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Chapter 19 Dangerous Waters

Carmelita ran through the many rooms of the beach house, shouting Penelope's name all the while to no avail. She grew anxious, wondering if the defenseless mouse had been captured like Dimitri.

Dimitri. So many questions ran rampant through the vixen's mind as she sprinted. Where had they taken him? Ha he gotten hurt? And if so how badly? What had they done to him once the fearsome thugs had seized the poor iguana?

She couldn't worry herself with the possibilities; she had another member to rescue first.

"Penelope!" she called. "Penelope, where are you?"

She waited and listened for a response. Moments later, she heard the firing from a weapon that sounded strangely similar to the blast from a weapon she used to wield, followed by a high-pitched scream.

Carmelita's ears perked and twitched. She looked up to the second story, where the sounds echoed from.

"Hold on Penelope!" she yelled, racing down the hall and taking to the grand staircase.

She ran down the many halls, following the echoes of the pistol blasts, desperately hoping Penelope hadn't already been shot.

Penelope loped down the hallway, forgetting the way to the exit, but focusing on dodging projectiles. Her eyes wide in terror, she zoomed through the halls, her heart racing from fear and exhaustion. One shock blast to her tiny frame and she was toast.

They finally had her cornered up on the balcony of an upstairs patio. They marched up to her and she trembled as they aimed carefully at the shaking mouse. She cowered pathetically and her ears flattened against her skull.

"That's quite enough gentlemen," came a female voice that was harsh while still sounding sultry.

The guards exchanged glances before turning to, of all things, a blue-haired pregnant vixen, sitting casually on the railing, one leg crossed over the other.

One of the boars raised an eyebrow. "And, just who might you be, Miss?"

She jumped off the railing, landing in a low crouch. She then stood up and narrowed her eyes at the group of guards. It was silent, save for the night wind, as the fox and her adversaries sneered at each other. She finally broke the tense silence.

"My name is Carmelita Montoya…Cooper," she answered. "You messed with a member of my gang. Prepare to get a serious beating."

The guards exchanged humored glances and some laughed lightly. They thought for sure that this fox had to be joking.

They were mistaken as she rushed over and threw a harsh uppercut to a boar's jaw. The blow knocked him to the ground. The other guards looked up to see her backing away and motioning them forward. They snarled and charged forward.

Penelope watched on in bewilderment as Carmelita battled the guards. The vixen almost seemed to predict how they would try to attack her next, and most of her moves were punch evasions, a technique Sly had shown her during training sessions. Though after a while, she was beginning to grow weary from being outnumbered, and at one point, a brawny armadillo shoved her to the ground. Pain shot through her back as she lay on the concrete. She glared up at the guard. She wouldn't be taken down so easily. He aimed his gun at her and she swiftly kicked it out of his hand, sending it flying over the railing. Instantly, two more guards tackled her to the ground, knocking the breath out of her and pinning her to the hard surface.

"Carm!" Penelope screamed.

The beefy lemur grabbed her thorat and gripped it like a vice, and Carmelita began to lose air. Then her saving grace came in the form of two large pink hands that grabbed the guards up and slung them violently against the wall of the house.

Murray brawled with the remaining guards and after some effort, he was able to knock the entire group out.

Seeing that it was now safe, Carmelita began to stand and Murray helped her the rest of the way.

"You alright?" he asked, steadying her as her legs shook slightly.

She was breathing heavy after fighting with the guards herself and getting choked, but nodded. "Yea, thanks for your help. You stepped in just in time." Carmelita noticed the many cuts and bruises on his face and arms. She placed a hand on his shoulder. "Are you alright Murray?" she asked.

He smiled and flexed. "'The Murray' may go a few rounds, but he always emerges victorious after fighting impossible odds."

Carmelita grinned and was nearly tackled to the ground again, this time by a small lavender mouse.

"Oh I thought I was dead for sure Carmelita! Oh thank you!" cried Penelope, clinging to her.

The vixen laughed faintly and patted Penelope on the back. "Thank Murray. He saved both our tails just now."

"Thanks so much Murray," Penelope thanked him sincerely, hugging him as well.

The robust hippo shrugged. "It's what I do best. I gotta go take care of that communications tower. Meet you guys at the dock?"

They nodded as he jumped off the railing to a table on the lower deck, before running off to destroy the tower and the signal it was emitting.

Carmelita turned to Penelope. "So Dimitri got captured?"

"Yea," Penelope sighed. "He got a little too cocky, as always, and they ended up taking him off somewhere."

The vixen pursed her lips. "We should go find him. He is a member after all."

Penelope grudgingly nodded. "You're right. Let's go."

They searched the large house, sneaking through the halls to avoid more confrontation they were too weak to deal with, until they finally found him tied up in a broom closet.

Dimitri looked up to see the two females smiling down at him.

"Hello there Dimitri. You look like you're…fit to be tied," Carmelita stated with a grin, and Penelope snickered.

He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. "Ugh. Rescued by girls." He shook his head. "This a whole new low for me."

The girls scoffed as they untied the prideful frowning iguana. He stood up and began moving his wrists that were sore from the bindings, but looked humiliated at being the 'damsel' in distress.

"C'mon Casanova," Carmelita said, gently taking his hand. "We need to get back to the bridge."

He grinned impishly at her close contact. "Greasy sweet!"

After rescuing Penelope and Dimitri, Carmelita walked with her fellow gang members back outside towards the nearby dock that connected to the bridge. Murray met up with them after successfully destroying the tower. His little takedown had drawn some unwanted attention, however.

Their easygoing walk turned into a run as more of De Luca's goons dashed from around the corner of the house and began firing at them.

"Shoot!" Carmelita yelled as she ducked an electric projectile. "I knew it wasn't gonna be that easy to get off this island!"

Murray could feel exhaustion overtake him. "I can't take much more of this," he admitted.

"Me either," Carmelita panted as she ran. "We're just gonna have to make a run for it instead of fighting."

"Fine by me!" Penelope cried, jumping as an electric orb blasted into the grainy sand near her feet.

The four friends made a break for the drawbridge, but De Luca's team had one final trick up their sleeve. The beagle in the drawbridge control tower began to separate the two drawbridge sections.

Their eyes widening, they all began to lope to jump the gap that was now forming as the drawbridge started to raise. First Murray and Dimitri cleared the gap, and Penelope did as well, though just barely, scrambling over the edge with help from the hefty hippo.

Then it was Carmelita's turn. As she backed up for a running start, an electric blast grazed her foot, knocking her over the edge.

She screamed out and the other three spun to see that she was nowhere in sight. They rushed over and looked down to see her desperately grab a metal beam on the edge of the raised bridge. She dangled over the large drop, overlooking the dangerous waters far below.

At that moment, Sly had reached the car and flung his door open, sliding inside. He glanced back to see Bentley smiling at him innocently. When he noticed a certain vixen wasn't sitting next to the brainy turtle, he turned and looked around. He then stared straight at the reptile. "Bentley…where's Carm?" he asked.

Bentley held his hands up. "I tried to make her stay but she…well, she-"

Sly's brow furrowed. "She what?" he asked. "Bentley, where is she?"

The turtle's voice lowered to a squeak. "She went to go rescue Penelope. In the beach house."

Sly's jaw dropped. Then he grabbed his pointy ears and growled loudly before jumping out and running for the dock. Incredulity overpowered him; he couldn't believe she'd disobeyed him like that. He'd told her to stay put.

He joined his friends up on the dock's edge, wondering what they were all staring at. He then realized, in sheer horror, that they were staring at Carmelita, helplessly hanging off the edge of the bridge.

Carmelita held onto the small metal beam above for dear life, whimpering in fear. She never had been a strong swimmer, and these waters were filled with ravenous sharks that would rip her vulpine body to shreds in minutes. "Someone! Help me!" she yelled.

"Hang on Carmelita!" Sly called down frantically. "We'll save you, just don't let go!" He just wasn't too sure how they were going to get her back onto level ground exactly.

A weak tingly feeling coursed through her hands as she gripped the beam, and her sweaty palms were causing her grasp to loosen.

She gritted her teeth, trying to do what Sly said and keep hanging on, but without really realizing it, she lost grip all at once and began to fall to the ocean below.

Sly's heart stopped as he watched her fall and heard her scream echo into the night, until she hit the water with a large splash.

She didn't resurface.

Penelope gasped, cupping her hands over her mouth. "Oh no," she whispered.

Sly would've immediately jumped in after her…but he couldn't swim. Instead he could only stand on the dock and panic in silence.

"Hold on foxy girl!" Dimitri yelled before leaping off the wooden walkway and diving into the murky shark-infested waters.

It seemed like hours to the remaining four who stood on the dock, waiting and worrying.

Finally, as soon as Sly was ready to break down, the iguana emerged, holding Carmelita. She was sputtering and coughing, but she was alive.

Sly breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh thank God," he whispered.

Dimitri held one of her hands up in the air, clasping it with his in a victory gesture. "Hey!" he said. "Foxy saves me, I return the favor and save her! We make a great team, yea?"

Carmelita only coughed up bitter salt water at first. Then she smiled at him weakly. "We sure do. Thanks."

As Dimitri and Carmelita walked onto dry land, Sly jumped off the dock and ran up to her. He threw his arms around her, kissing her soaked head of cobalt hair repeatedly, hugging her tightly. "Oh Carm," he cried softly, resting his cheek on top of her head, her steady breathing calming to him. He was angry. Angered by not being able to save her. Furious that she'd gone against his orders and put herself and their baby in danger like that. Then he reminded himself that she'd done it for Penelope, to rescue the love of one of his best friends' life. And that was something he was grateful for, as was Bentley. He just couldn't bring himself to be mad with her; he was far too relieved that she was alive and well.

He then took her face and looked her over. "Are you ok?"

She shivered as the harsh ocean wind whipped her drenched fur and her teeth chattered. "I'm f-fine. J-just…a little c-c-c-cold."

Sly closed his eyes and rested his chin on her head. "Let's head back to the Safe House and get you warmed up then."

Dimitri shook himself dry of most of the water. "I'm fine Cracker-box. Thanks for asking."

Normally Sly would smile and laugh at a remark like that from Dimitri, but instead his expression was completely serious. He placed a hand on Dimitri's shoulder. "Thank you, Dimitri. You saved Carm's life."

The iguana held his hands up. "Whoa whoa, chill with the touchy-feely junk. Is no sweat dude." He smiled as he watched his friend happily embrace his wife.

Penelope made her way to the three on the sand. She rushed up to the couple. Carmelita gave the female mouse a feeble smile. Penelope wrapped her arms around her and hugged the vixen as best she could, given her biological circumstance.

They met back up with Bentley and Murray on the dock, who both smiled in relief at seeing that everyone was ok. Though just barely, the gang had succeeded in their escape, and could go home at last.

A few miles away, at the Crystal Cove casino, Alfonso De Luca was enraged at losing all his winnings he'd accumulated over the years. Not only this, but Cooper and his stupid gang knocked out important members of his team, and got away with his file and his secret treasure he'd tried to keep hidden. In a fierce temper tempest, he grabbed a wooden chair and threw it across the room in his underground level. He grabbed a shot glass and hurled it at the wall, watching it smash to pieces. He clenched his fists and marched over to the large window across the room, his tail bristling in rage. He stared up at the night sky, his eyes smoldering. "You may have gotten away Cooper, but I swear to you, this is not the last you've seen of Alfonso De Luca. I'll make damn sure of that."

Once they all returned safely to the Safe House, the gang members were all finally able to relax for a while. They gathered in the living room. Bentley held Penelope close on the loveseat as they took a crack at accessing De Luca's Covert Ops file. Dimitri and Murray each lounged in a recliner, resting and recovering from the beating they'd taken from the burly guards.

After building a blazing fire in the fireplace, Sly sat down on the floor in front of it and cuddled Carmelita in his lap. She had changed into dry clothes and was wrapped up in a thick blanket. Her hair was damp, and she still shivered slightly, but resting up against Sly's warm fur felt soothing, as did the warmth from the fire's steady heat. The whole experience was draining and at this point they were just glad to hold each other close.

For a while, nothing but the crackling of the fire and the tapping of keys on a keyboard could be heard.

Bentley made a noise of exasperation and rubbed his chin. "Invalid configuration key huh? That won't keep me out. I have to give it to Alfonso: he's good at keeping covert operations, well….covert."

Dimitri chuckled. "Turtle dude, you always in your little tech world over there."

Carmelita looked back over her shoulder. "Thank you for saving me, Dimitri," she said.

Dimitri leaned back in his recliner and stretched before smiling at her. "Ain't no thang, Foxy." He shrugged. "'Sides, I woulda' never heard the end of it from Cracker-box if you wound up shark bait."

Sly chuckled almost inaudibly as he held her. "You're right about that."

"And thank you Carmelita," Penelope spoke up from the loveseat. "I would've been a goner if you hadn't stepped in and fought those guys off."

Carmelita gave her a reassuring smile. "Always glad to help out a fellow female member of the Cooper Gang."

Penelope smiled back as she nuzzled against Bentley, which caused the turtle to become distracted from his hacking task.

"I'll continue to work on this," Bentley said, laughing lightly as the lavender mouse kissed him on the cheek. "In the meantime, is there anything else that happened tonight that we should discuss? Any extra findings any of you came across?"

Sly's ears perked. "Oh yea," he said, reaching into his pouch and pulling out the relic. He lifted it up to show Bentley. "I found this in De Luca's home office."

Bentley adjusted his glasses and squinted. Then his brow furrowed. "Could I examine it closer?" he asked.

Sly shrugged. "Sure." He stood up and tossed the jewel-encrusted object to his friend before sitting down and returning to loving on his love.

Bentley concentrated as he turned the relic over repeatedly in his hands. "Sly…do you have any idea what this is?"

Sly shook his head. "Nope. Just looked too good to pass up. I mean, De Luca had in a totally secret compartment of his desk, so I thought I'd just snag it on my way out. I'm sure a smart guy like you is going to tell me what it is though, am I right?"

Bentley was already pulling up historical websites on his computer. "I…I don't believe this."

Murray opened one eye to look over at him. "Don't believe what?" he asked.

Penelope looked over Bentley's shoulder and scanned the information on the computer screen.

The anticipation was killing the master thief. "Come on Bent, spit it out, what is it?" Carmelita was now paying full attention as well.

Bentley stared down at the relic in his hands that resembled a jeweled medallion. "This…this is a relic that belonged to Queen Leopartigress. An ancient queen of Egypt from long ago."

"Leopartigress?" Sly questioned.

Bentley nodded. "Yes. Her father was said to be a dark leopard and her mother a white Bengal tiger. And this jeweled piece here was apparently a gift from her lover."

Even Dimitri was listening on to the history lesson. "Secret lover eh?" he asked with a small grin.

Bentley scanned the website information in front of him and continued. "It appears so. He was an ancient breed of coyote. And the members of the royal family were incredibly displeased upon discovering that their feline queen had fallen for a canine, as canines were subservient to felines in this time. He was a lowly slave, but the beautiful regal queen looked beyond his hierarchical ranking. Even so, the royal elders would have nothing of it, and planned an ambush on the coyote to cease the dishonorable secret relationship he shared with the queen. Royal cat guards tracked him down and killed him. It says here that Queen Leopartigress was consumed with grief after hearing that her canine lover had been savagely murdered and committed suicide herself through poisoning."

"Like Romeo and Juliet," Carmelita interjected lugubriously.

"A similar occurrence, yes," the turtle agreed. "And when they'd discovered her lifeless body in her room, they were devastated. They sealed her away in a tomb with this ancient relic. And, according to legends passed down to modern day, it contains some of the most powerful talismanic magic ever conjured into a physical object."

"You don't really believe all that stuff do ya Bent?" Murray asked, doubtful of things like magic.

Bentley stared down in wonder as he scrutinized the talisman. "I…I don't know," he finally said. "But from studies I've done, talismanic magic can do incredible things if evoked properly." He looked to Penelope.

"Do ya think we could find a way to use it to power the time machine? Once it's built I mean?" she asked.

Bentley smiled at her. "That's exactly how I was considering implementing its power, actually. If we can harness the energy somehow."

Penelope nodded. "We'll figure it out. Nothing has been able to stump us yet, hon," she reminded him.

"Right you are," he said, before leaning in to kiss her, finally taking the initiative for once.

Sly stared at the dancing flames in the fireplace. "I wonder what a mafia boss like De Luca was doing with this talisman. It doesn't strike me as something a mobster would hold on to."

Carmelita looked back at the turtle. "Well…according to what you said, Bentley, the queen's lover was a coyote. And, Alfonso was a coyote…right? So maybe there's a connection there."

"Hmm," said Bentley. "That's…actually a really good point, Carmelita. Nice attention to detail."

She shrugged. "I have my moments."

Sly playfully wrapped his arms around her and brushed his nose through the damp hair on her head. "On a rare occasion," he jested.

She leaned her head back against his chest and gave him a mock glare, scrunching her small nose. He smiled down at her before planting a kiss on her lips.

Penelope put a hand over her chin as she studied the markings on the gold-etched piece in Bentley's hands. "So…maybe this ancient talisman belonged to an Egyptian ancestor of Alfonso's then."

Bentley nodded. "Very well could be, yes."

Dimitri rested his hands behind his head. "Whatevs man, that thing belongs to us now; Cracker-box nabbed it fair and square."

Sly simply chuckled. "Dimitri's right. And now all you two have to worry about is accessing that file, and then you can move onto figuring out how to power up your latest creation in the works."

"Don't forget Carmelita's new weapon," Penelope added.

Sly looked down at a yawning Carmelita. "We can worry about all that later," he said. "I think it's about time Carm and I went to bed though."

Bentley closed his computer. "Of course," he replied. "It's been an eventful night, to say the least. I'm eternally grateful to you for saving Penelope, Carmelita." He gripped the mouse's hand.

Carmelita smiled drowsily. "Wasn't about to let anyone mess with our RC specialist."

After all that had happened that night, ties between members of the Cooper Gang had been made even stronger, and now members had newfound respect for each other, realizing how amazing it was to have a group of friends who would jump into dangerous situations and risk their lives for one another. It was comforting for all of them.

Dimitri stood up. "My macho muscles need some R and R too, home slices."

"I'm right there with ya," Murray agreed.

Sly took Carmelita by both hands and helped her to her feet. He turned to the others. "It's been quite a heist. Thanks everyone, for everything you did tonight."

They nodded and said their good nights as everyone retired to their own rooms.

After a much needed hot shower, the married couple dressed for bed and snuggled up under the covers. Sly then treated Carmelita to a soothing back rub. As he kneaded his hands through sore spots on her back, she expressed her delight audibly. At one point she moaned out, "Oh Cooper, you have magic hands!"

Across the hall, in his own room, Murray heard this. Thinking she'd said it for a totally different reason, he scowled and grabbed his pillow and forced it down over his head, hoping to mute out any utterances he would rather not hear. To distract himself, he thought about the pretty warthog girl that he'd be seeing in just a few days for another date.

After receiving the lovely massage, Carmelita began to fall asleep as Sly draped his arms around her stomach, but she woke straight away to his next words.

"Geez Carm," he said with a laugh. "I can't even wrap my arms around you anymore."

She let out a small gasp, realizing he was right. Suddenly her lips quivered and her eyes welled up with tears, and she began to whimper.

His smile disappeared and he looked at her worriedly. "Carm?"

She turned away from him as her whimpering turned to loud sobs that caused her shoulders to hitch repeatedly.

Thank you hormones.

Sly's hands flew to her face. "Oh Carmelita, I'm sorry baby! I didn't mean to upset you."

"You're right though!" she wailed. She buried her face in her hands. "I'm huge."

"Aww Carm," he said, as he rested his left cheek on her right gently. "No you're not."

"Don't you lie to me," she hissed harshly with a sniffle.

There was a short pause before he let out a heavy sigh, knowing she would protest no matter what.

"You can't help it," he finally murmured, rubbing his hand along her free arm. "It's all part of the process." Just like those lovely hormones, he thought.

She continued to sob. "I-I'll never get my figure back!" she bemoaned, shaking her head back and forth. "And then…" She gasped for breath. "Then you're gonna leave me for some fit girl! And I'll be taking care of this kit all by myself!" The vixen whimpered feebly.

He rolled his eyes and laughed in disbelief.

She glared up at him through the falling tears. "It's not funny!" she cried.

He shook his head and held her close. "I'm laughing because you sound totally ridiculous right now. I would never dream of leaving you Carmelita. Ever. No matter what. I took those vows we said very seriously. And you're not gonna be this big much longer, you silly fox."

She sniveled as she looked up at him. "Yea…but I'll never look like I once did after this."

"So?" he said with a smile. "Carm, I fell in love with you, not your body." He wiped the tears from her eyes, and she placed her hands over her face again, hiding her watering eyes. "And I would never leave my kid fatherless," he continued. "Not in a million years. I'm going to do everything I can to make sure my children get what I never got to have."

"Which is what?" the silly fox asked.

"To have loving parents to care for them past the age of eight," he answered solemnly.

Carmelita stopped sniffling and looked up at him. A slight sadness was clouding his caramel eyes but he smiled through it.

Now she felt terrible. The last thing she intended to do was make him feel sad about his parents being dead. She was making this about her and her newfound lack of confidence, when there was so much more to the situation than her outer appearance. Sly had both his parents taken away from him. And Carmelita didn't have any idea how that felt. True, she'd sort of turned her back on her own parents and hadn't seen them in what felt like years. But living life knowing that your parents are dead and gone is a kind of grief she'd never suffered. Not just that, but watching one of your parents die is a severe tragedy hardly anyone is forced to go through. Especially when you're only eight years old. She couldn't imagine the pain Sly had carried in his heart all those years. And she definitely didn't want to bring it to the surface now.

Besides, this was about their kit too. Not just her. She then realized she needed to be looking at the bigger picture.

"I-I want that too," she said weakly. "And I want you there for everything."

"And I will be," he assured her. "For first words, first steps, every moment of praise and discipline."

"And thief training," she added hoarsely.

He chuckled. "Yes!" He then smoothed her hair back. "But you need to stop worrying about all this trivial stuff."

"I know I know…I just…don't feel very pretty right now." She was embarrassed to say it, but it's truthfully how she felt. "I feel ugly." Her voice softened. "Feel like you're not attracted to me right now…because I look this way."

"I don't know why you'd feel that way," he spoke in a gentle voice, continuing to smooth her hair back. "Any guy who thinks that a girl who is preparing his family for him is anything less than beautiful is totally brainless."

She drew in a deep breath, having drained herself after sobbing. "You mean it? You're not just sweet talking me to calm me down like always?"

"I don't always sweet talk you! I'm offended that you'd say that," he argued jokingly.

A tiny smile tugged at her lips. "Mmm, yes you do. You raccoons are good at that. If I recall, sweet talking is how you got to see me without clothes on for the very first time."

"Well you're not so good at recalling dear, because it was that champagne you'd been saving that caused your clothes to come off." He shrugged. "If you ask me, I think that was a much better way to celebrate with a drink, as opposed to saving it in celebration of my arrest."

She laughed, involuntarily gasping again. "That was never going to happen and we both know that. I wasn't too drunk to not be able to remember that night though. It was wonderful…"

"And look what we have to show for it," the coon reminded her, referring to their love child.

Carmelita beamed and scrunched her nose, her volatile emotions finally cooling down. It was quiet for a moment before she asked, "You really think I'm beautiful?"

"I really really do," he answered in a velvet voice. He held her around her rib cage and began to hum a familiar tune softly in her ear.

Her misty eyes lit up as she recognized the melody. "That's…that's our song! The one we danced to. At that party in Paris."

He chuckled lightly. "Mm-hmmm. I had quite a nice time at that penthouse suite. Interpol really went all out on that one."

"That's the night I knew I had fallen for you," she whispered.

He nuzzled his cheek against her jawline. "I'd fallen for you a while before that. And I continue to fall more to this day."

She relaxed into his hold contentedly and he continued to sing softly to her until she fell fast asleep.

A/N: Geez Carmelita, couldn't make that Princess Bride reference more obvious could ya?

Again I'm really sorry that my action scenes are rough. It's not exactly my specialty.

Yea I know I know, it's awful to end a thrilling chapter with a gushy scene like that.

But I feel I needed to once again balance the themes. You have to like the romance a little if you're still reading this anyway. And it's a tender way to end a fearful arc (new word I'm excited I learned). The calm after the storm, so to speak. Plus it adds to Carmelita's character development.

You know what, I'm not even ashamed. I put a scene in my story of Sly serenading a hormonal Carmelita with his smooth voice. There I said it. I remain steadfast in my sappy ways.

Also, if you were wondering, Queen Leopartigress is a play on the Egyptian queen's name: Queen Nefertiti.

Things seriously pick up again in the next chapter, and I'm quite excited about it. And if I'm excited, I have a feeling you will be too. Until next time!