Mable: Hello there! Here we are with another chapter. ^-^ Before we begin, I've got a funny little poll on my profile now if you'd like to check it out after reading. Nothing too big, but a curious thing. I think I might add more fun little polls through the end of the fic, just for an extra thing. Like when I added riddles to my one hundred chaptered 9 fic… Ah, but I digress! I hope you Enjoy!
Can't Go Home Again
Chapter Eighty-Five
The power hadn't come back on, so work on the music box had been stalled until after work the next day. As soon as the pizzeria was closed for the night, Marionette retrieved the music box from his own box and carried it into the dining room. Fritz left the cleaning to Mike and Jeremy and joined him at the table with a box full of his smaller tools, along with a small box full of leftover pieces and various types of screws.
"Okay, let's see what we're looking at…" Fritz began as he pulled the music box in closer. It looked to be in fine condition. "Does it play at all?"
"No, and the winding is loose," Marionette pointed out with a sigh. He proceeded by turning the crank. The crank turned too smoothly and didn't make the usual clicking that affirmed that it was being wound. "I can't imagine how broken it is on the inside…"
"You might be surprised. It could be more that everything's just out of place, and we can fix that easy," Fritz suggested with a smile and turned it on its side to unscrew the bottom. He had worked on this same music box before, so he was somewhat familiar with it. Marionette leaned over the table to watch, semi-curiously observing how he was working. Fritz looked in at the mechanism. "Yeah, that's it. It all got knocked out of place." He showed it to the Puppet, "See? That's why it won't wind right. All it needs it a good tightening and maybe an oiling."
The technician then tugged the music box back and began to work. He eagerly fit a thin screwdriver into the depths of the small machine. "Hmm… I think one or two of these screws are stripped too. I should have something small enough to replace them." He turned the box and let a now worthless screw fall out. Marionette quickly scooped it up, studied it for a few moments, and then began to dig through the box of pieces to finds one that matched. He quickly plucked out six with his slender fingers and offered them to the technician.
"Maybe to be careful you should replace them all?" Marionette suggested as Fritz plucked one up, balanced it on the tip of the screwdriver, and turned it into place. The mechanism already started to tighten into place from just the first screw alone. "I don't mean to stare, if it makes you uncomfortable. I have one of these in my chest, you see, and I should know how to tend to one."
"The music box? Yeah, Mike mentioned it. He's got a print out of your endo, you know." Fritz finished tightening the screw to notice how Marionette's face tensed. "He didn't show it to me, so don't get that look. He was very clear that you didn't want anyone looking at it."
"Right, of course." Marionette wondered if that was the case or if it was more of Mike not wanting Fritz to see. Though it didn't seem like Mike saw the endo as personally private as he did. Mike equated it to a skeleton and, though that was the more reasonable leap, to Marionette it felt like his insides were just on display. "Perhaps it is important to have if I am ever damaged and can't repair myself." Almost immediately, Fritz looked upwards with a cautious look.
"If you do get damaged, embarrassed or not, please let Mike or I help fix you, okay? I wouldn't let Foxy work on himself alone, and I'd prefer you didn't either. If you would need Mike to do it, then fine…" Fritz looked to the music box and got a small smirk. "I'm sure you're already plenty comfortable having his hands on you." It took a moment before Fritz remembered that this was Marionette and not Mike. His eyes slowly raised again to see the animatronic staring him down with a blank smile. "…That was a joke."
"Oh… Of course," Marionette agreed. He then chimed with laughter that sounded just the slightest bit fake. Fritz quirked a brow before returning to his work. He continued to show Marionette how he was fixing the music box and thankfully found that it was an easy enough job.
Over in the middle of the dining room, Mike was cleaning up the trash left behind from a birthday party. Jeremy had been helping him, but had been whisked away by Foxy, who stole his hat and was now purposefully keeping it from him. Even now, Mike could hear Jeremy's light words of disagreement as he tried to wrangle it back out of the Foxy's grasp.
It was then that the front door opened. Mike looked over to make sure it wasn't some mistaken customer or Tabby coming back unexpectedly, but it was Natalie carrying a box of supplies. She had volunteered to go get the shipment of supplies from the supplier, and Mike set down his current work and headed over to her. "Everything go smoothly?"
"All good," Natalie answered as she set the cardboard box on the ground beside the Prize Corner. From the label on the outside of the box, it was filled with plush dolls and toys for the prize corner anyway. Though the main reason was to stop Mike, who was about to head outside to get the other. "Wait a minute. You have to hear this," Natalie forewarned. She then turned and headed to the table with Fritz and Marionette, beckoning Mike behind her. He was confused, but he followed along with her.
"So, Supply Guy had something interesting to say," Natalie announced as she looked to Fritz and Marionette, who was standing beside him to watch his work better. Natalie leaned on the table with her palms pressed to its edge. "You're not going to believe this, but this random guy knew about this… Or not entirely random, I guess. He was the Supply Guy." She looked to Mike who nodded in agreement. "Okay, well, here it goes…" Natalie braced them with an inhale. "…Afton Robotics was bought out by an entrepreneur and he's been buying pizzeria supplies."
Everyone looked equally alarmed by the sudden news. Fritz's eyes widened, Marionette straightened from his hunch slowly, and Foxy turned his head nearly all the way around to stare at the woman.
"…What?" Mike managed to get out. "You're kidding."
"I'm not kidding," Natalie remarked. "Supply Guy said he bought Afton's a while ago, but only recently did he start buying supplies like he was opening a restaurant. Like another Freddy's."
"Rubbish!" Foxy blurted out. "Afton's ain't got the Fazbear Entertainment with it! The company went under!" He looked between the humans, "Which means nobody can make a Freddy's… Right?"
"Well, I mean, actually…" Fritz quietly began. "…Freddy's is sort of up in the air. They could make a Pizzeria under the Freddy's name, and only someone connected with the company could go after them. Technically us," he pointed out. "If I remember right, Fredrick's passing gave Mike and I some shares in the company."
"This non-company entity that nobody wants to admit to owning," Mike pointed out. "But really, all they have to do is refit the animatronics and give them slightly different names. That's what Hickory's did."
"All I know is what Supply Guy said, and he seemed just as shocked that someone owning a building like that was buying party favors and decorations," Natalie clarified to the group. She could tell that she couldn't contain the wildfire she just unleashed upon the pizzeria. "…But Afton's was bought out and that does mean that someone's in control of it again, so I hope you guys didn't leave any evidence down there." She looked specifically towards Mike.
"Only a taser, that's it," Mike affirmed. "And they aren't going to connect a taser with us. They'll just assume a worker abandoned it down there while getting slaughtered by Ennard."
"Which is pretty much what happened," Fritz added in jokingly, "so they're on the right trail." This led into a few moments of silence as they continued processing what was happening. "…Besides, Freddy's can't compete with us. The name's got a bad reputation, the animatronics are broken- if there are any left… And they can't trace anything back to us."
Everyone else seemed to mutually agree.
"A-And even if they did, what would they find?" Jeremy chimed in. "Three security guards, one Phone Guy, and animatronics that were 'legally inherited'. There's nothing they could do!"
Everyone else again seemed to mutually agree.
"An' if a new Freddy's does open…" Foxy began. "Then we break into the place an' trash it! Who they gonna blame? Two animatronics? Hah!"
Everyone else just stared. Marionette gave a silent nod of agreement.
"For now, let's not get carried away. As much as I'd love to fly over to Afton's and go looking for answers, we'll just make ourselves obvious," Mike broke in before Foxy could work himself up any further. Indeed, Mike did want answers and a few months ago he would've driven over, faked a name, and tried to slip into a job to get answers. Hickory's had made it very apparent that plans like this could backfire spectacularly, so this time Mike would prefer to not dive in head first. "We'll just keep our ears out. Listen for Supply Guy and Phone Guy, and Lawyer Guy if Mister Entrepreneur gets too interested."
"He's right. We don't need to worry about this yet," Fritz agreed and looked back to Marionette. "Let's see if we can get this music box working?" Marionette seemed to linger in hesitation, but gave a silent nod and looked down at the music box with him.
"So, we just pretend it's all fine an' dandy?" Foxy muttered as he watched Mike and Natalie go to bring the supplies in. "Act like there ain't a problem til it comes an' bites us?" He was just prepared to get worked up when Jeremy laid a hand on his arm.
"That's not it, Foxy…We can't throw ourselves into this if it's nothing," Jeremy tried to rationalize. "Or else it will be another Hickory Dickory's. I don't want to have to pluck glass out of your fabric again." Foxy felt a spark of guilt and his ears slightly lowered as his yellow eye moved down at the stage. Jeremy noticed the downtrodden look immediately, "Hey, wait, I didn't mean it like that! Come on, let's… Let's get you cleaned. You probably have kid germs on you." He guided Foxy behind the curtain, leading him by his wrist. Foxy followed with him and perked slightly.
"And finished!" Fritz proudly proclaimed as he showed the music box to Marionette. The Puppet chimed in delight and clasped his hands together.
"I can't thank you enough, Fritz," he trilled happily as Fritz began to close the music box. "And you are welcome to work on my music box if the need ever comes."
"I'd be honored, but first thing's first." Fritz took ahold of the winding key. "Let's test this thing out."
"Oh, I'm not sure if that's…" Marionette trailed off as Fritz began to wind the box. This time it started to crank properly and soon the soothing sound of music started to come out. Fritz smiled happily at his success. In response to the music, the curtains on the stage opened again and Foxy peeked out.
"Good goin', Matey," Foxy greeted. He then pointed towards him with his hook, "Catch him, would ya?"
"What-?" Fritz was cut off by the sound of a sudden thump. He looked back in alarm to see Marionette now collapsed on the ground. The technician gave a slight 'oh' as he remembered why he wasn't supposed to wind the box so suddenly. As though he suddenly forgot what the music box did.
"Good job, Fritz. I knew we could count on you," Foxy flatly and sarcastically, and perhaps entirely without his pirate accent, quipped before disappearing behind the curtain.
Without another moment, Fritz got out of his chair and scrambled to pull Marionette up off the floor before Mike and Natalie returned. They didn't have to know about this.
Scott woke in the late morning to his cat climbing over his legs and Ennard completely missing. He sat upwards on the couch and looked around the living room silently, noticing that the garage door was slightly cracked open and assuming he was inside. Still groggy, Scott went through his morning routine and decided to confront Ennard only after he had coffee and a shower.
It was time that Ennard and he had a long talk. It was time to figure out what happened and to find out what they would do next. After bracing himself properly, Scott slipped into the garage through the gap of the door. "Ennard?" he cautiously called into the garage. There was no response. The door thumped against Baby's shell as Scott stumbled inside. "Ennard, are you here?"
All it took was one look at the shell and the room to figure out that Ennard was not home. Scott gave a tired sigh and rubbed over his face; he would have to wait until the animatronic got back. At least the power was on, so he could get some work done before Ennard got home. He retreated to his computer to wait. After hours of working on his project and work itself, evening came, and Scott checked the garage once more. However, Ennard still wasn't back. Still Scott wasn't too concerned. Eventually the animatronic would have to come back.
But Ennard didn't come back.
"Hello, Mike?" Phone Guy's voice was a little strange when Mike answered the phone. As though he was worried about something or on the verge of panic, which he was familiar with. Mike assumed it was about Ennard and fought the urge to already start asking.
"Yeah? Is something up?" Mike asked, going straight to the point and ignoring the pretense that he thought all was well.
"Well, uh, maybe… It's about Ennard," the Phone Guy quietly murmured. "He's- He's gone."
"Of course it's Ennard. Right on time… You mean he left again?" From what the older had said before, Ennard was coming and going at will, so Mike wasn't sure why he was so riled about it. "What's the problem with that?"
"The problem is that he hasn't come home," the older man revealed with growing worry. "Usually he comes back at least once in twenty-four hours, but he's been gone for three days, I haven't picked him up on the camera, a-and I just- I need you to come over here. I need a fresh pair of eyes; maybe I'm missing something."
"That's a bad sign..." Ennard was a ticking time bomb. One that was barely contained and was only 'safe enough' because it kept going back to the Phone Guy's home. Now it was out there on the loose. "Alright, I'll be right there. If he comes back then get him contained and call me," Mike confirmed as he ended the call and started to yank on his shoes. Hearing the commotion, Marionette came to see what was amiss.
"Who was that? Jeremy?" Marionette asked in concern. Mike sprung from the couch and began to circle the room to gather his things.
"Ennard's been gone for days and Phone Guy doesn't know where he is. I have to get over there and contain an outbreak while I still can," Mike rushed out as he slung on his coat. "And he decided only now to tell me that Ennard's been gone, so it's probably too late already." He jammed his phone and keys in his pockets and turned to the door.
Only, Marionette was now suddenly blocking the door, with this largely unreadable but equally disappointed look on his face. It took a Mike a total of three seconds to realize what he had unintentionally said.
"…By which I mean, he's been saying that he thinks Ennard's stalking around outside his house," Mike tried to blatantly lie to recover face. It didn't work.
"Mike…" Marionette began slowly. "…Ennard has been living with him again, hasn't he?"
Mike's silence was enough of an answer.
"Ennard tried to gut him and you decided not to tell me that he came back?! He's a dangerous mess and you didn't tell me?!" Marionette snapped with raising static. "Any reason why you didn't tell me?"
"…To be honest, I thought you'd take it bad," Mike answered. If Marionette's growing twitching was any indication, he would've been right in thinking that he would fly off the handle. There was also a repetitive tune on his voice that Mike soon identified as the first few notes of 'Pop Goes the Weasel' being repeated. As if the Puppet kept trying to halt the music, but it kept returning out of reflex because he was so wound up. "We didn't know what was going on. I didn't want to worry you without concrete evidence."
"I'm not even surprised!" Marionette announced his disappointment. Then he abruptly turned to the door, "Let's just go. I need to see the damage." Without another comment, he had vanished from in front of the door, and Mike knew he was probably already in the car. He wouldn't question it; it was probably best that he came along anyway.
The thing was, Mike's lapse in telling Marionette about Ennard was less of a secret and more of a delay. The point was to wait until it was clear that Ennard was either staying or gone for good, because there wasn't much of a point in getting riled if Ennard was going to get bored of the garage and run back to Afton's. This time, Mike hadn't intended to keep any of this a secret. It had just been a matter of bad timing. Which was why he had unwittingly given up the information with such ease; part of him somehow assumed that the Puppet knew.
The car ride was partially silent, save the white noise-esque sound coming from the backseat. Mike considered explaining himself, but suspected that it wouldn't do any good considering his track record. After Hickory's and everything else, it would be hard to believe that Mike genuinely meant to tell him. As soon as the car stopped, the white noise vanished, and Mike stepped out of the car and approached the front door. He could already hear talking before knocking and caught sight of Marionette as he was let inside.
"Glad you could make it… To be honest, I wish it was under pleasant circumstances," Phone Guy admitted as he shut the door behind him. "But three days is strange, even for something that moves around like him."
"It's no problem," Mike answered and looked over as Marionette silently entered the garage. There was an obvious cold shoulder and Mike could see questioning on the Phone Guy's face. "He's not talking to me."
"Mine's not either, so I guess we're in the same boat," the older man lightly jested. "So, uh, the garage…" He beckoned Mike over and stepped into the garage. It was slightly different from what Mike saw last time. By now there were more of the remains of the Afton animatronics stacked in the corner, with pieces of Ballora and the Funtime animatronics falling over one another. There was also a bed of what looked like once clean clothes that had been spread out in the corner like some sort of nest. This somewhat conflicted with the older man's account that Ennard rested inside the Baby Body.
"…A couple of days ago there was an incident with the power…" the Phone Guy revealed almost sheepishly. "I was- I was just a little… I was out of sorts and Ennard came out to stay with me. He didn't say anything, but it's the first thing we've been in the same room since… everything that happened in ARI." He looked around at the stuff crowded around the garage floor. "…Maybe that's why he left."
"Ennard's behavior since he returned from Afton?" Marionette inquired thoughtfully as he floated over to the mound of animatronic pieces, arms crossed. "Did you notice anything suspicious?"
"Uh, that's sort of a difficult question to answer. Everything Ennard does is suspicious. I-I mean he climbed back through a window and hid in my garage, and didn't think I'd notice. Or didn't think I'd care, I don't know," the Phone Guy rambled on. "I know he kept returning to ARI to get these old parts. The first ones he brought home were wires and he used him to rebuild himself… But these other things he doesn't use. He just brings them back here." He looked around again, "Among other things."
"I see…" Marionette quietly responded. "…Any footage of Ennard that I can see?"
"Yeah, sure. Let me boot up my computer and you can see what I have. Maybe I missed something," the Phone Guy agreed as he headed out and started towards the office. With him out of the room, Marionette turned to Mike.
"I think we both know this is connected to whomever bought ARI," Marionette proclaimed to the man. His voice was still as serious as could be and it was obvious that he was still upset from earlier, but he wasn't going to let that cloud his judgement. "Ennard is filled with broken programming and lacks even the most basic means of understanding behavior… But it is obvious from the condition of this room that Ennard had no intention of leaving." He unfolded his arms to gesture at the room. "Ennard is bringing his pieces here, so he intends to stay here."
"That's what it looks like," Mike agreed as he looked around. "He's even got himself the animatronic equivalent to a rat's nest forming over there in the corner," he pointed out as he looked towards the bedding of clothes. "But Ennard's slippery. I doubt he would just let someone grab him."
"I'm less concerned that someone has ahold of Ennard and am more concerned that he is somehow stuck inside ARI without an opening to leave," Marionette voiced his concerns as he looked down at the animatronic remains on the floor. "If that is the case, it is possible that he will be able to escape and find his way back… But three days is a long time for that to have happened."
"Would he hunt someone else's skin?" Mike asked more seriously. "Do you think he's got that desperate?"
"…It is possible," Marionette admitted. "…But… Considering how attached he has become to his human confidant, I'm not certain whether Ennard would. Perhaps maybe, if programming truly is that irresistible… And we must consider the possibility that Ennard's 'attachment' is just another form of pretending to get what he needs. Honestly, it's hard to tell…" He trailed off in thought and the two were left standing in the garage without answers.
"I'll call Fritz when we leave and see if he or Natalie has heard anything new about the Afton sell," Mike suggested. "Maybe tell the Phone to look through his old contacts. If we're going to be honest, the chances of someone outside the Fazbear family purchasing the leftovers is probably unlikely. There's a chance, but that's a slim chance." Marionette gave a nod of agreement, then watched as Mike headed out of the garage.
"Hey, Phone, I was just thinking…" Mike began as he stopped outside of the office door where the man was working with his computer. "Do you think you might be able to get in contact with whoever bought Afton's?" Phone Guy looked over in alarm. "I'm not saying Ennard's there, but just to make sure in case he somehow did head over there."
"That… That's true…" the older man murmured. "I didn't consider that, but Ennard was going back there to get the pieces…" Then he blinked, and his head shot back over, "Did you just call me 'Phone'?"
Mike decided not to immediately answer as Marionette passed him by, giving the Phone Guy an adequate distraction as he showed the Puppet what footage he had collected from the last days.
"I don't have any footage from the night the power went out. Nothing saved, but… Ennard was with me almost all night," the Phone Guy quietly explained. "…He was gone when I woke, but him leaving was probably what woke me up. Never came back." Marionette laid a hand on his shoulder and leaned over him to look at the footage on the night after the disappearance, trying to spot anything. There wasn't any immediate answers and he gave a low hum.
"How peculiar… What could he have left for?... Wait." Marionette suddenly straightened and took out of the office, heading back towards the garage.
"He's got a lead," Mike pointed out. "At this rate, we'll figure out where he is… Hey?" He noticed the man staring down at the keyboard. "Are you okay?"
"I think you know why I'm worried, Mike," the Phone Guy murmured. "As worried as I am that Ennard will hurt someone, if someone did manage to get him- he's not going to get out of it without damage." He turned fully towards Mike. "If- If it was Foxy, he could pretend to be deactivated. He'd be moved to a warehouse or sold off… He would still have a chance. Ennard doesn't have that chance." An uncomfortably anxious look settled onto his face, "William would've destroyed him… Unless he planned on using him for something else."
"But William is definitely dead," Mike reaffirmed. It was the pause after this that made this statement questioning, and the Phone Guy realized that Mike was looking at him expectantly.
"Yes, o-of course! William… William's been dead for a while now. Really dead, not like- not wandering around in an animatronic or haunting anyone… To what I know," he uncomfortably added. "I mean, I think if William came back for revenge, he would probably come after me first."
This conversation was interrupted by Marionette returning to the doorway. "He went back to ARI to get the remains of Funtime Freddy and Funtime Foxy," he knowingly announced. The two looked over in surprise at the revelation. "They are the ones missing most of their bodies. Considering that Ennard is rather attached to Funtime Freddy's voice, he might have an attachment to the shell as well. He went there and something stopped him in coming back. Though that does not mean he was captured."
There were a few moments of silence.
"…We can try waiting longer, but I recommend that we start looking into whomever bought ARI," Marionette remarked as he floated into the room. "We would've done so eventually anyway."
"I'll get in touch with every source I know and see if anyone's got a clue," Mike volunteered, then looked over towards the Phone Guy. "How about you?"
"…I'll make a few calls," the man said as he opened a drawer in his desk and brought out a stack of small notebooks. "And if Ennard does come back, then I'll call and tell you both." He turned away to work and Marionette briefly moved in to pat his shoulder comfortingly.
That was basically the end of it; Phone Guy was left to his devices. A few minutes later and Mike and Marionette were back in the car beginning the drive home. Once or twice Mike considered saying something, but it wasn't until they were almost at home that he decided to finally speak again.
"We make a good team. Whether we're working at the pizzeria or doing a bad impression of the X-Files," Mike volunteered to make conversation. He couldn't see the almost confused tilt of the head that Marionette gave from the back seat. Instead, he thought he was receiving silence, and gave a tired exhale. "…I know it's hard to believe, but I wasn't hiding this from you. I just wanted to get the footage, then Phone Guy never called me back with real confirmation, and the next thing I knew it was a couple weeks later and Ennard was the last thing on my mind."
"I believe you," Marionette cut him off. "…I shouldn't have snapped at you. I wasn't angry at you… Well, no, I was, but not that much." He sunk to sit in the floorboard behind Mike's seat. "Just hearing that Ennard was already back and that the Phone let him in so easily… It startled me." He rubbed his mask with a hand, then propped it up with it. He was already feeling exhausted. "I doubt you would be surprised, but I'm not especially fond of Ennard. He's much too dangerous for his own good."
"I wouldn't argue with that," Mike said matter-of-factly. Marionette continued to vent.
"Yes, he let us leave. Yes, he didn't go along with his plan. Yes, he seems safe enough, but Ennard is not safe." Marionette crossed his arms over his chest and glared at the floor. "Ennard can fake a role for an extremely long time before showing his true colors. He played us all like fools, acting like Baby for so long-." His voice cut off with an off-tune jerk that was clearly another attempt to start 'Pop Goes the Weasel'. Mike caught it and glanced at the mirror.
"You okay back there?" Mike asked. "…We haven't talked about the Baby situation for a while."
"There isn't really a Baby situation anymore, is there? Baby's missing, possibly destroyed, and Ennard acted like her to get into our Pizzeria," Marionette remarked with growing irritation. Though it was obviously not towards Mike. "If we're going to be completely honest, I have little interest in Ennard's wellbeing. If it wasn't for the Phone Guy, the risk towards the pizzeria, and the risk towards any human in immediate contact, I would be content letting Ennard walk out into the desert to fizzle out."
"Considering all the butter he's wearing, there's a good chance that any sun expositor at all's going to fry him," Mike added in. Lightening the mood didn't seem to help, as Marionette seemed just as dismayed as he was when venting. "Let's make a pact. Once we figure out where Ennard is and get him back to Phone Guy, we're finished with him. He's all the Phone Guy's problem from then on out. Even if that means locking him inside a garage and sending Phone Guy butter money."
"I second that," Marionette agreed. He reached out and took ahold of Mike's arm, and then squeezed it. "It's for the best anyway. He knows about us and I wouldn't put him above blackmail." Even though an unintentional reaction, Marionette couldn't help but be a little amused when he noticed Mike cringe.
They arrived back at the house and headed inside, where Mike headed into the dining room to call Fritz, Jeremy, Glenn, and whomever else he could think of off the top of his head. All the while, Marionette slumped onto the couch and lamented their slide back into another semi-catastrophe. Though Ennard was nothing new and nothing too concerning, it was a shame that they were back involved with Afton's.
Moppet approached the couch and Marionette looked over the armrest at the young kitten. Seeing her interest, he slid out one of his strings, lightly tugging and releasing until it was out about a foot, and then dangled it down for her. The kitten eagerly batted at the string with her claws and fell onto her back in a frisky display. At least one of them could still have fun; a kitten didn't have to worry about anything.
So, until he wasn't dangling his string for his kitten, he wouldn't worry either. Or he wouldn't try to. It wasn't worth worrying over Ennard. It wasn't worth worry about an unnamed buyer.
Not yet.
Mable: Remember to enjoy the time you have. I hope you enjoyed!