cocoon's future with. Just teaching another generation how to look down on the people of Gran Pulse. Her branded upper arm began to throb and her face began to heat up. She couldn't sit in here anymore. She had to get out. Her hand shot up in the air, causing Mr. Palmer to slowly fade out his words to give her an irritated look.

"What now, Fang?"

"May I be excused to the restroom?" she asked through gritted teeth, eyes still boring into her desk instead of looking up.

Mr. Palmer stared at her as if she had just asked the dumbest question in the world. "No, you may not. Class just started. You should've gone before the bell rang. Now as I was sayin—"

"I WILL PISS IN THIS CHAIR." Fang stated defiantly in a loud voice, removing her eyes from the desk to fiercely glare at the teacher.

The room went quiet, except for a few hushed snickers. Mr. Palmer gaped at Fang incredulously and Lightning turned in her seat to eye the girl as well. What are you doing?

"Fine," Mr. Palmer ground out. "You may use the restroom. Just be aware that you will be joining me for detention afterschool no matter what Coach Reeves says."

Fang mumbled something under her breath as she pushed her chair out.

"Fang…?" Fang barely heard Lightning whisper her name. The girl was looking up at Fang with concerned and questioning eyes, but Fang just shook her head and strode out of the classroom, not even attempting to shut the door gently.

Her arm, the arm with the brand, was still throbbing and burning more fiercely than it had been earlier. Fang slowed her angry steps in the hall to a stop and leaned her forehead against a locker. She tried taking deep breaths. She couldn't understand. She had faced prejudice before, prejudice much worse than this… but she had always been able to keep her cool. Never let 'em see her sweat. Nowadays, it was as if even a funny look would start getting her blood pumping.

Fang let out a slow, heavy sigh, and placed a palm against the locker next to her head. She could settle back down. Walk back into class all composed and collected and whatnot. Give the beautiful pink-haired girl who would never be interested in her a flirty wink to show her that everything was indeed normal. Then sit down and continue to listen to Mr. Palmer slander her people…

"No."

A sudden hot flare shot through her upper arm, traveling down to her hand and causing her to clench a fist. Not being able to control herself, the girl angrily struck it against the locker. She felt a little better, but it wasn't enough. She let out a deep growl and beat on the locker again. And again. And again, and again, and again, angrily pounding on it like a drum.

"OUGH!"

Fang's head kicked back and her chest thrust outwards as all the wind seemed to rush from her system. Her body trembled and her eyes strained as both her chest and arm now throbbed in synchronized pain. It almost felt as if some invisible person had reached down her throat, not stopping as it traveled down to her chest to roughly grip her heart… and squeeze. Another painful ache shot through her chest.

Gunfire.

Shouting.

Crawling. Jumping. Leaping. Flying?

Soldiers. All around. Soldiers.

Pain.

A blizzard.

Roaring.

Old man. Faces. Faces. So many faces…

Destroy.

DESTROY.

DESTROY.

Fang gasped for air and dropped to her knees as her muscles relaxed all at once, leaving her slumped forward with her head now leaning against one of the lower lockers. She continued to take in loud, heavy breaths as she tried to process what had just happened to her. Did she just have another vision?

She finally forced herself up and away from the wall of lockers when her breathing had almost slowed back to a normal rate and the burning in her arm had subsided. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw what must have been her handiwork. Two completely mutilated locker doors lightly swayed back and forth through the air, barely hanging on their hinges. The surrounding lockers on the wall were also badly bent and caved.

Fang raised both of her hands to run through her hair as she got to her feet. Someone had to have heard her bashing those lockers in. She had to get away from the scene before someone thought to walk in the hall to check. The trip to the Vestige really wasn't coming soon enough if it was so easy for her to lose control like this...

Lightning watched Fang cautiously as they unpacked their supplies from her car at the training field. The ride had been quieter than expected, probably because of that huge elephant in the back seat concerning the instance in history earlier that day. Fang never did return to class from her bathroom break. And although Mr. Palmer didn't seem to care, Lightning couldn't help but worry after seeing how distraught Fang was when she left.

She wouldn't see Fang again until the end of the day when she picked her up from the gym for the drive here. Fang was as easygoing and charming as she usually was, and if not for the big 'I know what you did last history period' cloud that hovered over them, everything would've seemed relatively normal.

Even though Fang seemed as if she didn't want to talk about it, Lightning felt that something probably should be said. The only problem was, she had no idea how to go about it. She never was good with the whole talking things out and helping people with their feelings deal. Nevertheless, she couldn't shake this weird urge to want to comfort the raven-haired girl in some sort of way. She felt as if she couldn't help much with words, but she wanted to do something. Maybe just reach out and touch her, hoping that some type of unspoken energy could pass between the two to make up for it. Rub her shoulder, hold her hand…

It was actually a bit embarrassing. When Lightning first saw Fang walk into the gym, something swelled up inside her, making her quickly stride right up to the girl. Her instincts were yelling for her to wrap her arms around the Gran Pulsian and bring her in close, but her mind screamed for her to stop, causing her to come to an abrupt halt only a few centimeters away from her. Fang had given her a curious look and immediately asked if something was on her face, not waiting for an answer before vigorously rubbing at her chin while Lightning took a nervous step backwards, feeling her cheeks grow warm again.

Despite it all, Lightning took a steadying breath and quietly cleared her throat. "Fang… what happened earlier today—"

"Don't worry about it," Fang quickly cut off, not looking Lightning's way as she dug for something in the glove compartment of the car.

Lightning gave the other girl a disturbed, sideways look. "But you seemed pretty upset…"

"I was pretty upset," Fang stated matter-of-factly. She stood straight, pulling her upper half from out the car to glance at Light. "But I'm feeling better now. So no big deal." She formed a quick, close-lipped smile as if to drive her point home before letting her face smooth out again. "Is your weapon in yer bag?" she asked, now opening the back door of her car.

"Uh… yeah. It is." Lightning still felt a bit of concern for her training partner. After seeing how worked up she had gotten earlier, she wasn't sure if it was an issue that could be dropped and thrown over her shoulder so easily. "Where's yours?"

Lightning watched as Fang pulled a javelin that had been maneuvered in the back seat from out of her car. "Oh." Her hand was in her hair again. "This is it."

Lightning raised her brows in surprise, her worry over the outburst in history being overrun by curiosity of Fang's chosen 'weapon'. "Your track javelin?" Surely she had to be joking. The schools name was even stamped to the side of it.

"Well, back when I was a tyke, I started my hunting training with spears. But once I moved here, it kinda got hard to get my hands on one. This was the next best thing." Fang lightly tossed the javelin up and down in one of her hands. "The school doesn't even know that I take it home with me sometimes. And as long as I keep winning, I'm pretty sure Coach won't even care."

Lightning only nodded in understanding while she pulled her own weapon out of her bag. Fang took a step closer to study it. Her brows crinkled a bit in confusion, not exactly sure to make of the thing. "Is it something you throw at people's heads?" she asked, scratching the back of her neck.

Lightning smirked and made a flicking motion with her wrist. Part of the weapon swung outward, transforming the object into a medium-sized blade. Fang looked at it in awe, having never seen anything like it before. "Nice…" she said, bobbing her head up and down.

"It's a practice weapon my dad got for me. It compacts for easier travel but can easily convert into blade form." Lightning turned her hand slowly, showcasing the weapon to Fang with pride. "And if I ever feel like someone's not close enough, then I guess yes. I can throw it at somebody," she added playfully.

"Too bad it's not half gun. Then whoever you're pissed at would really be in for some trouble," Fang chuckled. "C'mon, let's put these down for now and do some warm-ups before we get to it. Race ya to the tree?"

"Which tree?" Lightning asked, looking around at the multitude of trees that surrounded the clearing.

"Those who question training, only train themselves in asking questionssssss!"

Lightning turned her head to the direction of Fang's voice in surprise. The Gran Pulsian had already started sprinting down the field. Lightning lightly smirked to herself and took off right after her.

"So how did sparring with Lightning go?" Vanille asked excitedly, bounding up to meet Fang as she exited the now parked community car.

"Quite the workout," Fang yawned, stretching her muscles. "More intense than my track practices, for sure. She's all yours tomorrow though."

"And Snow's all yours," Vanille returned brightly.

"Joy to the world," Fang grinned, pulling Vanille close to her side to lean on as the two walked back in the direction of their trailer.

As they moved, Fang slowed her pace on seeing Dane roasting something over the main fire pit. "Uh, Vanille… Why don't you go ahead on inside. I need to talk to Dane about something personal."

"Personal?"

"Taller people stuff," Fang clarified jokingly, roughing up Vanille's hair. "No shorties allowed."

"Heightist…" Vanille huffed, but she still pleasantly obeyed.

Fang smiled after her, allowing her smile to die down after Vanille had disappeared into their trailer. She turned to face Dane. His front was illuminated by the fire and his eyes were steadily staring at the roasting animal. Taking in a short and resolute breath, Fang began making determined steps in the boy's direction.

"Hey, Dane," she greeted in a low voice, taking a place next to him to also stare into the blazing pit.

"Hey, Fang," Dane returned.

Silenced settled between the two for a moment, the only noises being made by the chattering of elders outside their trailers, the chirping of night bugs, and the crackling of the fire.

Fang tried to piece together an elegant and non-accusatory way to go about phrasing her next sentence, but after awhile just mentally said, 'fuck it.' "Since when did you start running around the city playing like the damned masked avenger, pulling off heists and shit?" She turned her head away from the fire to face Dane. The boy's still expression had not changed as he continued to watch the flames.

"Ever since we stopped qualifying for medical assistance," he calmly replied.

Fang had already formed her next retort but it fell short on hearing Dane's answer. "Stopped qualifying for medical assistance? What do you mean we stopped qualifying for medical assistance? When did that happen?"

Dane shrugged. "Couple of years ago."

"Couple of—what? That's a crock of bull, and you know it." Fang crossed her arms disbelievingly and shook her head.

"No. No, it isn't," Dane replied, his calm tone never shifting. "A couple of years ago, we stopped qualifying for assistance because of claims that we've had enough time to acclimate to Cocoon and its customs. Said they're aware that we have our own healing customs so we don't need much assistance anyway, despite the fact that our immune systems have no experience in fighting certain Cocoon sicknesses. In order to be eligible for assistance again, at least to able to afford the high powered stuff, we have to prove ourselves as good enough contributing members of society."

"Prove ourselves as contributing members? How?"

"By getting certain jobs that'll qualify us." Dane turned the spit.

"You mean the jobs that won't hire any pure Gran Pulse borns?" Fang asked, slightly quirking an eyebrow.

"Those ones exactly," Dane nodded.

Fang placed her hands on her hips and stared into the fire in thought. "Nah, that can't be right. Vanille came down with that really bad case of that weird flan flu last year. Aid helped us qualify to get that really expensive medicine to help get her better."

Dane shook his head and pointed a finger to his chest. "Aid."

Fang quietly stared. The thought that they weren't officially getting medical assistance anymore wasn't as surprising as the thought that Dane was the one providing it for them. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Dane shrugged. "You were off integrating that Cocoon school, being the great Pulsian hope and stuff. I knew you'd do it if you could help Vanille, but I couldn't risk getting you caught. That'd mess up anyone's chance of getting in that school after you and finally getting some hope of making it in this society. Better if you didn't know."

Fang felt her stomach clench. She never really did think too much about the impact that her enrollment might have on everyone else. When she and Vanille were first told that they'd been chosen to integrate the school system, there was a lot of talk about change for the better surrounding it… but after time had passed, it had all settled down. "So that bag you were carrying… Was that money or medicine?"

"Medicine. From one of the smaller family clinics near downtown. They're easier to break in and clear out."

"Clear out? Dane… that's someone's livelihood. You could upend somebody's business. And small places like that, that medicine might belong to somebody who really needs it."

"We really need it," Dane replied firmly, turning for the first time to look Fang in the eye. "Vanille really needed it. Willow always needs it. On this world, they've made it very clear that it's either them or us. Sorry if I decided to choose us on this one." Although his tone stayed level, Fang could see the fierce look that had filled his eyes. She couldn't even think of a stronger argument aside from "it's wrong" to tell him. Hell, if she had known about all of this when Vanille was pale and bedridden with that flu, she would've done the same thing without thinking twice about it.

"Look, I understand what you're saying but can ya just chill out with the Robin Hood act for a few weeks? Or at least give me a heads up when you're gonna do it so I can be more prepared?"

"Why?" Dane turned back to the fire. "So you can go off and play Sheriff Nottingham with your Cocoon friends?"

"Dane, it's not like that. Etro…" Fang raised her hands and interlocked her fingers behind her head, staring up at the sky for a moment before focusing back on Dane. "Look, just… I need ya to just hold off for a while, okay? If anyone feels like they need something we don't have, tell Vanille about, okay? She's been getting good at her, uh, medical remedies."

Dane didn't answer but continued to stare at the fire. Fang let out an exasperated breath and reached out to give a hard slap to Dane's upper arm with the back of her hand. "Okay?!"

"Sure," Dane finally answered, turning his head for a brief moment to give Fang a stern look.

"Good." Fang nodded contently, although she still felt shaky about the subject. "Shit…" With that, she shook her head and started walking back towards her trailer.

Lightning sat at the island in her kitchen, attempting to read a book while Serah happily skipped around the room singing. "I made the team! I made team! Ohhhh, what a dream! Cause I made the team!"

"Could you relocate this party elsewhere?" Lightning asked, raising her head from her book with a tired expression on her face. The sparring session with Fang earlier that day had pretty much worn her out to the point where she wanted as much relaxation as possible. Even though she didn't want to admit it, the girl was much craftier with a school javelin than one would expect. It made her part relieved that tomorrow was her training day with Vanille so that she could get a break but at the same time part disappointed that they couldn't go at it again. "I can't hear myself read."

"Awww, you look so grumpy…" Serah cooed, leaning in close to Lightning's face. "This sounds like a job for a CERTIFIED cheerleader!" With that, Serah did a little jump kick in the air and continued her song.

Lightning groaned and glanced up to the ceiling. "Etro, why have you forsaken me?"

"Hmph! Well, if you're going to be like that, then I just might take my party elsewhere," Serah shot with a smile, dancing out the kitchen while pulling her phone out of her pocket to call her friends.

Lightning watched the back of her sister's head as she cha-cha'ed out of the room. A quick smile flitted and dissipated on her face before she looked back down to her book. Almost as if that smile had shot firecrackers and tooted a blow horn in its mini-second of existence, Serah froze in her tracks and took long backwards strides back into the kitchen until she was at Lightning's side again. "I missed something," she stated, raising a finger to the air.

"What are you talking about?" Lightning asked, once again having to tear her eyes away from the pages of her book.

"I missed something. You've been smiletening much more than usual lately." Serah took a seat at the island next to Light and rested her chin in her palms, swinging her legs and giving Lightning a wide smile. "So what happpeeennneeddd?"

"Nothing happened."

"You're happy… ish. Something had to have happened." Serah leaned forward closer, giving her sister googly eyes.

"You made the cheerleading team and I'm free from Alyssa Zaidelle. I'm ecstatic. So beat it." Lightning raised her book to block Serah's face from her view.

"I'm not buying it. You were happier than usual before I even told you about making the squad."

"How would you know? You entered the room singing about it."

"Good news takes at least five minutes to sink in with you!"

"I'm going to my room." Lightning pushed her stool away from the island and stood up.

"Aww, look! You're even smiletening now! Has anyone ever told you that you could be on one of those modeling shows?" Serah asked playfully as her sister walked to the door.

Without turning around, Lightning raised her hand to give Serah a flippant wave. "You go 'head, lady! Smile with those eyes! You look fierce!" was the last thing Lightning heard before ascending the stairs.

A/N: Hey, guys. As always, thanks for the feedback! It's greatly appreciated! And so it doesn't seem like I'm trying to prolong the inevitable here, I just want to let y'all know that there won't be too much more stalling before V-DAY comes around (I also apologize for not finding a more clever way of referencing Vestige trip 2.0). Moves will be made... Games will be played... And hopefully all the grammar/spelling will be correct when it happens.