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I do not own Sym-Bionic Titan. If I did, it wouldn't have been cancelled due to lack of merchandise.

Hey guys! I'm officially obsessed with My Chemical Romance… too bad they broke up… *sob*. I'm listening to 'Teenagers' right now, and I love it- it's so true for my high school sometimes, gosh… I've got the music so loud I bet the girl next to me can hear it, lol.

So, this chapter mainly focuses on Amy and her history. It might even include some of her and Andre, it depends. Anyway, read, REVIEW, and enjoy!

Chapter 14

Andre yawned. "That was delicious, Newton. Thanks."

"You are welcome", the robot replied in his usual monotone.

Andre looked around, curious. "Where's your dad? Mr. Lunis?"

The Galalunians looked at each other nervously. "He's, um, on a business trip. He'll be back in about a week."

"Oh."

After Andre helped with the dishes, he bid them good-bye and drove home (he was, after all, a senior- he had his own car). Once his car was out of view, Amy came back inside and plopped down on the couch. "Phew", she sighed. "Earth parties sure are…" Amy couldn't find a word to describe it.

Lance laughed. "Yeah. It takes a while to get used to this planet, and you have only been here for a little over a week now."

"Of all the planets I've been to", Amy muttered, "Earth is by far the strangest."

Lance blinked. "All the planets…? You mean Galaluna?"

Amy laughed. "Yes, Galaluna… as well as Ryoch, Arnos, and of course, Mutrad."

They stared at her, mouths agape. "Wait… what?" asked a dumbstruck Ilana.

The young girl laughed again. "What, you guys were never curious about where I was before I returned back to Galaluna to fight in the war?"

The robot, corporal, and princess all looked at each other in astonishment. It had never really occurred to them- or, at least, their minds had been occupied with other thoughts. "Well, we are now", said Newton.

Amy smiled. "Well, now that you're curious, I have a feeling you're going to make me tell you the story."

The three nodded, and sat down to listen to her story with some dessert.

-o-o-o-

Amy started. "So, the day that those men took me-" Lance tensed, and his sister put a hand on his shoulder. He relaxed a bit, and she continued. "The day they took me…"

I sat there, crying quietly. Stop it, I told myself. He's probably going through what the grown-ups call pub- puber- puberty? I dried my eyes and laughed a little. I couldn't be sad- Mom never liked it when I cried. I sighed and went into the kitchen. I would bake Lance an apology cake for when he got home.

I was getting out the eggs when I heard the crash. I tensed as I walked into the living room and found the window broken. "Hello, is anyone the-" Suddenly she was seized from behind, and a rough hand was clasped over her mouth.

"Well, what do we have here", said a rough voice. Then, to someone else, they barked: "It thought you said this place was empty."

"I thought it was", replied another man, nervously. "I suppose we can take her as hostage."

My mind was racing. Lance had recently taken to martial arts, and he would teach me what he had learned. Reflecting back on this, I grabbed the attacker's forearm, wrestled out from under it, and flipped up the his elbow. I heard a satisfying crunch, and managed to punch him in the face and kick him in the groin before the other man caught me. I managed to kick him in the same area too, and to kick his shin before he was able to hit me. I groaned, and swung around blindly through my swelling eye, but one of the men had restrained me and the other bound my arms forcefully behind my back. I could hear them groaning in pain, and with satisfaction spit in one of the men's face. He slapped me.

"She's a feisty one", he said with a mix of what I thought might be amusement and distaste. The other one nodded. The whole time they ransacked my house, I kept trying to escape, but failed. I could feel my insides throbbing, and was growing weaker.

Just as we were leaving, I saw Lance and dad running up to me. Then I felt the barrel of a gun being pressed against my head, and heard the safety catch flip. Lance stopped, terrified. I composed myself for him. I knew he probably couldn't hear me, but I whispered, "It'll be fine."

Anger filled his face and I almost laughed, though I don't know why. Perhaps I was becoming hysterical. The man holding me shoved me into a pod, and as the door closed I could see the desperation written across the face of my brother. As the door closed, I thought to Lance, I love you.

I must have passed out, because I woke up in a small cell with every part of me throbbing. A concrete room, and for many hours I sat in there, pounding the wall and screaming for help. The men told me to shut up when they forced my food and water through a small opening in the door, and I collapsed on the floor in tears. Silent tears, of course- I wouldn't let my captors have the satisfaction of knowing that they almost broke me. Almost.

Because, after a while, I realized crying wouldn't help anything. I looked down at my wrist. Dirt was caked over it, but there was still a small picture that we had drawn that morning- or was it yesterday morning, now?- on my wrist. Two smiley faces, one with long black hair and one with short red hair. Us. And right then, I vowed that whatever it took, I would find him again. That I would find a way back to my big brother. I started planning.

Each time they gave me my food, they shoved a new metal tray through the door. I devised a plan, and sharpened one of them to a point as quietly and as quickly as I could for the next few days. About a week or so from when I was kidnapped, one of them came in to get me- and I was ready. Steeling my heart against everything good I had ever known, I threw the point at the man's head…for Lance... But it only hit his leg. Howling, he fell to the ground, but before I could escape, his partner came to his aid and caught me. He punched me in the ribs and bound me before tending to his partner who, regrettably, lived. They shoved me back in the pod, and we traveled for a few hours to an abandoned lot. There we waited for another hour, and my confusion was alleviated when the taller one with brown hair and eyes told me in a sickly sweet voice, "Well, honey, I guess your daddy doesn't love you. The richy-rich scientist couldn't pay a measly 1,000 for your life. How pathetic."

There my heart sunk through my feet. Dad…. I was filled with a burning resentment, and as the man led me back to the pod, I was shaking with anger. I was eventually put back in my cell while they decided what to do with me, and my last meal was my savior. My captors were bigger idiots than I originally thought, because they continued feeding me my meals on metal plates- only one meal. Knowing I wouldn't have any time to sharpen it, I waited until the tall one- the one who I hadn't hit in the leg- came through the door. So stupid… he didn't even have his gun or any form of protection. I hit him across the head so hard it bent the tray, and sprinted for the exit. I made it out into a large field, and didn't stop running until I passed out.

I woke up on a sofa. I sat up quickly, but fell back down clutching my ribcage. Dammit. A pretty young woman appeared in the doorway to a kitchen, and seeing me awake, rushed to my side, and called to someone in the other room: "Tod, honey, she's awake! Bring the broth, dear!"

I tried to get off the sofa and run, but didn't get very far before I passed out again, the woman barely catching me. When I regained consciousness again, the woman was putting a warm cloth over my head. "Shhh," she said soothingly. "I'm Kate, and this is my husband Tod." She gestured to a man on a recliner, who got up to bring me a bowl of steaming broth. "We found you in our field. You've been unconscious for three days. What happened?"

I looked at them warily. Knowing it was probably a stupid question, I asked them, "Can I trust you?"

The woman- Kate- looked at me with sadness in her eyes. "Oh, honey… of course you can."

I sighed, and told them my story. By the time I was done, both of them had tears in their eyes. I sipped my broth, exhausted. "Poor thing", Kate whispered. Tod just shook his head.

I got out from under my covers on the couch. "Thank you very much for your hospitality, but I really must be going", I said tiredly.

The couple looked at me in alarm. "To where, young'un?" Tod asked.

"Home. I live near the capital- would you be so kind as to give me directions?"

Kate brightened. "Oh, we only live about an hour away from the capital. Don't worry, honey, we'll have you home in no time."

I thanked them, and they helped me hobble into their old pod. Once we were all settled, Kate in the back seat next to me, Tod said, "Off to Averanda."

My blood ran cold. I had just started taking geography in school, and if my assumption was correct…

"But, I live near the capital", I whispered.

Kate looked at me in confusion. "Averanda is the capital…"

"The capital of Ryoch," I stated, dreading what was coming.

Tod looked at me. "We are on Ryoch."

I passed out again, and when I awoke I told Kate and Tod my home was on Galaluna. They looked at me sadly. "So far from home", Kate murmured.

"Well, that'll be a problem", said Tod, frowning. "Here on Ryoch, they have a culture check at the interplanetary airports. Even regular citizens find them hard to pass, so you…."

And that was how it was arranged that I would stay with the couple until they taught me everything I needed to know to clear customs. Unfortunately, though, Ryochian customs wasn't my only problem. I never did discover how I ended up at Ryoch- how my captors transferred me, or whatever- because to get from Galaluna you had to pass through Arnos and Mutrad… and you had to clear their customs, too. I nearly passed out again, but Kate was originally from Arnos, and Tod had been to Mutrad before, so they agreed to help me pass those exams as well. I was overwhelmed by their kindness. However, these things were not easily learned, and there were many other factors to think of. Not having any children yet, they both worked, and even though I had been through a lot (and was very mature for my age), they couldn't just leave me alone during the day… so they'd enroll me in school. Either way, it would help me learn more about Ryoch. So, for the next five years, I went to school and would come 'home' to a lesson about the culture of three different planets. Despite my efforts not to for fear of getting too attached, I made several friends. There was Kristina and Kelly, and Brandon, too (and others, but these were the main three). Of the three I was particularly close to Kelly, and we did many things together when I had time. She would always ask why I was so busy, and I would tell her about my studies. When she asked why I was doing those studies, I would tell her I had to get to Galaluna, but I didn't really learn to trust her until my second year on Ryoch. Then I told her about my predicament, and she vowed to help me get home and find Lance again. I eventually told Kristina and Brandon, too, but my first friend that wasn't Lance was Kelly. We became sisters.

When I had to leave, what I had feared would happen did- I wasn't sure that I wanted to leave. I had great friends, two people who loved me as parents, and a great life- but I managed to leave, because I knew if I didn't then I would never see Lance again. My goodbye was tearful- Kelly gave me a sturdy friendship bracelet, Kristina and Brandon pitched in to buy me a beautiful ring (their parents helped them), and Kate and Tod gave me a 'daughter' necklace. That made me cry. The second year I was there, Kate became pregnant, and when the baby daughter was born, Kate and Tod asked me to be her sister. That brought me to tears, and my unofficial sister, Brenda, was perhaps the hardest to leave. She was crying and asking why I had to leave, why couldn't I stay. I gave her a stuffed animal of a caterpillar, her favorite animal, and told her to be good while I was gone. So, on that planet, I gained two sisters and a family. When I Ryoch, I vowed that one day I would return with Lance to say hi, so I could be with my whole family one day. I had come to love Ryoch, and the only thing I loved more was my big brother. The day I left, we got a stranger at the airport to take a picture of my family and friends.

I stayed on Arnos for a little over a year. I had small problems at customs, but a wonderful old woman named Maya took me in for the year. Arnos also spoke a different language, and while Kate taught me the basics, Maya helped me become fluent. I was ten by then, and I enrolled in sixth grade for the year I was there and made a few new friends, my favorites being Alexei and Kevin. Maya insisted that I call her 'Grandma', which was nice since my actual dad, Edward, had run away from home, and my biological mom, Rachel, well… her family disowned her after marrying Edward, so I never really had a grandmother or grandfather or any aunts or uncles or cousins. Maya would constantly tease me about Kevin and Alexei, saying that I loved them. I told her that love was irrational. That goodbye from Arnos was painful, too. Maya took me to get my ears pierced (it was customary on Mutrad to had pierced ears, boys and girls both), and the boys took me on a good-bye date and each gave me a pair of earrings. It hurt to leave them, too.

Mutrad… was different. By the time I got there, I was eleven, and Mutrad is not a nice place for a child. I was taken in by an orphanage before I got the chance to explain that I was supposed to go to Galaluna. Schooling on Mutrad is… different. Instead of learning history and math and grammar, the Mutraddi feared knowledge and instead taught war. I turned out to be an exceptional strategist, and was recruited at the age of twelve. I hated the disorder and brutality, and I couldn't reveal to anyone that I was Galalunian- the two planets had a peace treaty, but also a rivalry. Mutrad also spoke a different language than either Galaluna or Arnos. The only friend I made there was a small girl named Jessica, but I had to leave her when I was recruited. She was so miserable, though, that I vowed that when I got back to Galaluna I would come back and save her.

Eventually, I did reach Galaluna. I made my way to where I used to live…and my disappointment upon reaching an empty house nearly crushed me. I was depressed for weeks, until someone- I don't remember who- told me my father had died. I felt only a little remorse at his passing, remembering his refusal to pay ransom to save my life. I resolved to go to the palace and ask the King about Lance, as I remembered that he had close ties with Edward, but right as I was about to meet him- literally, ten minutes prior- the Mutraddi invaded. I couldn't help wondering how, being in the Mutrad army, I didn't know about their invasion plans. But, then again, I hadn't even known that Modula was alive.

I rushed into the palace. About two hours after the invasion, I saw a flash in the sky and looked up to see what appeared to be a comet streaking away from Galaluna. What was that, I wonder…I didn't have any more time to contemplate it as I was occupied with the battle raging in the palace. I went up to the soldier distributing arms and held out my hand. He looked at me skeptically, and I steeled my face. He was still unsure, and told me, "Yeah, right, kid. Go find your parents; they're probably worried about you."

I could feel the fury light up my face as I said in in a dangerously low voice, "My parents are dead. I've spanned three planets and left behind people I loved to find my brother, and I don't even know if he's alive right now. I've almost killed people before, and the only reason they're not dead was because I knew how not to kill them. Do I look like I'm Mutraddi to you? I'd hate to have to rip that gun from your hands." The soldier still hesitated a bit, and I growled out, "I'm Edward's daughter. Lance was my BROTHER, goddamn it!" The soldier looked at me in astonishment. Apparently my big brother had made a name for himself in the Royal Guard.

"You're Lance's sister?!" I rolled my eyes at his incredulous expression and grabbed the gun. As I ran to the front lines, I thought I heard him say, "Yup, Lance's sister, all right…"

I took my place next to a soldier with blond hair and a long nose, switched my gun to rapid fire, and pulled the trigger, yelling my head off. When my ammunition ran out, I snatched about 20 magazines from the person supplying ammo, jammed one into the machine, and repeated the process. I could feel the other soldiers' eyes on me, staring, but I didn't care. I shot the Mutraddi for everything that had happened within the past nine years. I shot them as if they were the men who took me. I shot them as if I could be back with Lance if I did, and I shot them as if they were the day my father failed to pay for my life. I shot them for all my hate… which was a lot. And in remembering my hate, I remembered why I couldn't- hate, that is. I remembered that fateful day…when I first met the princess….

*begin flashback* Right after Mom died, I met her… in the market. She was lost- she had wandered away from her guards, but I didn't know that at the time. All I knew was that she was a lost and scared girl (given, a well-dressed lost and scared girl), about two years older than I, who didn't know where she was. I was there with Lance, and he was off buying apples. We were going to meet up in an hour at the flagpole. I approached the girl, who was crying, curled up in a ball in the middle of the walkway. "Hey", I asked her, "What's wrong?"

"I-I" she gulped, and couldn't finish.

"C'mon, let's get you out of the traffic", I told her, helping her to the side of the street.

"Th-thank you", she hiccupped. "I- I got separated from my daddy, and I don't know where to find him."

"Oh, that's easy", I said. The girl looked up at me in surprise, and wiped the tears from her eyes. "Where did you get separated, and what does he look like?" After a moment: "Oh, by the way, I'm Amy."

"I'm Ilana", said the girl. She told me that she last saw her daddy near the apple cart, and that he was very tall, with white hair styled like hers, and bulky with a deep voice. As we went off to look for her dad, we talked to each other. I told her about Lance, and how much fun we had, and how much I loved him. She seemed amazed at how much I loved my brother, and as she asked me questions about him, she became happy. Eventually, I asked her where her mom was, if she was looking for her dad, and Ilana became very sad.

"My mommy left me and daddy", she said, looking down. When she looked back up, though, she was smiling. "But we're fine."

I was agape. I knew what it was like to lose your mother- it was painful, it was agonizing, it was surreal. It wasn't something you could easily accept. And here was Ilana, totally fine with it. "How are you fine with that? I've lost my mom too, how can it ever go away?"

Ilana sighed sadly, oddly mature for her age. "It's not fine, and it never goes away. But you learn to deal with it, and you know what?"

"What?" I asked, curious.

She looked at me straight in the eyes and said the wisest words ever said by a six-year-old. "It doesn't do any good to hate, or resent, or regret. No matter what happened that was bad, there's nothing you can do about it now. Whatever happens, you have to accept that and make the best out of it. If you become sad because of something, that doesn't do any good. Just find the good things everywhere, and life will become a lot easier." Ilana suddenly saw her dad and ran up to him. "Daddy!"

A tall, muscular man turned around, and the worry on his face turned to relief as he scooped up his daughter. There were men by his side with pointy sticks, and they suddenly pointed them at me, as I was the one with Ilana last. I cowered in the dirt as they approached me, and started to cry. Suddenly Lance was there in front of me, shouting at the men to leave me alone. Suddenly, Ilana and her dad seemed to notice what was happening.

"No!" Screamed Ilana to the men. "Stop it! She helped me find daddy!"

"She's right, stop that at once", the dad ordered, and the men stood down. Lance helped me up and asked me if I was okay. I said I was, and Lance, being protective as he was, started yelling at the guards.

"WHAT THE HECK?! WHY WERE YOU SCARING MY SISTER?!" I tried to calm him down, but to no avail. Suddenly Ilana's father seemed to recognize us.

Astonished, he asked us, "Lance? Amy?"

Lance's attention turned to the man, and as his eyes widened, he bowed. "Curtsy, it's the king", he whispered to me. I curtsied, and it dawned on me that Ilana was the princess. The King put her down and she rushed over to us. "Sorry about that", she giggled, and the King apologized as well. Lance, for some reason, started to blush and became mute.

"It's fine, they were just protecting you – after all, you are the princess", I told her, and she turned to Lance.

"So, you're Amy's brother?" Lance nodded. "You know, she really loves you a lot. Be good to her, she's really nice." With that, the princess gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and bounded back to her amused father. Lance was still standing there dumbstruck when they left, waving. His face looked like it was on fire, and he was stuttering as I dragged him home with the apples. That day, I gave Ilana her dad, and she gave me wisdom that I would use for the rest of my life. *end flashback*

I stopped yelling while shooting, and dissipated my hate, but I didn't take my finger off the trigger. The men next to me watched as I became mute and composed, and took to head-shotting the invading monsters. Soon they were pushed out of the palace, and I helped the army push them out of the capital, as well. Somewhere along the way I donned a Royal Guard uniform, and while I sustained multiple injuries, I kept fighting- not for hate, but for love and hope and inspiration. For Lance and Mom and Ilana and her dad. For Galaluna. When the fighting was over, I dropped the overheated weapon- my fifth now- to the ground, its barrel still smoking. Panting, I felt them still staring at me. I looked up, and grinned. "What, never seen a young teenage girl slaughter Mutraddi with a rapid-fire machine gun before?" They laughed, hysterical, probably due to exhaustion. One of them approached me.

"I hear you're Lance's sister." It was more of a statement than a question, as if he had seen enough of me to know the answer.

"I guess he's made a name for himself in the Guard?" The men nodded. "Funny, he was so set on becoming a scientist, like dad…" I tensed a little, and the others backed off. I relaxed and looked at them with humor. "…..He developed a temper, didn't he?"

The blonde one with the long nose that I had fought beside laughed. "I'd say so. Worst of the Guard. He's infamous for it." He stuck out his hand. "Baron."

I shook it. "Amy." Suddenly, there was a huge hand on my shoulder. It whirled me around right as I was about to flip him. When I saw who it was, I was glad I didn't. The Kind stood there staring at me in astonishment.

"Amy…" he pulled me into a hug, and I thought I heard him say something like, "Both of them in a couple of hours", but I wasn't sure. It was my fourteenth birthday.

From there, I was kept close to him. The next day there was a situation where I proved my worth as a strategist- and intel on how the Mutraddi army worked. When General Collins died, the King pulled a few strings and got me to fill his place. I started to train soldiers, and they turned out to be phenomenal. For the year I was there, I settled into military life as easily as anything. But… I never worked up enough courage to ask about Lance, and no one told me. I was too afraid that I'd find out he was dead, that my journey was for nothing. I knew that he had been put in the Academy as a child, and had had a tough time. When I heard that was mainly due to Baron, in my anger I drew my knife on him when only we were around. Baron had just smiled and admitted his mistake…. He told me about Lance, and I put away my knife. We became close friends. The King and I also became close- he confided in me often, and I knew him better than anyone else in the Guard. I eventually was able to send a rescue party (small, as to not attract attention) to Mutrad to rescue Jessica from that orphanage, but I never go to see if she was saved- one night in the early morning the King had called me in…

"Apparently it runs in the family, as your brother really was perfect for the task."

My heart rushed, nearly bursting. I didn't bother to push down the tears that rose to flood my eyes. "Lance?..." It didn't matter that he had changed. He was alive…. And he was Lance.

I had finally fulfilled my vow. I'm making my way back to you.

The story had taken a while, about two hours. It was almost eleven now, and they all sat on the sofa, staring at her like they had done so many times in the past week. Amy laughed at their faces. "Drama, drama, I know." Lance's face was slightly tear-streaked, along with Ilana's, and was trying to process it all. Of course the robot wanted to make it as awkward as possible, though, so he turned to Lance and Ilana and said: "You two kissed?" and, turning to Lance: "And you flushed?"

They both blushed. "Please, Octus, we were six", said Ilana, to Lance's inward disappointment. Dammit, why couldn't he remember that?!

Lance looked in astonishment at his sister. "So, let me get this straight: You were kidnapped, escaped two grown men, gained sisters and friends across three other planets besides Earth and Galaluna, learned to different languages, became a General, made friends with my old worst enemy, and fought on the front lines of battle to push the Mutraddi out of the capital within ten years."

Amy nodded, though a part of her brain registered with satisfaction the way Lance said his old worst enemy- as in, not anymore. Baron must have talked to him in Lance's holo-message.

Lance just shook his head. "Man… you're amazing."

She laughed. "No, just determined. And I finally found you." They smiled. Ilana was watching this and marveled at their bond- it was closer than anything she had ever seen, ever.

"But…." Amy sighed, sadness in her eyes.

"What?" Lance asked anxiously.

She looked up. "After all that, what happened to them?" Seeing the confusion on their faces, she clarified: "To Kate and Tod, my parents? To Kelly and Brenda, my sisters? To Kristina and Brandon, my close friends? Kevin and Alexei, my boy friends? To Maya, my grandmother, and to Jessica, that small little frightened girl in the Mutraddi orphanage?" Amy looked down, her voice becoming smaller and smaller. Lance looked at her sadly. Ilana walked over to her on the recliner and gave Amy a hug.

"….wait." Amy's head snapped up. She hardly dared to hope, but… "Octus, did the King upgrade your software?"

"..yeess?" The robot wasn't sure where this was going.

Amy sat up, and said in her clearest voice, "Activate inter-planetary message device system."

Suddenly Octus began whirring and buzzing. He said, "Message open. Please type message, enter coordinates, and hit 'send'." Then, after a pause, the robot said: "Whoah. I didn't know I could do that."

Amy sprang to the keyboard, but controlled herself and turned to Ilana. "I believe you would like to send your father a message?" The princess grinned happily and started typing.

The rest of the night was sent sending messages and pictures. Octus expected the messages would be there by morning. Even Lance sent one, to Baron.

That day was one they would remember for a long time. Amy's fifteenth birthday, Andre's first (but definitely not last) appearance at their house, Amy's eagerness to include him, Lance's resistance to it, Ilana's advice to him, Amy's history, and the interplanetary e-mail- way faster than AT&T or Verizon or Sprint or T-Mobile or any of those- or all of them combined. They went to bed exhausted but content, ready for school the next day- and ready for a response from their loved ones. Right as Amy drifted off into sleep, she smiled. Yes, her vow had been fulfilled. She had found Lance again.

Important things from this chapter: Amy's history (mostly the people, reference this chapter towards the end of this fanfic), LANCE AND ILANA'S KISS (oohlala), and the interplanetary messaging system.

Ow… my fingers hurt. I just typed for about eight straight hours… okay, okay, I had dinner. But, really, that was a lot, so pleasepleaseplease review! I'm fairly satisfied with this one… I know it's really dark, but it really brings out the contrast between Amy's dark past and her bright personality. And, as request from Duskbringer, I included Ilana in Amy's history as to why she's not cold-hearted like Lance. I'll try to get into WAY more shipping next chapter, and there'll also be something interesting with Titan… HOW DOES AMY FACTOR INTO THAT CHIZ? :D Anyway, I'm going to bed. It's, like, 1:30. Sorry, not like- it IS 1:30. As in, AM. Yeah. Thanks again to all of you who review, I really appreciate it A LOT. Also, a lot of you have started following- which is great- but you DON'T REIVEW! It's the little box under this blob of text. If you're reading this on an iPhone, it's the 'Review' button with a yellow text bubble. CLICK IT AND REVIEW. Please… I'm crying here… special thanks to A Necessary Production for all the inspiration they've given me. Review and have a great day