Taunting Repartee
Chapter Eighteen
Rogue sighed as she turned to the last page in the novel she had been reading. She was sitting on the couch in the same room her and Eric had talked in the last time she was at the cafe.
She sighed again, a minute later, as she closed the book. She leaned forward and put it on the table. She let herself collapse onto the couch, choosing to lay down this time. She stared at the door, hoping, praying it would open. It had been almost five hours since Eric had left her in this room. She had slept for two hours, and then spent the rest of her time reading that book.
'God, I'm hungry,' she thought to herself again. '...Maybe I could get some more sleep,' she thought to herself as she closed her eyes.
Just as she twisted her body into a comfortable position she heard the door open. 'Finally,' she thought annoyed as she quickly opened her eyes.
She looked up to see a young man in his early twenties. He had reddish-brown hair, neatly cut, brown eyes. He was wearing a brown business suit.
She recognized him instantly.
"Graydon?" Rogue asked confused. She watched him take a deep breath.
"Hi, sis," Graydon Creed said as he walked into the room.
"Where's Magneto?" she asked confused as she sat up.
"He's in another meeting," Graydon said as he leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest.
"You work for him?" she asked bewildered.
"We both do," Emma Frost said. Rogue looked up to see her brother's girlfriend standing in the doorway. She took a step into the room, closing the door behind her. Emma was wearing a cream business suit, with a pink shirt underneath. Her blond hair was a little longer than the last time she had seen her: it was now down a few inches past her shoulders. Emma's blue eyes bore into Rogue's as she playfully sauntered into the room. "There are a few things Magneto told me to inform you of immediately. First off," she said. 'I am telepathic,' Emma said. Rogue heard the thought in her mind. "And extremely loyal to Magneto's cause, as is Graydon," she said as she pointed to Graydon. "Second, if you attempt to attack either one of us, I have permission to render you unconscious. It's nothing personal, Rogue. Orders are orders... Actually, I was rather hoping we could be friends. Seeing as I have every intention of keeping your brother," Emma said as she walked over to Graydon holding out her hands to him. Graydon took Emma's hands in his, giving her a soft kiss on the lips.
"I'm really sorry about this, Rogue," Graydon said sympathetically as he looked past Emma shoulder at Rogue.
"Okay," Rogue said, not knowing what else to say. She took a deep breath. "So, you two are watching me until, Eric's done with his meetings," she said.
"More or less," Emma said.
"So, you've been in here for what, two hours?" Graydon asked.
"Five," Rogue said dryly.
"Awesome," Graydon said sarcastically before sighing. "...You hungry?" he asked.
"I'm starving," Rogue exclaimed as she stood up. She picked up her coat, and put it on.
"What are you in the mood for?" Graydon asked as Rogue headed for door. Emma moved in front of it.
"The meeting is still going on," Emma pointed out. "We're going out the back door," she said.
"Breakfast," Rogue answered bitterly as she turned around, and marched over to the bookshelf. She pulled at the book 'Open Sesame.'
Ten minutes later the three of them were sitting in a small diner. Rogue rested her chin on her hand as she stared out the window from the green booth they were sitting in. Rogue sat across the table from Emma and Graydon
"Rogue, do you know what you're getting?" Graydon asked as he looked up, from his menu, at her.
"Yup," she replied dryly as she watched people walk past the diner. Graydon sigh as he turned to look at Emma.
"Do you know what you want?" he asked.
"I'm still deciding," Emma muttered as she looked over the menu. "Which sounds better, pancakes or waffles?" she asked.
"Hm-" Graydon started to say.
"French toast," Rogue answered. They both looked up at her.
"That was the only thing Dad could ever cook right," he said with a grin.
"Everything else he burned," Rogue said with a small smile.
"I remember the fights Mom and Dad had over food," he said
"I remember the fights they had over everything... Any excuse to yell at each other," she said bitterly.
"That's why they're not married anymore," he said with a small smile. "Sorry, you got caught up in the middle of it all," he said.
"It's not your fault, Gray," Rogue said.
"Neither is your situation with Magneto," Emma added. Rogue glared at her coldly.
"Emma!" Graydon exclaimed.
"It's the truth," Emma claimed calmly. "Yet she been acting as through we are to blame," she said.
"You're helping him," she said with anger. "You've been helping him. Tell me the truth, Graydon," Rogue said as she switched her gaze to him. "Last Saturday were you at the institute? Was your girlfriend the one who kept erasing everyone's memories?"
"We are not supposed to answer questions of that-" Emma started to say.
"Yes," Graydon sighed.
"I fucking knew it," Rogue said. "I recognized your voice," she said looking at Emma.
"Magneto said we were not to answer any of her questions regrading this past week," Emma reprimanded. "Are you trying to anger the most powerful mutant on the planet? Not to mention our employer?" she asked him sternly.
"She deserves to know," Graydon said.
"What she does or does not deserve is not our choice to make: it's Magneto's," Emma stressed. "We're just babysitting," she reminded him.
"You people need a few more minutes then?" their waiter asked confused. Emma looked up at the young man with a grin. Rogue watched as the the young man's confused expression was replaced with a smile.
"We're are ready to order now, Keven." Emma said as she picked up her menu. "I will have an order of waffles. He will have pancakes, and two eggs sunny-side-up, and we would like two cups of coffee. Do you have whole mike?" she asked.
"Yes," he answered.
"A small pitcher of that, thank you," she said as she took Graydon's menu. "What do you want, Rogue?" she asked as she handed both her menu and Graydon's to the waiter.
"What did you do to him?" she asked.
"...What do you want, Rogue?" Emma repeated dryly.
"...French toast," she answered glaring at Emma. The man held out his hand to Rogue. She handed him the menu, refusing to look away from Emma.
"Anything else?" Emma asked.
"A glass of orange juice," Rogue said.
"I'll be back with your drinks in a moment," the waiter said before walking away: a dazed smile on his face.
"What did you do to him?" Rogue asked strongly.
"He over heard the conversation. He could not leave the area with that knowledge, even if he didn't know what to do with it. You know exactly what I did," she said. "Next time, kept your voice low, and I will not have to rearrange the memories of everyone within earshot," she said.
"...We are never gonna be friends," Rogue said firmly.
"Never say never, dear," Emma said with a smile. "You would be surprised how circumstances can change a person, given enough time," she said as she waiter returned to the table. "Thank you," she said as she took the cup of coffee he handed her. He handed Graydon a cup of coffee.
"Thanks," Rogue muttered as the waiter put a glass in front of her.
"Your food will be out soon," he said as he placed the pitcher of milk on the table. He walked away.
Rogue switched her gaze back to the window.
Rogue sighed. Yes, she didn't like the company she was in, but at least Emma wasn't trying to seduce her. That was a plus. Of course, she would much rather be home with her family.
'Graydon's family too,' Rogue reminded herself. Just then a question came to mind. She looked up at Graydon. "Did you get to see Kurt?" she asked.
"...Yeah," he answered. "I didn't get to meet him like you wanted me too, but I did see him. He seems like a good kid," he said.
"He is a good kid... the best," Rogue said quietly. "...I just want to go home," she muttered.
"I wish I could take you," Graydon said sincerely.
"You could...but you're not gonna," she said. "You fear Magneto more than you love me," she said sorrowfully.
"Rogue, it's not a matter of-" Graydon started to say.
"Graydon is not at fault here," Emma said. "You are the one who choose the wrong side, not him," she said.
"The x-men are my family," Rogue said.
"Graydon's family too," Emma said with a smirk. Rogue's eyes narrowed.
"Stay out of my head," she demanded.
"So, is Victor," Emma said ignoring Rogue's comment. "And Raven," she added.
"Raven isn't on Magneto's team. She being used by Eric, same as the x-men," Rogue said. "You don't kno-"
"Food's here," Graydon said interrupting Rogue. Rogue let out a sigh as she looked up to see their waiter bring over a tray of food.
'That was fast,' Rogue thought to herself.
"Okay," Mike said slowly as he got to the table. "Waffles for you," he said as he placed the plate in front of her. "Pancakes for you," he said as he handed the plate to Graydon, "and french toast for you," he said as he placed the plate in front of Rogue. "Did you need anything else?"
"Graydon, Rogue?" Emma asked condescendingly as she looked up at Rogue.
"No, we're good," Rogue said dryly as she picked up her fork and knife.
"French toast sounds rather appetizing," Eric said. Rogue quickly glanced up to see Eric standing behind the waiter. "Another order of that," he said with a smile as he took a step closer to the table.
'Where the hell did he come from?' Rogue asked herself. She realized a moment later that she was pointing her knife straight at him. Eric looked down at her as the waiter walked away.
"My dear," he said as their made eye contact, "if you wouldn't mind," he said gesturing towards her sit.
"Yeah," she muttered as she placed the knife and fork on the table. She moved further in the booth, towards the window, giving him room to sit.
"Thank you, Anna," he said as he took off his coat. She reached over and grabbed her glass of juice. A moment later he sat down next to her, as she reached over and picked up her plate. She reached over again for her fork and knife, but found that they were both in Eric's hand. She looked up at him, again their eyes meeting.
"Can I have those?" she asked quietly.
"Of course," he said with smile as he moved his hand towards her. She reached out towards his hand and picked up the utensils out of his hand.
"Thanks" she muttered as she turned her attention to her plate, and started to cut up her toast. Rogue kept her eyes on her plate, no wanting to look or talk to any of them.
"Anna, would you mind if we shared?" Eric asked. "I'll of course return the favor once my order comes," he said.
"It will be quick, sir," Emma said. Magneto nodded towards Emma.
"Nevertheless," Eric said looking down at Rogue. With as sigh she moved her plate a few inches to the right so he could reach it. "Thank you," he said. "Syrup?" he asked. Rogue nodded. Eric reached over to one of the metal syrup pitchers on the table. Rogue watched it move a few inches on it's own, until it was in his hand. He brought it over to the plate and started to pore. "Please, tell me when to stop," he said: Rogue noted the flash of surprise in her brother's eyes when Magneto said the word 'please'. Rogue turned her gaze back to her plate as she watched the syrup pore onto their french toast.
"That's good," she uttered after a moment. He put the small pitched back on the table and picked up a fork. They both took a piece of french toast within a second of each other and had their first bites.
"Excellent choice, Anna," Eric commented. Rogue didn't comment on his statement, choosing to just eat her food. After a few bites she lifted up her glass and took a sip of her juice. "Damn," he uttered. "I forgot to order a drink," he stated.
"You want some of my juice too?" Rogue asked with attitude before she could stop herself. She saw her brother's eyes full with fear, on her behalf.
"No, no," he said offhandedly, "I wouldn't wish to inconvenience you like that," he said with a grin.
"Really?" she asked with a small smile. "Well, then I'll just go home and get out of your way," she joked.
He laughed before saying, "I rather like you in my way," as he glanced over at her.
"I've noticed," Rogue said as she picked up another piece of food with her fork. "Whole, fucking, world's noticed," she muttered before she took another bite off her fork. He chuckled.
"That's a bit of an overstatement, my dear," he said with a smile before he took another forkful of toast off her plate.
"Yeah, I know," she mumbled before she took another bit. There was something she wanted to know "...It's been an half an hour since they," she said pointing at Graydon and Emma, "came to get me. Why didn't you just wait till the meeting was over and take me yourself?" she asked before taking another bite of food.
"I thought you would like to see your brother," Eric said.
"I got another brother I'd like to see right now, but you ain't going out of your way to make that happen. There's another reason," she said before taking another sip of her drink.
"Yes, there is," Eric answered before taking another bite. She stared at him incredulously for a few moments waiting for him to elaborate
"...And?" Rogue asked as she claimed the last piece of french toast for herself.
"You tell me," Eric said.
"I'm supposed to know the answer?" she asked in disbelief, slightly annoyed.
"Yes," he answered. "Actually, it is the answer to a question you asked me earlier today," he said as they watched the waiter walk up to their table with a plate of french toast in hand. "Perfect timing," Eric said with a smile as he lifted up the plate they had just finished. The waiter placed the new dish of food in front of Magneto, then he took the old plate out of Eric's hands. "Also, I would like a cup of coffee," he said.
"And two refills please," Emma said meekly.
"I'll be back in a minute with your drinks," the waiter said as he walked away.
Meanwhile, Rogue had spent the last few moments going over the conversation she and Eric had on the way the to the cafe that morning:
"I needed certain people I can trust to do certain things, and those individuals did not come of age until this past year,"
"Who?"
Rogue pulled herself out of the memory as she looked up at Eric.
"Graydon just graduated from law school last semester," Rogue said as she noticed that he had cut the the french toast and put syrup on it.
"Correct," Eric said with a smile. "On the first guess… as usual," he said with a smile before he ate another piece of french toast. Rogue took another piece of french toast off of his plate as she thought.
"And Emma's a gifted telepath," she said as she pointed at Emma. "Of the right age and dating the correct person to be present at some political meetings. Eventually, very important political meetings," Rogue guessed.
"Go on," Eric encouraged.
"And they're probably not the only two young people you have known their whole lives," she said as he waiter came back with the drinks. Rogue stopped speaking as the waiter got to their booth. She took another bite of her food as she watched the waiter put down the cup of coffee, and refill Emma and Graydon's cups. "Or have helped at least a portion of their lives," she said as Eric took the pitcher of milk and added some to his coffee. " Probably helping or encouraging these other people to get into these positions that could be useful to you too," she guessed before she took another bite of french toast. She looked back over to Eric: he was putting sugar in his coffee.
"Why would I want that?" Eric asked as he stirred his drink, and put the spoon down
"Why wouldn't you want young telepaths completely devoted to you and your cause infiltrating the government?" she asked as she looked over at him. Rogue glanced up for a moment at her brother and Emma: both of them were staring at her in shock.
Eric smiled widely before asking, "What part of that train of thought," he started to say: pausing to take a sip of his coffee, "which was completely accurate by the way, does not qualify you as a strategist?" he asked before taking another sip of his coffee.
"I don't know," she said annoyed as Eric took another sip. "Maybe the part where I don't want to be a strategist," she said.
"That is not what you said last month," he pointed out.
"What I said last month don't count cause you were holding me against my will the entire time," she said.
"You enjoyed spending time with me then," he said.
"Yes, I enjoyed it, cause I didn't know any better... Let me ask you this, if I had finished my thought that night would be here right now?" she asked.
"Which thought are talking about? You have quite a lot of them," he said. She smiled.
"Translation, you have no idea what I'm talking about," she said with a grin.
"That is not what I said," he said as he looked down at her. She took another bite of french toast.
"But it's true," she said with a smirk.
"You question was extremely vague," he pointed out. She gave out a short laugh, before she took another sip of her drink. "When was this thought?" he asked with a sigh.
"Night of operation rebirth, after I talked to the Professor, and went back to my room," she said.
"Ah, yes," he said. "That was the night I convinced you let me assist you in gaining control over your powers," he said. He gave out a laugh. "Which part of the night are you referring to? We had a rather lengthy discussion that night,"
"I asked you what you were going to do," Rogue said. She rolled her eyes. "I mean I asked you what your counterpart was going to do," she said.
"What was my response?" he asked.
"You said 'I haven't the slightest idea... how could I?'" she quoted.
"And what did you say?" he asked.
"You couldn't know… unless," she quoted.
"Unless what?" he asked with a smile.
"Unless you were the fragment... I didn't say that out loud... I was paying attention to wrong detail," she said quietly.
"How so?" Eric asked.
"Do you remember who I sitting on at the time?" she asked. He laughed
"I understand," he said. "I distracted you with that quite often," he said with a small smirk. She replayed the conversation in her head again.
"...You encouraged me to finished the thought. Why the hell did you encourage me?" Rogue asked as she looked back up at him.
"Why did I encourage you to do the opposite of what I wanted you to do at a time where you distrusted everything I said?" he asked himself playfully. "For the life of me, I don't know what I was thinking," he said. Rogue rolled her eyes.
"Manipulative asshole," Rogue mumbled. She saw her brother's eyes widen in complete fear. As Eric started to chuckle, Graydon facial expression became one of confusion. 'Yeah, cause I'm the one who choose the wrong side,' Rogue thought to herself as she watched her brother's facial expressions. 'At least on my side we're not kept in the dark about everything, I bet they only know the what exactly what they're supposed to be doing. They probably have no idea-'
"Would you care to share those brilliant thoughts of yours?" Eric asked her. Rogue looked up at him. He met her gaze, smiling.
" Yesterday you said my knowledge was only secondary to yours. Does that include them?" she asked pointing to Graydon and Emma. She watched Emma roll her eyes.
"Yes," Eric answered. Emma's eye widened at Magneto's statement. "Anna, we are in a very unique situation. You know more about me than any other person alive, because of your powers," he said.
"You're the one who taught me how use them," she said.
"Yes, I did for many reasons. But even before you gained some control over your mental abilities you knew more than any other person. For example, you are the only person alive who knows my real name, among other details," he said.
"Wait, I thought Prof knew your- ..." she gave out a short laugh. "That's what you wanted me to think... Do you really prefer Eric?" she asked.
"Do you really prefer Rogue?" he asked.
"...Could you ever just answer a damn question?" she asked annoyed.
"Who's the captor?" he asked with a smirk.
"You, jackass... Fine," she exclaimed. He chuckled. She sighed as she gave it some thought. "I told Scott I did, but... you've been calling me Anna for months now, and I don't hate it... I guess I'm just use to Rogue. Everyone's been calling me that since I was six..." she paused to took another bite of french toast. "If I'm the only person alive who knows your real name... and I'm assuming you put it like that cause you don't want me to say you're real name out loud," she guessed.
"No, I trust both Emma and Graydon. You can call me Max if you like," he told her. "Just not in front of anyone else," he said firmly.
"I think I'll just stick to Eric: less confusing. And god forbid I have slip of the tongue," she said with false dread.
"You understand that I can not allow you to tell certain people certain facts-"
"Who is there to tell?" she asked annoyed.
"Professor Xavier," Emma said. Both Rogue and Eric looked up at her. "Any other instructor at that school," she said. Rogue raised an eyebrow at Emma's comment.
"Okay, now I'm confused. If Emma's not doing telepathic things at the institute anymore. Then what is she doing here?" Rogue asked.
"Anymore?" Eric asked. "What makes you think she was ever there to begin with?" he asked.
"There were three pods, I heard her voice over the phone that day, and when I was outside of my room you asked a woman whether I could hear either of them," she answered. Rogue noted the look of relief on her brother's face. "I assumed it was both of them in the institute last week as soon I saw Emma at the cafe," she said. "Graydon was the one fixed my wall right?" she asked.
"Yes, he was," Eric answered slowly.
" And you used that girl Blindspot cause you didn't want me to know that Emma and Graydon work for you. But because I kept finding out things you changed your plains for my captivity. Now you're encouraging me figure things out. You're answering more of my questions, with much less hesitation than last week. The fragment's gone, which means you're done punishing me,"
"Punishing you?" he asked confounded. "Leaving him with you was never about- what gave you that idea, Anna?"
"Hmm, let me think," she said with anger as she dropped her fork. "He wanted to know what it was that you were you planning and the only way to do that was to get me to go call you. He spent every moment trying to break my spirit, so I would give up hope and say yes to you. It was the worst four day of my life... God, I even wished at one point that I was dealing with you instead of him. At least you try to be nice. But I guess that was the plan wasn't it?," she asked bitterly. "Give me a dose of how bad captivity could be under you if you had no emotions for me, make me grateful for the way you do things, and then come back.. I'm so happy I don't have to deal with the unfeeling version of you, I won't attempt to attack you again.
"Anna-" he said softly, but she continued to speak.
"Well, congratulation, Eric, it worked. I'm not gonna try to attack you again. One, cause I know I can't beat you, and two, cause I really would rather deal with you than him," she finished.
"Anna... I had no idea," he said.
"Do, you honestly expect me to believe you?" she asked with a laugh in disbelief. He looked down at her before sighing.
"No, I suppose not," he said sorrowfully. "...The fragment attempted to break your spirit. How?" Eric asked.
"Taunting me mostly... He kept saying how much I preferred your company to his... He threatened- he threatened to regress all the training we'd done with my powers," she said quietly as a few tears ran down her face. "...He would never shut up," she said softly as her eyes became distant. "He- he always said that I should call you... That- that you would make me... make me safe," she whispered. "...I don't wanna relive it," she said quietly.
"You do not have too," he said as he handed her a napkin. She took it out if his hands. "I am sorry," he said sincerely.
"You're really sorry, promising me it'll never happen again," she said softly as she wiped her eyes.
"You have my word," Eric said immediately. Rogue met his gaze as she put the napkin on the table.
" ...Do you have any idea how suspicious that looks to me?" she asked, struggling to keep her voice low. "I spend four days in hell with that thing, and then you come back. Conveniently with no knowledge of what's happened to me... My protector," she said bitterly. "Keeping the big bad fragment from psychologically torturing me... It's too much, Eric," she said while shaking her head. "Too much bullshit," she said as she looked away from him, out the window. She felt his hand on her shoulder a moment later. "Don't," she uttered in disgust as she shrugged his hand off of her.
"Have you finished eating?" Eric asked gently.
"Been done for a while," she mumbled.
"I am going to take you home then," he said.
"You don't have any more meetings?" she asked as she looked over at him.
"Cancel everything," Eric said looking at Emma and Graydon.
They both nodded in his directing, saying "Yes, sir," in unison.
"Come, Anna," Eric said as he stood up. He put on his jacket. She slide out of the booth, taking her coat with her.
"Bye Gray, Emma" she mumbled as she put on her coat.
"Bye, Rogue," Graydon said quietly. Rogue turned around to see Eric behind her. "How are we getting home?" she asked as they started to walk towards the door.
"The same way we left," he said as he hand rested on the small of her back.
"Can't we take a cab or something?" she pleaded as she looked up at him. "I don't much feel like being distracted right now," she said as they walked out the front door.
"It will take longer. I will still have to fly us over the gate," he said as they walked down the street.
"Whatever," she mumbled as they walked down an alley way. He stopped once they were halfway down the alley. She stopped with him, watching him look around.
"Hold on," he said as he looked down at her. She sighed as she put her arms around his neck. She stared at his collar, trying to avoid his eyes. His hands went to her waist. He gently pulled her a little closer. She gasped slightly at the contact. She could feel his eyes staring at her as he lift them up int the air.
Tears ran down her face as she glared at the his white collar. The same white collar she had seen countless time over the past month. Her entire situation started to hit her as started to cry harder. Everything she had been through with him, everything she was feeling came to the surface as she leaned her head on his chest and cried.
It was so unfair. All she wanted to do at that moment, all she could do, was find a little release for all the emotional stress she had undergone... and the one she was forced to take solace in was the very person who had caused all of her stress.
'It's not fair,' she thought. 'None of this is...' she thought before glancing up at him. His eyes were glassy, filled with conflict. "You can't let me go, can you?" she asked.
"Not from this height, no," he uttered as he stared down at her.
"That's not what I meant," she mumbled.
"I know," he said.
"...Are you going to leave me alone when we get back to the institute?" she asked. "I'm not gonna go any where. I just wanna go to sleep. I'm tired," she whispered. She gasped as she felt one of his hands move under her legs and lift her up, until her was carrying her like a bride. "Eric," she gasped.
"Shh, get some sleep," he said.
"But-"
"I will not let you fall. You have been asleep while in my captive before, and the last time I asked you said I made a good pillow," he said with a small smile. "I can only assume-" he started to say.
"Eric, shut up," she said as she leaned against his chest, closing her eyes.
Sleep soon followed.
So, that's it! Okay, this time I really do have to finish my psy paper. So, yeah, I'll get that done, and hopefully I'll be able to update again in another two weeks or so. I don't know why but the chapters are starting to take me longer to write. Yeah this one was a little longer than the other one, but I wrote over twenty pages of this chapter before I came up with something I really liked. I think this indecisiveness on my part is being caused by the time frame we found ourselves in at this point of the story.
As you all know, I rewrote chapter 16 to people's liking, and that caused to me to rearrange the plot a bit. I'll start to write faster once Eric is done killing time, and ready to go through with his plans for Bayville next week. Still then we're stuck in this stalemate. Rogue won't say yes, Magneto can not let her go.
The next episode is only a week away in Rogue's time. How long could take me to write a week? Definitely not a year... I'm not going to do that... again... :whisles innocently:
Review time:
Crazyjess09: I'm glad you liked the last chapter! I really hope you loved this one! Sorry, there was no steamy stuff in this chapter. One of the earlier drafts of it did, but then I had to leave it out because after the third rewrite the conversation took a different turn, and they didn't end up back at the cafe like I had originally written. Sorry! Maybe next chapter I'll be able to get some of it in. Here's hoping ^.^ Thanks for the review, and I hope to here from you again!
Warrioroftheseventhstar: Thanks! I'm glad that you like that he didn't erase her memory. Yeah, he's more human in this fic, but it was also self-serving, as is pretty much everything he does. I hope you loved this chapter too! Thanks for the review, and I hope you have a great year!!! I hope to hear from you again ^.^