Even if Buffy hadn't been confronted first thing in the morning when she arrived at school with a big, glaring, glittery 'Career Fair' poster, she still wouldn't have been in a good mood. Last night, she'd walked Rachel home and had to hear her arguing relentlessly with herself about what Santana had said. 'Tell him I said hi. And tell him thank you. For Halloween'.

Rachel had thrown possible accusations back and over aloud, not exactly waiting for Buffy's opinion. And if she had asked for Buffy's opinion, she wouldn't have gotten a lot. What Santana said last night made it sound a lot like Finn had slept with her during the Halloween party, before Bryan Ryan had hexed them all. Buffy didn't want to believe something like that about Finn, but it wasn't sounding good. She knew Rachel knew that, too.

She entered the choir room and took a seat beside Sam, and peered into his hands to see him scribbling into a little piece of paper.

"What's that?" she asked, taking a quick peek at Finn, who was filling out the same sheet. Rachel was nowhere to be found.

"Career aptitude tests," said Mr. Schuester, looking up from Brad's piano to hand Buffy a sheet of paper, "For the Career Fair."

"Are you a people person or do you prefer to keep to yourself?" Mike read aloud from his sheet.

"What if you're a people person but you keep to your own company by default?" Artie looked up and asked Mr. Schuester.

"Um... None of the above?" suggested Will.

"There are no boxes for none of the above," Artie shook his head.

"No, that would introduce too many possibilities into their mushroomhead number crunching world," Puck said, folding his aptitude test into a paper airplane.

"Am I sensing bitterness, Puckerman?" Mike raised an eyebrow.

"I get what he's saying," Finn nodded, "I mean, these people can't tell from one stupid test what we're supposed to do for the rest of our lives."

"Well, I already know what I want to do with my life," nodded Tina, "But I'm still curious to see what the test would say."

"I don't want to suck all the spontaneity out of being young and stupid," said Puck, balancing his pencil on his nose, "I'd rather be clueless."

"You are clueless," frowned Mercedes.

"Guys, keep in mind that you aren't going to be young forever," said Mr. Schuester.

"Yeah, but I'll always be stupid," Puck smirked.

"Do I like shrubs?" Sam asked aloud, wrinkling his brow at his test, "What did you put?" he asked Tina.

"I came down on the side of shrubs," Tina told him.

"Okay," Sam nodded, "Go shrubs!"

Buffy just stared down at her test, not knowing her answer for a single question. In the back of her mind, she knew she shouldn't even be bothering with this. No matter what career she was suited for, she'd always be destined for one. The one that doesn't pay. Unless Hell freezes over and every vampire in Lima puts in an early retirement, her future was a non-issue.

Everyone looked up suddenly as Rachel stormed into the choir room, looking both determined and upset, her loafers making loud taps on the linoleum tiles.

"Is it true?" she demanded right off the bat, staring daggers at Finn.

"Is what true?" he asked, his hazel eyes wide with guilt and fear.

"What did you do at Halloween?" she demanded.

"What? Halloween? I don't know... Nothing. I was with you."

"And when you weren't? When you weren't with me? Santana says to say thanks! Does that mean anything to you?"

Finn had his mouth hanging open. "Rachel..."

"Finn," she pleaded, her previous fury fading, "Please tell me you didn't do anything."

Finn looked conflicted, his eyes darting between Rachel and Puck. "I-I-"

"Finn!"

"I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry!"

Tears welled up in Rachel's eyes, and she spun back out of the room and ran away.

"Rachel, wait," Finn called, getting out of his seat.

"Finn, don't," said Buffy, putting her hand up to him, "Just stay here. You've done enough."

xxx

"Read it again," Spike demanded.

In Spike's lair, Dalton, some weedy vamp who was known for deciphering encrypted messages, was hunched over an aged book, straightening his glasses and shaking his head.

"I'm not sure," Dalton sighed, "It could be, perfundo... bubulae... linter?"

"Baste..." Spike said, looking through a Latin dictionary, "Beef... Canoe."

Spike clenched his jaw and hit Dalton over the head with the thick dictionary.

"Why does that strike me as not right?" he asked rhetorically.

Dalton huffed and turned back to the book.

"Darling, come dance," Drusilla said softly, turning away from the tarot cards she'd been playing with.

"Give us some peace, would you? Can't you see I'm working?" snapped Spike.

Drusilla frowned and whimpered like a frightened puppy. Spike sighed and his face softened.

"Oh, I'm sorry, kitten," he sighed, "It's just this manuscript. It's supposed to hold your cure but it reads like gibberish. Even Dalton, here, the big brain, he can't make heads or tails of it."

Drusilla clutched her temple. "I need to change Ms. Edith," she said hazily, and doubled over, whimpering.

Spike rushed to her side and put his arms over her, shushing her and holding her steady. He raised her head up to his and said, "Forgive me. You know I can't stand to see you like this, but we're running out of time. It's that bloody slayer. Whenever I turn around, she's muckin' up the works."

"Shh," Drusilla raised a bony, pale finger to her lips, "You'll make it right. I know."

Spike leaned in and kissed her, and rose to stare back at Dalton who'd been busy, hunched over the dusty manuscript.

"Well, come on now," he said to him, "Enlighten me."

"Well," Dalton said nervously, "It looks like Latin, but it's not. I'm not even sure it's a language-"

"Then make it a language!" Spike shouted, alarmingly loud, "Isn't that was a transcriber does?"

"Not exactly-"

Spike gripped a handful of Dalton's lacy shirt and pulled him upward, getting a yelp out of him.

"I want. The cure," he said, slowly.

"He can't help you," Drusilla said dreamily, "Not without the key."

"The key?" Spike raised his scarred right eyebrow, "What key? You mean this book is in some kind of code."

"Yeah," Drusilla smirked, staring at her tarot card, "Now will you dance?"
Spike smiled and strode over to Drusilla, taking her hand and lifting her off the ground. "I'll dance with you, pet. On the slayer's grave."

…

When Jesse answered the door, Quinn had expected the same coy smile as always, but today he was frowning, hard lines in his forehead, for whatever reason. Quinn thought maybe he was feeling guilty about their little fight yesterday, but that theory was unlikely. He put her bag and her coat in the coat closet and gestured for her to follow him up the St. James's sweeping staircase and to his room, a place she'd never been, even when they were childhood friends. She was surprised to see how cozy it was. Quinn believed that a person's bedroom said a lot about their personalities. Brittany's was girly and bubbly and warm. Santana's was dark and sexy and edgy. Puck's was always a mess. But Jesse's room seemed to boast a different side of his personality.

He had Broadway musical posters lining the walls and his soft blue bed was unmade. Quinn saw his Mac on his desk, open on some website...

"You read fanfiction?" Quinn smirked.

"No," Jesse frowned, and lunged for the computer.

Quinn got there faster, and peered down at the page open on a fanmade story based on the musical, 'Wicked'.

"Occasionally," Jesse bristled.

"What's 'femslash'?"

"Nothing! Just get off of that!" Jesse grumbled, and swiftly switched off the computer.

Quinn spun around on his swivel chair to face him. "Someone's in a bad mood."

Jesse sighed and took a seat on the edge of his unmade bed. "My dad came back from his business trip last night."

"I thought you liked your dad."

"Sure, when he's praising me for my accomplishments. Unfortunately, as of late, there haven't been many accomplishments to praise. I dropped out of UCLA way too early into the year and now I'm like the black sheep of the family. Especially since Jennifer's almost finished with rehab for her addiction to prescription pills. She always gets the attention."

Quinn tried not to laugh. She knew exactly what it felt like to have an older sister who hogged all of the attention. Of course, Quinn's sister was praised for marrying a God-fearing virgin and Jesse's sister was praised for overcoming bulimia and going a month without overdosing on Ritalin.

"Why did you drop out of UCLA?" asked Quinn, "And don't say that it was to help me."

Jesse smirked. "Honestly? I never wanted to go to UCLA in the first place. Your call for help was just a catalyst to give me the motivation to drop out."

"Well, what are you going to do?"

"That's what my dad kept asking me," Jesse sighed, "He says if I don't get a job or at least have a plan by the end of the year, he's going to send me to community college. Quinn, I can't go to community college."

Quinn rolled her eyes. "There's nothing wrong with community college. You're such a princess."

"How was your day at school?"

Quinn slumped in the chair and shrugged, looking away at a messy stack of CDs on Jesse's bedroom floor. "We had to do career aptitude questionnaires."

"What do you think you'll get?"

"I don't know."

"What do you want to get?"

"...I don't know. When I started high school I thought I'd end up marrying Finn Hudson and having three kids and being a real estate agent, but now... I don't know. Maybe not."

"Of course not," Jesse wrinkled his nose, "Quinn Fabray? A wife, mom and real estate agent? How bleak is that?"

Quinn frowned. "Why? Because it's normal?"

"That's exactly why," nodded Jesse, "Why do you want to blend in so badly?"

Quinn looked away again and shrugged. "Why do you want to stand out so badly?"

"I want people to remember me," said Jesse, "No one remembers the bored housewife."

"Do you really want to start another fight?"

Jesse pursed his lips. "No. Let's get started, shall we? I thought we'd start with the bare basics."

Quinn furrowed her brow. "Why? I know the bare basics."

"No," said Jesse, "You know how to set things on fire. And basic mind control. And biological morphing. You don't know the basics."

"What's the point in learning the basics if I already know the more advanced stuff?"

Jesse sighed irritably. "If you want to beat Shelby, you have to know the basics."

"So, what? Are we gonna start with pulling a rabbit out of a hat?"

"No," Jesse laughed, "That's much too advanced for you. First, you're going to learn all the phases of the moon."

xxx

Buffy sat beneath the big gnarled oak tree in the Lima Cemetery and chewed her lip, thinking about today's events. She'd ran after Rachel to find that she had left school in the car her dads' bought her for her sixteenth birthday, which was surprising for Rachel, who never missed a day of school. Still, Buffy couldn't blame her. What happened between her and Finn had surely been devastating for her and Buffy just felt bad that she could do nothing but go back to class and hastily fill in her career aptitude test.

Buffy spotted a figure approaching out of the corner of her eye, but didn't move. She already knew the slender figure and the cocky swagger before Santana appeared from the haze.

"What are you doing here?" Buffy asked icily, still sitting against the tree.

"Creature of the night, remember?" Santana smirked.

Buffy frowned. "Why would you do that to Rachel?"

Santana opened her mouth and closed it again, unsure of what to say. "So I'm guessing Finn confessed."

"More or less. Since when were you interested in Finn, anyways?"

"I'm not interested in Finn," said Santana, "And I didn't do anything to Rachel. If he didn't cheat on her with me, it would have been with some other girl. He told me himself. He was planning on getting laid at that party. Seems like Berry doesn't put out-"

"Don't talk about her like that," Buffy raised his hand, "Not after what you did."

Santana huffed. "I didn't do anything to her. I mean, not on purpose. I didn't sleep with Finn just to upset Berry, if that's what you mean."

"Then why? You don't even like Finn."

"No, I don't but..." Santana sighed reluctantly, "It was before Angel showed up and Brittany had just started dating Artie and... I was feeling sorry for myself. And he was there, with his big stupid face and his condom, and I was feeling shitty. I just wanted one moment of relief. I wanted to feel sexy and not like the girl I've loved since I was eight could care less about me."

"Of course Brittany cares about you," frowned Buffy.

"Oh, really?" Santana raised an eyebrow, "I've barely seen her since that damn Halloween party. And I know that's my fault, not hers, and mostly this stupid curse, but... She'll move on. She has Artie and a future, and any guy or girl would be lucky to have her. But me? I get Halloween party quickies with Finn Hudson."

Buffy breathed out through her nose and shook her head. "You can't make me feel sorry for you after what you did to Rachel."

"Would you stop it?" Santana grumbled, "Since when was protecting Rachel Berry's feelings my responsibility? We're not even friends-"

"I don't care! You can't pull that card. The I'm-a-lone-wolf-I-have-no-friends strategy. You have no right to make other people miserable. Believe it or not, Rachel does have breakable self esteem. I don't know if she's going to be okay."

"Of course she is," Santana wrinkled her nose, "She's young and cute and smart and talented and alive. So I slept with her boyfriend. Well, guess what? She's better off! If she's ever gonna get out of this town and be someone important, it's not gonna be with two hundred pounds of Frankenteen dragging her down. And why is this all my fault? Why aren't you getting mad at him?"

Buffy clenched her jaw. "I can't even look at him."

"I should go," Santana sighed, and disappeared back into the night.

Buffy's head was starting to hurt. She stood up from the oak tree and felt her stake poking out of her jacket sleeve. I really should be looking for vamps to dust, she thought begrudgingly, and started wandering around the foggy graveyard. It was a slow night, though. The only thing she could hear was the sound of her own footsteps on damp grass and soggy leaves. She stopped suddenly when she heard a light clinking sound coming from one of the mausoleums. In fact, it was coming from inside the mausoleum she first met Santana by - well, vampiric Santana. As Buffy walked towards it, she noticed a faint orange glow coming from inside the door, as if someone had a flashlight with them. She walked towards it, careful to be quiet, and inched the door open to silently peer inside. There was someone - a vampire - digging and searching through a tomb in the wall of the mausoleum, unaware he was being watched. Buffy turned back, closed the door and waited patiently for the vamp to finish. He stepped out and looked at her, his eyes full of surprise behind his half moon glasses.

"Does Rest In Peace have no sanctity to you people?" Buffy raised a honey blond eyebrow, "Oh, I forgot, you're not people."

Before she could attack the tomb-digger, she felt a large meaty presence behind her, and sure enough when she turned around there was a big, hulking vamp ready to pounce her from behind. She twirled and gave him a high, speedy kick to the chest and several well-executed punches to the face. For a big guy, he sure was useless in a fight. Buffy had no trouble staking him, but by the time the jock was dusted, the tomb-digging vamp was gone with the wind.

"Great," Buffy grumbled to herself.

She walked home, feeling unhappy and discouraged after the terrible day she and her friends had had, but before she could make it to the side of the house and climb into her bedroom window, there was someone waiting for her beside the porch. He was tall and dark and... handsome. She recognised him as the handsome stranger, and then remembered that Santana had said his name was Angel.

"You," she greeted.

"Buffy Summers," he replied, softly and formally, "Santana told me you lived here."

"Why would she tell you that?" Buffy asked, intrigued as she walked up the pathway to her house to stand beside him.

"In case I ever needed to contact you," said Angel.

"You know, they have these things called cell phones nowadays."

"Right. I could barely figure out how to work a pager in the early 90s..." Angel trailed off, "She gave me your address in case I thought there was something you should know about."

"What's up?" Buffy asked reluctantly.

"I... have a bad feeling," Angel said cryptically.

Buffy sighed. "Awesome. Another soulful bloodsucker comes with bad news."

She was surprised by how stung Angel looked. It was the only emotion she remembered seeing him display.

"Sorry..." she said sheepishly, "I'm Miss Cranky today. It's not your fault."

Angel nodded. "It's fine. I've been hearing things about... Spike and Drusilla."

"You know Spike and Drusilla?"

Angel nodded, again. "We've met," he said vaguely, "Drusilla's been cursed or infected by some villagers in Prague and I hear Spike's trying to look for a cure. I don't know what it is, but he had minions searching for it."

Buffy blinked and thought about the vampire digging around in the mausoleum. "Thank you, Angel. I'll keep an eye out for anything weird."

"Good."

"Angel?"

"Yes?"

"When you see Santana... Me and her kind of had a fight about... something that's not important-"

"Rachel Berry?"

Buffy looked surprised. "She told you?"

"She tells me everything."

"I didn't know Santana liked to talk to people about her secrets and stuff."

"We have a very complex bond," Angel said simply, "Besides, I'm a good listener. And she's a good talker."

"Right. You seem like the quiet type," Buffy nodded, "Anyways, when you see her, she'll probably be feeling either guilty or angry or... lonely... so, could you do me a favor and take her somewhere? Not Willy's demon bar or the graveyard, but somewhere nice. All she does is roam the same places every night. It can't be good for her."

Angel nodded as if he understood. "You're a good friend."

Buffy nodded back, blushing a little. "Thanks."

xxx

When Buffy got to school the next day, most of the kids in her class were crowded around the bulletin board, and Buffy weaved her way through classmates to get to a pleasantly familiar head of blond hair.

"Sam," she greeted him, and stood beside him the messy line, "What's going on?"

"Results," Sam said simply, "For the aptitude test. How was last night?"

"Quiet," said Buffy, "Except Angel came to visit my house."

"Angel?"

"You know. The handsome stranger."

Sam frowned. "He's not that handsome. What was he doing at your house?"

"He says Spike's trying to cure Drusilla of something she got in Prague," Buffy shrugged, "I guess we'll talk about it with the other scoobies later. Have you seen Rachel?"

Sam shook his head. "Did you talk to her yesterday?"

"She hasn't been answering her phone," Buffy bit her bottom lip, "I really don't know if she'll be okay."

"I think she will," Sam said with confidence, "Although, I never knew Rachel when she wasn't dating Finn."

"Well, I have, and she was fine. But what if it's different now?"

Sam shrugged. "Rachel's strong. I mean, not slayer strong, but spirited."

Buffy nodded and peered at the bulletin board as Morgan Ru ran her finger down a list of names until she got to hers, and she gasped with excitement.

"Motivational speaker!" she said aloud.

"What do you think you're gonna get?" asked Sam.

Buffy shrugged. "Window shopper. Pie eater. Orange squeezer."

Sam grinned as the crowd got a little smaller. "I hope I get rockstar. Or superhero."

They waited patiently when Tina and Mike approached, Mike anxiously wringing his hands.

"Would you guys say you know me as well as about anyone else?" he asked.

"What are you talking about?" asked Sam.

"When you look at me... do you think, prison guard?" he asked.

Buffy and Sam snickered, and Tina smirked by her boyfriend's side.

"Crossing guard, maybe, but prison guard?" Buffy raised an eyebrow.

"What did yours say, Tina?" asked Sam.

"College professor," Tina wrinkled her nose, "I think the algorithms for these tests must be faulty."

"I don't know," Buffy shrugged as the line moved along, "I think you'd make a good teacher."

"Maybe," said Tina, "It's not what I want to do, though."

"What do you want to do?"

Tina smirked. "That is for me to know and you to find out."

Finn passed with his head hung down, although that didn't make much of a difference in his tall frame.

"Hey, Finn," called Sam, "What did you get?"

"Mall cop," Finn said simply, guiltily avoiding Buffy's eyes, and walked away toward Homeroom.

"You're talking to him?" Buffy snapped at Sam.

"He's the quarterback of our team," Sam shrugged, "There's no point in making my life harder by ignoring the guy."

Buffy folded her arms. "We're supposed to be on Rachel's side. She's heartbroken!"

Like clockwork, Rachel appeared, strutting down the hall with her softly tapping loafers and a big grin on her face.

"Good morning!" she greeted them cheerily and stood in line with them, "Aptitude test results?"

Buffy, Sam, Mike and Tina stared at her, slack jawed. "Uh huh," Mike replied.

"Are you guys excited to find out what you got?" she asked gingerly, "I didn't get a chance to take mine yesterday, but it would be pointless. Everyone knows I'm destined for Broadway stardom."

"Rach, are you okay?" Buffy asked.

"I'm great, Buffy," she shrugged, "The line's thinning out, though. Come on, go see what you got!"

Buffy sighed reluctantly and moved up to the bulletin board with Sam, searching for her name while he searched for his.

"Television aerial installation engineer," Sam read after his name, "Well, that's... oddly specific."

Buffy frowned at her result. "Law enforcement."

"As in police?" asked Sam.

"As in polyester, donuts and brutality," Mike shook his head.

"Hey, donuts!" Sam shrugged optimistically.

Buffy groaned. "Whatever. I'll just jump off that bridge when I come to it."

Quinn passed them, her long blond hair bouncing against her shoulders, looking distracted.

"Hey, Quinn," Rachel smiled, "Did you get your result?"

Quinn blinked at Rachel and tried her best to smile warmly. "Uh, yeah. Criminal psychologist."

"Wow," said Rachel, looking surprised, "That's impressive."

"I guess so," Quinn shrugged, "It's just a quiz. How accurate can it be?"

"Still, psychology. That'd be cool," said Sam.

"Yeah, I guess. Listen, I'll see you guys later," said Quinn, and rushed off in the other direction.

"Rachel, can I talk to you in the girls' room?" Buffy asked, turning away from the bulletin board.

"Sure," Rachel smiled, and Buffy pulled her off to the nearest restroom, and checked under the stalls to make sure they were alone.

"Rachel..." Buffy started, "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know. Maybe because you found out your boyfriend cheated on you last night."

Rachel smiled condescendingly. "Buffy, that's not an issue anymore."

"How is that not an issue?"

"Finn called last night and explained the situation."

"What do you mean?"

"How Puck goaded him into sleeping with another girl and how Santana seduced him at his party. It was all a terrible mistake, and he apologised and told me he loved me and... I'm over it."

Buffy gaped at her best friend. "You can't be serious."

"Well, I am. What Finn and I have is worth fighting for. We can't give up just because of one bump in the road."

"This is more than a bump in the road, Rachel. He doesn't respect you enough to stay faithful and you just forgive him like that?" Buffy snapped her finger.

Rachel sighed. "I wouldn't expect you to understand."

"Good, because I don't," Buffy sighed, "Rachel, you are so much better than this. Finn doesn't deserve you after what he did."

"People make mistakes, Buffy. Are you saying Finn should never get another chance?"

"Of course Finn should get another chance. With someone else."

Rachel pursed her lips. "I don't need to explain myself to you."

"Because you can't. You can't possibly give me a good reason for why you're doing this."

To Buffy's surprise, Rachel's eyes started to well up with tears. "Because what if this is my only chance, Buffy?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean... Finn is this great, strong, handsome, popular guy who likes me, of all people, and what if he's the only chance at happiness I'm ever going to get? I mean, being realistic, what chance do I really have on Broadway? Yes, I'm talented and hard working and I have a fierce competitive edge... but it's still a long shot. For anyone. And if my dream doesn't work out, at least I'll still have Finn."

Buffy frowned. "That's no good reason for staying in a relationship, Rachel. You know that."

Rachel wiped a tear from her eye. "Yeah, well, sometimes you have to do what you have to do to get the best possible outcome. Not every solution is perfect."

"And that's what the best possible outcome is? Being stuck with a cheating boyfriend and no career? That's really the best you think you can do?"

Rachel shrugged. "Maybe."

Buffy shook her head. "You know, with all this Career Fair stuff, all I can think about is how whatever potential I have to do anything else doesn't matter, because my fate is signed, sealed and delivered, big time. But you, Rachel? You can do anything. Maybe Broadway won't work out. Who knows? But if it doesn't, that does not mean your life is over. There is so much possibility for a girl like you. Don't waste it on Finn."

"But..." Rachel seemed unable to finish her sentence.

"And listen to me, Rachel. You aren't lucky to have him. He was lucky to have you."

Rachel sniffled. "I really thought he was a good guy."

"He will be," Buffy said sympathetically, "But right now he's a dumb kid who doesn't deserve you. You need to end it with him."

Rachel nodded, trying to blink tears out of her now red rimmed eyes. "Thank you, Buffy."

xxx

Buffy found Mr. Schuester in his office, his desk even messier than usual, full of music sheets and lyrics and encrypted occult prophecies.

"Buffy, good," he said, briefly looking up, "I've been getting our routine for Sectionals ready. I have a feeling Rachel won't be in the spirits to sing solo."

"You never know. The show must go on, as she always says. But yeah, I think we should all take it easy on Rachel."

"In any case, I have you and Sam singing 'The Time of My Life' for the first performance-"

"Wait, what?"

"Come on, Buffy, I need you to do this for me. Then Tina will sing 'Valerie' and Mike and Brittany will have a dance break. And maybe we'll end with 'Don't Stop Believin''."

"Again? Doesn't that seem a little overdone?"

"It's a crowd pleaser," Will shrugged, "How was last night's patrol?"

"It was okay. I caught one out of two vamps after one stole something from a mausoleum."

Will looked mildly concerned. "Stealing?"

"Yeah. Digging through a tomb with a pickaxe and everything. The whole enchilada. What does that mean, anyways? The whole enchilada? How big is this enchilada?"

"Did you see what the vampire took?"

"No, but I can take a guess and say it was something old."

Will grimaced. "You didn't even try to find out what he took?"

"Ugh. I was preoccupied with friend problems and stupid Career Day! I just thought it was everyday vamp hijinks."

"Well, what if it wasn't?" Will frowned, setting aside his music sheets, "Buffy, you have to be more attentive and-"

"You know what? I don't like you telling me how to do my job," she huffed, "If you think you can find someone better, be my guest. Oh wait, there is no one else. Looks like you're stuck with me."

a/n: Thanks for patiently waiting for updates, and thanks to everyone who reviewed!