"You're not Duke," Nathan pointed out helpfully as they approached the familiar, battered Jeep in the airport parking lot to find Julia Carr behind the wheel.
"And you're not denying the obvious attraction between you," the brunette called through the rolled down window.
"Not anymore," Audrey said with a chuckle, hoisting her duffle bag into the trunk. Nathan stowed the suitcase they'd purchased to hold their new wardrobes and then opened the passenger door for her.
She narrowed her eyes. He needed the extra leg room far more than she did.
"Girl time," he mouthed, and she caved. She certainly hadn't expected to find Julia outside the airport – or anywhere. In her experience once someone left they didn't come back.
"Duke's at the Gull throwing some party for us, isn't he?" she guessed as she slid into the seat. "And we ruined the first one by not coming back. That's why he was so weird when I told him we were staying another week."
"I wouldn't feel sorry for him," Julia advised. "After everyone showed up most stuck around for dinner on their own dime. Probably made enough profit to pay for this party. But look surprised when you get there, all right? I wasn't supposed to say anything."
"I'm surprised to see you," Audrey said. Julia looked good – tan, relaxed – not as anxious as she'd been the last time Audrey had seen her. "It's been so long, I didn't think you were ever coming back."
Julia started the car and looked determinedly at the road. "The Troubles were over," she said as she pulled onto the highway. "Seemed like time to come home."
"We found out about your family's Trouble. Africa seems like a pretty rough place to be when you can see people's worst memories."
Julia's laugh was dry, but she didn't sound bitter. "Yeah. I only lasted about four days. Transferred to the Australia bush. Nearly as terrible medical care. A lot less genocide."
The thought of everything Julia must have seen just in four days made Audrey extremely uncomfortable. The woman was tough, but Audrey wasn't sure how anyone could be that tough. So she tried to find a lighter subject. "We broke into your house."
Julia glanced sideways with a smile. "Duke mentioned that. He knew where the key was, you know?"
"Yeah, he told us that afterwards. But you never mentioned it." They hadn't had a lot of time to bond because Julia had only been in town a few months. But there had been a few late night margarita binges where Audrey may have mentioned how attractive she found both men in her life, and Julia had never let out a peep about being involved with Duke once upon a time.
"That was a long time ago," Julia countered. She sounded more wistful than defensive. "We were different people then."
"He was pretty shaken up when you left so suddenly," Audrey told her. "As shaken as Duke gets, anyway. But he told me he didn't know what happened."
"Being on his boat when it got taken over by those poker thugs must have triggered my Trouble. Mom had warned me what was likely to happen. She sent me letters for years, telling me it would be better if I was in Haven when it did. When I came back and was fine after Mom's death I thought maybe it hadn't passed to me. But I saw something when I took Duke to the graveyard to show him the maze symbol on the tombstones."
"What did you see?"
She looked up at the rearview mirror as if to see if Nathan was listening. Audrey was sure he was, even though he'd stayed silent in the backseat.
"I saw you kill Duke's father. Except he was eight and you looked different – but it was you. And it freaked me out because if I really thought about it, I knew Mom had this friend around that time and she looked just like you. But you'd never mentioned it, and Duke didn't seem to mind that you'd killed his father right in front of him. It was too much. I didn't think I could deal with my Trouble and everyone else's. So I ran."
"Lots of people do." Nathan's voice from behind her was knowing and even. "No shame in that."
"I'm not sure that's true. You were my friends and I didn't even ask for an explanation."
"We wouldn't have had on then," Audrey said. "But we do now, if you still want one."
"Duke told me some of it. Past lives and vengeful witches and the Crocker curse. Pretty crazy."
"It's even crazier when you're living it – trust me. But it turned out all right in the end." When Audrey glanced up she could see Nathan smiling in the back.
"I'm happy for the both of you. Not at all surprised. But happy."
Julia was far too smug. "I'd barely come to town when you were here. We weren't that obvious."
"Puh-leese. I've known Nathan all his life, and never did he go around with those puppy dog eyes the way he looked at you. And you were way too fascinated with your partner for it to be platonic."
Audrey searched for a rebuttal but couldn't come up with one. She honestly hadn't been thinking of Nathan romantically at the time – not consciously anyway. She'd acknowledged his attractiveness in an objective, drunken way, but she hadn't considered doing anything about it. Their partnership had been too important. He'd been her rock and her friend, and she'd needed that more than a sleeping buddy.
She'd cared for him too much to start a relationship. Maybe Julia was on to something.
She'd never admit it.
"Isn't platonic now," Nathan piped up from the back. "That's all the matters."
"Duke was right. You're sweet. It's gross."
Audrey laughed, joy flowing out of her like a melody. She'd been worried Haven would be different, that the lightness she'd felt in Hawaii would evaporate somewhere over the ocean. But the high hadn't left her. Her new life was even more remarkable here. "You have no idea."
When Julia pulled into the Gull's parking lot the place was packed. Audrey couldn't help but think of the mostly empty lot at their reception; everyone who'd mattered had been there, but the small number had stung, somehow, even if it was only for an instant.
"Sure the party is tonight?" Nathan asked, and Audrey felt just as unsure as he sounded.
"You're the town heroes. They've all come to pay their respects." Julia threw the car into neutral and unlocked the doors. "You should get out here. I'm going to have to park down the block."
Nathan opened the door for her and she stepped into him as they watched Julia drive away. "Is this really for us?" she whispered.
He lifted her face, fingers warm and steady against her cheek, and leaned down to kiss her quickly. "Seems so. Let's go find out."
He held out his hand and she laced their fingers together.
The noise when they walked through the door was deafening. The number of people packed into the building was surely a fire code violation, and every last one of them was singing, "For they are jolly good fellows." The decorations for their reception had been tasteful. This looked like the scene of a preschooler's birthday party. Large homemade banners proclaimed messages like "Congratulations" and "Thank you Audrey and Nathan." It was like a rainbow had vomited balloons and streamers across all the walls and ceilings.
Nathan's hand tightened around hers. She had to blink tears out of her eyes, but he was beaming.
Everything she'd seen since she came to Haven, and this was the hardest to believe.
Suddenly everyone was surging toward them in an unending crowd of gratitude, thanking them for saving them from this Trouble or that, and some Audrey recognized but many she did not. Everyone wanted to say something, and Audrey found herself on the receiving end of many awkward hugs. The man whose sweat had turned toxic was particularly effusive, while his wife clutched his hand and whispered her thank you with teary eyes.
She glanced at Nathan when the couple turned away. He'd been right. Touch wasn't everything. They'd been okay.
But touch was surely something. They were no doubt better now.
Then it was Dave standing before them with a thick book bound with a blue ribbon. "The wedding photos turned out beautifully," he said. "You pick whichever ones you like and I'll get copies for you. My treat. It's the least I could do after everything you've done for this town."
Audrey untied the ribbon and opened the album. They were beautiful shots, capturing the atmosphere and the joy they'd felt on that wonderful day. Nathan looked so ecstatic in every photo she wanted to frame them all. Though she still had a soft spot for the picture Dorothy had taken at the inn.
"These are gorgeous. You're a great photographer."
"Helps when the subject matter is so agreeable." He looked at them with a straight face, but Audrey could see a gleam come into his eyes. "I do baby portraits too."
Nathan chuckled at his gall and soon she was joining in. Surely by the end of the night at least half the town would think she was already pregnant. But she didn't mind. Let 'em talk.
But then Dave stepped aside and her good mood vanished.
"I have something for you as well."
"Get out of here Vince," she warned. She hadn't been angry for more than two weeks, and now it was churning in her fiercely.
"I told you it was too soon," Dave chided. "You never can leave well enough alone."
"A family trait," Vince countered. "I've as much right to be here as anyone else. I have a gift for the happy couple. Two gifts, actually."
"We don't want anything from you," she snarled.
"At least look at it before you reach that conclusion." He handed her a book roughly the size of the one Dave had given her and she wanted to bat it away but something made her take it instead.
She opened the cover and her stomach dropped. "You have got to be kidding me." She turned page after page and her own face stared back at her from sepia photographs and yellowed newsprint in incarnations she'd never seen and a few that had become familiar. Interspersed with the photographs were handwritten notes, and it was clear from the phrasing that the Teague brothers had been the authors.
"How dare you," she seethed. "All that time I was desperate to understand who I'd been. To find some clue that could keep me here. And you had a scrapbook of my lives and never thought to tell me."
"There's nothing in there that indicates how you could stay. If we'd known that we would have told you."
She could feel a headache building in her temple. "Why now, when it doesn't even matter?"
"Because if you're anything at all like Sarah you're still curious. Knowing who you are now doesn't mean you stop wondering who you were."
She hated that she could see the truth in that.
"There's something else. This is for the both of you." He handed her a large manila envelope. She tore it open and extracted a sheet of paper. "Deed of property," she read, more flabbergasted by this gift than the last one. She handed it to Nathan with wide eyes.
"Seriously. Is this all a joke?"
"A young couple needs a place to establish themselves."
"And you just happened to have some property to unload? Did you get it through the Guard? Maybe the owners died tragically, or got run out of town."
"211 Cherrytree Lane." There was something strange about Nathan's voice as he read the address, as if it were familiar instead of just ridiculous.
"There were no Troubles involved. At least not the Haven kind. Family got behind on their payments. The bank seized the property. A developer was going to build a fancy hotel so they tore down the house. But the tourism business is fickle even when the Troubles aren't involved. Project never got off the ground."
"My mother grew up there," Nathan interjected, awe in his voice, and Audrey watched him carefully as he put the pieces together. "She used to talk about the wildflowers, and the horses in the backyard. Her parents lost it when she was fourteen."
"Garland bought it from the developers. He was going to surprise her with it. But she died before he could. Afterwards the place just reminded him of what he'd lost, so I took it off his hands. They'd both want you to have it, I think."
Nathan was looking like he might actually tear up and Audrey couldn't process it all.
"You can't just buy our forgiveness with extravagant, inappropriate gifts," she insisted. "You had our son killed by his own grandfather. That's not something a parent can just forget."
"James is fine." The old man's voice had turned to steel, and he looked younger somehow. "The Troubles forced us all to make difficult choices. I regret the pain I caused you and Lucy, and I never would have laid a hand on Sarah's son unless it was absolutely necessary. But it was necessary. I won't apologize for that. Not now that the town is free, and you with it. Keep hating me if you like, but what will that really accomplish?"
Vince left without a goodbye, and Audrey turned to Nathan, who was still staring at the deed. When he realized she was looking at him he tucked it back in the envelope.
"Do you think I should forgive him?" she asked. "Have you?"
"If he touches any part of my family again I'll kill him." There was something chillingly cavalier about Nathan's statement. Audrey's insides were still churning, but he didn't seem agitated in the slightest. "But I'm not too inclined to be angry about much of anything right now."
"I just can't get over the fact that he got away with it. He had James killed!" She could still feel Lucy's hysteria and despair, and how the woman had yearned for a vengeance she'd known she'd never get. But as she took a deep breath Lucy's rage faded. "But this is a fresh start, and I don't want to be angry anymore."
Nathan smiled, and she felt like she'd chosen correctly. "Then let it go. He lost Sarah. That's a worse punishment than anything you could do to him."
He sounded too knowing and all the chilling might have beens gripped her for just a moment. "He never had her to begin with," she said softly, reaching out to lay a hand against his upper arm. He smiled at her, and she knew that even through his sleeve he could feel it.
"Guess we better start looking for that architect," she said, needing to change the subject. Nathan was still gripping the envelope like a lifeline.
"We don't have to."
"Look on your face when you realized it was your mother's place – yeah we do."
He beamed at her as her heart flipped in her chest, and it was like they were back in paradise. She needn't have worried things would be different in Haven. They were still good. "I love you."
"I know," she said with a laugh.
"Well aren't you both tan and relaxed." Duke strode forward, shooing away a few well-wishers with a suggestion to get some more drinks. Audrey tried not to blush at Duke's words as she remembered the way Nathan had been fascinated by her tan lines, taking special care to worship the skin the sun hadn't touched. "I was starting to think you'd found some sense and were never coming back."
As soon as she got her dirty mind in check she looked at Duke and was shocked by how relaxed he seemed. He'd trimmed his hair. It was probably too short for his ponytail, but it still fell nearly to his shoulders, like he used to wear it when they first met. That trademark, shit-eating grin that had endeared him to her despite her best efforts not to befriend the town con was back in full force, and it was only now that she fully realized how strained it had been for so long. There were no shadows under his eyes or worry lines on his face.
"No such luck."
Duke pulled a face at Nathan's jovial tone and leaned toward Audrey conspiratorially. "Did he get hit on the head with a coconut or something?"
"Nope. He just discovered a new emotion. Happiness."
"Seems to be a lot of that going around, actually."
"I can see that." Her eyes scanned around the crowded bar. Everyone had backed off to let Duke talk to them privately, but there was still a queue waiting to offer their congratulations.
Duke nodded toward a table in the back that was overflowing with wrapped packages. "Julia registered you at a few places. I'm not sure how all that domestic stuff works. But I figured, why the hell not. Married couples love free stuff, right?"
There was so much free stuff it was a good thing they'd soon be building another house.
"How'd you get everyone here?" Nathan asked.
"That was the easy part. Haven't you been listening? You're the town heroes. And it's about damn time. Audrey's been sacrificing herself for this town for centuries, and finally they appreciate it."
Gratitude welled up in her so fiercely she surged forward and hugged Duke. "Thank you," she said, burying her head in his chest.
He stood woodenly in her embrace, and after a few seconds he cleared his throat. "You're welcome. But Aud – you might want to let go or your husband might skewer me."
"No he won't," Nathan said without a trace of jealousy or disapproval.
Audrey stepped back with an awkward chuckle and swiped at the tears on her cheeks. She hadn't thought that she cared what the town thought. But after months of being a pariah and centuries of being unappreciated their gratitude and acceptance overwhelmed her. "This is one of the nicest things anyone's ever done for me."
"Don't mention it. Really, don't mention it."
"Duke Crocker," Nathan said with a grin. "A big softie. Who knew?"
"Now that would be mean except you sound so happy. I don't know how to deal with that."
"You'll have to get used to it."
She'd never get tired of her boys getting along. "Quite some decorations you've got here," Audrey pointed out.
"Sophie did most of them," Duke explained. "The Benton girls have been here a lot while Sasquatch has been out retrieving people from the Guard safe houses. Then Ginger came by this morning and they decided they wanted to fill up every balloon in Haven."
"Uncle Duke to the rescue again," she teased.
"I can't help it if children are charmed by me."
She shook her head indulgently. "Mmmhmmmm. Speaking of which, now that the Troubles are over, have you thought about seeing Jean?"
He reacted too quickly not to have thought about it, and it wasn't shock that flashed across his face, it was pain. "Don't think that's a good idea. She's got a family now, and even with the Troubles gone there's no need for the kid to know what kind of freakshow she came from."
"Take it from someone who knows. One day she's going to find out she was adopted, and she's going to wonder where she came from. It'd help to know her father didn't give her up willingly." She would have given anything to find out that was the case in her own life.
"It's not like I was ready to raise her even if she wouldn't have killed me."
"You would have done right by her. You still can." She was absolutely certain of that.
Their eyes locked in a staring contest, and she saw the man beneath the confident persona he projected, who was vulnerable and unsure that he was any better than the crook he pretended to be. But she didn't share his doubts, and he blinked first. "I'll think about it."
"Good. Have you seen James?"
Duke grew even more somber, sending a spike of panic straight to her heart. "What's happened?" she demanded. "Where is he?"
"Colorado," Duke answered after a heavy breath.
Devastation crashed over her like a wave. How could he simply be gone, without a goodbye or a word of warning? But she should have known. Of course he'd go back there. He'd had a family and a life there and with her and Nathan gone that was nothing tying him here.
"I thought he'd be back by now. He called last week and I told him you were staying till today. He said he'd check in before you got back – but he didn't."
"You okay?" Nathan asked, his hand a gentle and soothing weight on her shoulder, but she wasn't, and a caress and some uncomfortable PDAs weren't going to change that.
"I need some air," she croaked. "Don't follow me." She backed out of his reach and tried to find a path through the crowded bar, hot tears leaking unchecked from her eyes.
She'd lock herself in the bathroom, cry this out where no one could see, and then pull herself together enough to go back out there and make it through the night. Wasn't like he was dead. She and Nathan could go to Colorado and visit him there. Wouldn't be the same, but they'd make do.
It still hurt like hell.
She was so focused on making her escape she didn't notice when she crashed right into someone.
"Sorry," she stuttered, trying not to catch the person's eye so they wouldn't see she was a mess.
His arm reached out to steady her, preventing an easy getaway. "Audrey. I was looking for you."
She looked up into a familiar face. "Oh," she squeaked, searching for a name that wouldn't come.
"Will Brady," he said. "I was in a coma—"
"I remember you," she assured. "I'm just terrible with names." She swiped her hand across her eyes, trying to be discrete, but there was no way he didn't notice something was off. "You're awake."
"I've been awake for almost two years now. That's thanks to you. My sister said they were about to pull the plug when some crazy blond convinced them I was still in there."
"Crazy blond? That sounds about right," she said wryly, her misery fading a bit at the sight of someone else she'd saved.
"I went to look for you as soon as I got out of the hospital. But no one could tell me where you were. It was like you'd just disappeared."
"Yeah." She huffed out a breath. "All that stuff about doing what you have to to save lives and fighting fate – let's just say it hit a little close to home."
"But you're back now. And you didn't just save me. They say you saved the whole town."
She pushed her hair out of her face. "Guess I did."
"When I heard about the party I wanted to come say thank you. Because I wasn't ready to leave. And this life I came back to has been a pretty good one."
"I'm so glad."
"The shirt worked you know. I got married a couple of months ago." He held up his left hand where a gold band glistened.
She held up her hand. "Me too."
"Heard about that too," he said knowingly. "To that partner of yours."
She groaned. "Was I that obvious?"
"You were pretty off kilter, raving about serial killers. But you were very concerned that your partner wasn't conscious."
She thought back to that moment and how much she'd wanted to stay, even though she'd already resigned herself to leaving. She and Nathan were finally talking again and she'd just wanted to hold on and never let go.
She could do that now. "Guess I was pretty far gone, even then."
"I'm happy for you both. But there is something I've been wondering."
"What?"
"Did you ever catch the man who killed Erin?"
That still hurt, even now. Claire should have been here to celebrate with them. She would have been delighted. Audrey nodded. "She can't hurt anyone ever again."
"She? It was a man."
"Yeah. I know it looked like a man. But the entire town was in your coma. This is Haven. Things aren't always what they seem."
"But she paid for what she did?"
"Yes," Audrey assured. "Erin got justice. All the victims did."
Will nodded. "Good. Thank you for that. I'll let you be then. But I'd like you to meet Elizabeth sometime. She had plans today. But maybe you and that partner of yours can have drinks with us one night."
"I'd like that. I'd like that a lot."
"See you around, Audrey Parker."
She laughed, because she remembered how he'd teased her for saying that but this time it was actually true and they both had long lives ahead of them and it was glorious. "This time you will, Will Brady."
He smiled at her and slipped away, and she realized the need to flee left with him. She'd be all right. She had Nathan and she had a life and they'd straighten things out with James somehow. She turned back to look for Nathan and found her son approaching her instead.
Her breath caught in her throat. "Sorry I'm late," he said tentatively. He was wearing dark slacks and a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His face was more somber than normal, but he was here.
She threw her arms around his neck with a sob and held on tight.
"Okay," he said shakily, his arms coming around her after a few seconds. "Hello to you too."
"You're here."
"Yeah." He was speaking slowly like she was a spooked animal. "Is everything okay? The honeymoon wasn't bad, was it?"
"God no." Her hitched laugh sounded more like a choked gasp, and she pulled away but still kept him at arm's length. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm such a wreck today. All the town came out for this party and then you were gone and I haven't really gotten much sleep—"
"Stop there, please."
"Sorry." She took a deep breath. He looked so concerned, and she didn't want that. "We came back and you were gone and I just thought—"
"Mrs. Cogan's funeral was this morning." That explained the suit and the sad eyes.
"I'm so sorry." She reached out and grabbed his hand, the long fingers cool under her own.
"I knew she was bad off. You and Dad both told me that. But I wanted to see her, and I figured I might as well go while you were gone."
She squeezed his hand, unable to stop herself from imagining the pain he must be in. June had been in a bad way when she'd visited her, and that had been years ago. She couldn't imagine seeing someone she loved so old and broken. Duke's rapid-aging Trouble had freaked her out, and she'd barely known him then. If something like that happened to Nathan now it might break her.
"I think the Alzheimer's might have made things easier. Most of the time she didn't remember that she'd thought I died. She was just so glad to see me."
"James." It wasn't fair what life had done to her son. First his wife and now his mother, and she didn't know how to fix it for him. What kind of words could provide any real comfort?
"It's okay," he said, squeezing her hand back, and what was most surprising was that it sounded like he meant it. "She's at peace now. She got to see me before the end, and I think that meant the world to her."
"But how are you?"
"I'm doing all right." She must have looked skeptical, because he repeated himself. "I really am. I lost them a long time ago. At least I got to say goodbye. She passed away in her sleep on Wednesday. I was able to put her affairs in order while I was waiting for the funeral. I wanted to be back before the party started but this was the first flight I could catch."
"So when do you go back?" she asked tentatively. She dreaded the answer, but she needed to know.
"There's nothing left for me there but memories," he said. "I figure it's time for a fresh start. And from the way you were clinging to me earlier I guess you wouldn't mind if I made it here."
She had to restrain herself from embracing him again. "I'd love that," she swore. "Nathan and I both would."
He looked beyond her and Audrey followed his gaze to where Nathan was leaned against the bar, talking animatedly at Duke. As if he could feel her eyes on him he glanced over to her. A slow smile stole across his face, which released butterflies in her stomach and settled somewhere in her heart.
"He said he'd take me fishing when you guys got back."
"He told me about that," she said. "This whole situation's weird, but he wants to be a father to you."
"Think he'd come to Africa with us?"
She thought of Lucy and James in the Barn, on the fabricated savannah, contemplating love and life. They could have real adventures now. They'd chosen to come back to this town, but they weren't trapped there anymore.
"For the two of us? I think that man would follow us anywhere." She was certain of it. Nathan Wuornos may have never once contemplated leaving the continent, but he'd never say no if they asked. "But since you and I have a few identity issues that might make it a little hard to get a passport, maybe we should start with a skiing trip."
"I'd bet Duke could get us some papers."
"That is exactly what your father said," she said with a laugh.
Nathan chose that moment to approach as if he'd been summoned, carrying three extraordinarily pink drinks. "Apparently the Troublebreaker is the official cocktail of this party." He handed one to James and Audrey and then leaned toward his son. "Duke insisted, but if we give these all to her and pretend we drank them I'll go and get us some beers."
"Trying to get me drunk, Wuornos? If these are anything like the ones from our bachelor party by the time I have three I'll be totally sloshed."
"The way Duke's handing them out to the entire bar I'm sure they're watered down."
Audrey took a sip. It was just as sweet as she remembered, but it was missing most of its kick. "Yeah, definitely a lot less rum."
"So, everything okay over here?" Nathan asked.
"Perfect," she assured. "James and I were just discussing taking a family trip."
"I've grown rather fond of trips," he said, and the affectation in his voice made her laugh.
"Don't mind your father," she said, turning to James. "He thinks he's funny now."
"I am funny now," he said with mock indignity. "I've always been funny. You were just too uptight to notice."
"I noticed." It may have been masked in stoicism, but she'd always appreciated his dry wit.
"So are there any family friendly stories from Hawaii, or are they all going to leave me bleeding from my ears?"
"I think we can come up with a few."
"Let's find a table," Nathan suggested. They shared plenty of stories, even though they were interrupted throughout the night by various Havenites. Every account of a Trouble cured or a family reunited made her giddier than the drinks Duke kept plying her with. The joy in the room was contagious, and she'd never heard so much laughter. Duke didn't flinch when half the people on the dance floor had Guard tattoos. Audrey could barely contain herself when Sophie dragged Dwight into the center of the room and stood on his feet as he swayed with the music. She had never seen the giant man so content. Duke seemed rather content himself when Julia pulled him onto the floor.
But the best view was surely from Nathan's arms. He spun her slowly, his body so tantalizingly close even as she watched the rest of the world move on around them. "Some homecoming, huh, Parker?" he whispered in her ear, and the sound shot straight through her and weakened her knees, but his arm at her waist kept her steady.
She knew then that they'd made the right choice coming back. Because Hawaii had been paradise, and she'd never trade those memories for anything. But here, now, surrounded by friends and family, the town whole and elated around her, she knew she wasn't living some unsustainable fantasy.
This was unquestionably real.
We're nearing the end now folks. Two short epilogues to go. I'd love to know what you think.
And thanks to the guest reviewer who reminded me about Jean's existence. I'd completely forgotten about that.