Episode 26:

Love Bytes

The bell shrilled through the halls, corridors bursting into a flood of students as they transited from one room to the next. Winding their way through the sea of bodies, the four Ranger boys converged by the stairs. At last, the end was in sight. Papers were submitted and finals were over. For the four seniors, only two events remained to linger on their minds: Graduation.

And Prom.

"So, who are you guys taking?" Ben asked, holding his smirk while giving a pointed look at his best friend. Their fearless leader averted his gaze, looking out to the hall to avoid the knowing glances of his friends.

"I mean," Ray replied nervously. "We've still got weeks to figure things out, right? And there's nothing wrong with flying stag..."

"Planning on taking that time to summon the nerve?" Johnny ribbed. Ben and Jake snickered, both earning a glare from their Red Ranger.

"I don't see all the girls lining up to be your date, Mr. Big Shot," he pointed out.

Johnny shrugged it off with a grin, and Jake didn't blame him. Once upon a time, Johnny would have done anything to hide having a pop star as his sister, but since Kira's visit and announcement she was playing at the prom, he'd stopped shying away from the truth. As word got out more and more, Jake doubted that Johnny was going to have a hard time finding a date.

"Hey guys," said Hilary, causing Ray to nearly leap three feet in the air as she suddenly appeared behind them. Recomposing, Jake couldn't help but chuckle as Ray stiffened against the wall with wide eyes as Hilary smiled at them and inquired, "What are you talking about?"

"Guy stuff, but mostly Prom dates," grinned Jake, before giving Ray a wink and watching his face drop to abject horror. "Say… you don't have one yet, do you?"

Hilary's look was more amused than anything.

"But Jake," she smirked. "I never even tried out for the cheer squad. What would all the others say?"

"Actually," Jake retorted. "I was asking for a friend. I think he's interested."

Another cheeky wink, and Ray's burning eyes bean glaring a warning of painful, incoming death. Of course, doing anything would be admitting something was up to Hilary, and both boys knew exactly where Ray was at with that.

But Hilary didn't seem even remotely interested in where Jake was heading with that at all.

"To be honest," she admitted. "I've got more important things to worry about than who I'm taking. Besides, it's still weeks away; I'm sure none of you guys have dates yet."

As Ray relaxed at her deflection, looking away to release his held breath, Jake couldn't help but notice the hopeful glance that Hilary shot him. Ben was right; they were idiots, the pair of them.

"So, who are you taking, dude?" Ben asked Jake, no doubt heading off where Hilary was likely about to steer the conversation. Why Ben didn't have a date, and according to Hilary, wouldn't.

But Jake was more than happy to provide an out for that one.

"Over there." he nodded with a smile, and the other four heads turned in the direction to see.

Dressed in a pair of snug capris and a lacy tank top of seafoam green, she leaned by her locker and stared in contemplation. Her mousey hair was tied in a messy bun to show off the freckles that danced across her blushed cheeks, with a stray strand hanging past her ear. Squinting in her hunt, she pushed the strand back before reaching in and grabbing her hefty textbook.

She was beautiful.

Beside him, all four jaws dropped in unison.

"Josie?" Ben gasped. "Josie Peirce?"

"Yeah," replied Jake with a hapless grin, only to pick up on the tone. As he turned, he saw that all were more shocked than impressed. "Why is that surprising?"

The other four sets of eyes nervously darted between each other, none of them daring to say a word. Jake folded his arms, wondering how they would try to put it delicately. And who was game enough to do it. After some pointed looks, Ray was the one who drew the short straw.

"Well…" he tried delicately. "She's not really your type?"

Jake raised a suspicious eyebrow at his 'friends.' "My type?"

"Well for starters she's got brown hair," Johnny pointed out.

"I've dated girls that aren't blonde."

"And her skirt goes past her thigh," Ben added, "instead of simply stopping there."

"She's not even wearing a skirt," Hilary corrected.

"Guys, I appreciate many ways that girls dress," Jake defended. "They dress for themselves, not my admiration."

"She takes, like, physics and chemistry and advanced math," Ray explained. "You know… she… thinks?"

"And why would that be a problem for me?"

"And…" Hilary finally concluded. "She doesn't look like she has a pair of beachballs falling out of her bra at any given moment."

"All right, that one was just uncalled for!"

But all four were unrelenting, none convinced as Jake stood there in stubborn defiance. "Come on, guys," he said. "You really think I'm that shallow?"

Once again in unison, his friends inhaled an awkward hiss, none of them prepared to answer. Once again Ray was left with the unenviable job of replying.

"Not… shallow…," he said carefully. "Just… happily and unquestioningly bound by the preconceptions of the status quo?"

"Well put," Hilary decided.

Jake's eyes narrowed.

Oh yeah? Bound and unquestioning of the… whatever it was he said? Stupid psyche major: he'd show them!

"Well, that's too bad," he said defiantly. "Because I like Josie for who she is."

Now Hilary's turn to raise a suspicious eyebrow. "And that would be?"

Even as he tried to think of a snarky reply to match Hilary's wit, Jake couldn't help but feel a warming smile spread across his cheeks as his whole chest lightened.

"Awesome," he said, awe fluttering from his voice. "I mean, she's smart and funny. And she spends most mornings in homeroom reading quantum… something-or-other. You know… secrets of the universe and that sort of stuff. She's deep."

"And what's your plan?" Hilary inquired, "You know, for when she realizes that you're…"

"Not deep?" Ben suggested.

Hilary made a face as she reluctantly nodded. "I didn't want to say it."

But Jake had enough. These were meant to be his friends; to have his back. None of them batted an eye when they saw his comic book collection or sci-fi movies. Why was this so hard for them to believe?

"Guys," he told them. "People can work out, even if they're from different worlds. Is it that hard to believe that she'd go to the prom with me?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa…" Ben realized, eyes widening. "She actually agreed?"

Now it was Jake's turn to take a leaf from Ray's book and sheepishly avoid eye contact.

"You did ask her?" Johnny asked. "Right?"

"Okay," Jake admitted. "So, I might not have got up to that part yet."

"Dude…" Ray warned.

The others rolled their eyes, no doubt assuming that for all his talk, he was never going to do it. Well, that just meant it was time to prove them wrong. He reached across to put a wise hand on Ray's shoulder.

"Watch and learn, my padawan," he advised. "Observe the ways of a master."

And with that, he spun on his heel and strode over to Josie's locker. She'd only just shut it, large tome bundled in her arms as she looked up to see Jake beaming as he stood in front of her.

"Hey Josie," he grinned.

Both eyebrows rose as she looked at him, eyes scanning from top to bottom in disbelief. As her gaze shot past him, like he was blocking her path, she cynically asked him, "What do you want, Jake?"

Well, so much for the casual approach.

"What…?' Jake scoffed in a vain attempt at diffusion. "What makes you think I want anything?"

"We've been in homeroom together for four years and you have never once come up and instigated conversation without prompting," she said flatly. "So, what do you want? I've got class to get to."

That was impossible. He was sure he'd have said hi to her before…

Hadn't he?

Her eyes narrowed impatiently as Jake felt his insides go cold, his body instinctively shrinking back at her withering glare.

"Well…" he stammered as the confidence fled and abandoned him to her mercy. "Prom's coming up in a few weeks and I was wondering… if maybe… if no one had asked you… if you weren't going with anyone else… if you'd maybe like to go with me?"

There was not a single millimeter of either her posture or expression that seemed flattered or amused. "What?" she scoffed. "Were all the cheerleaders taken?"

"No, that's not it at all," Jake insisted. "I just thought that maybe-"

"You want to 'She's All That' me?'" she scoffed. "Is that it?"

"I mean, it is an all-time classic, but-"

"Look, let me make it easy for you," said Josie. "I wouldn't be caught dead going with some arrogant jock. So just forget about whatever angle you're trying, and leave me alone. 'Kay?"

Then she spun on her heels and stormed off. Halfway down the hall, she stopped, turning to add, "And don't even think about showing up at my classroom with a boombox!"

And then she walked away, leaving Jake with his jaw hanging slack in disbelief as he watched her go. Having seen the entire show from the sidelines, the other four tentatively walked over.

"Well, I'm definitely learning, all right," Ray admitted, patting the still-stunned Jake on the back. "I'm learning quite a lot."

He was not in the mood,

"Oh, yeah" Jake grumbled, flicking a look over to Hilary. "Because you're such a smooth-talking Casanova?"

Ray stiffened and shut up immediately. Hilary, having missed the barb at Ray, looked down at the hall in disapproval.

"She didn't even give you a chance," she insisted. "She at least could have heard you out."

"Yeah," Ben agreed. "I mean, it was like she had no interest in seeing you as anything other than an…"

"…arrogant jock?" Jake finished in deflation, slumping against the locker. His friends had thought it, none of them should have been surprised. Maybe that really was how he presented himself. Maybe he was shooting out of his league.

"Dude," comforted Johnny, "nothing could be further from the truth."

"Yeah, I mean, come on," Ray agreed. "How many jocks do you know that go out to see every sci-fi movie they can find."

"Yeah," added Ben, "And read all the books that you do?"

"Scratch that last one," Hilary corrected. "How many jocks do you know that can read?"

But none of that mattered if people didn't see it. Truth was, he'd been happy to play the part. His closest friends knew differently, but his buddies on the team all just assumed he was one of them, with no hints of being a dork. And everyone around him had assumed it was the same.

"Besides," Ray decided. "How many arrogant jocks would cite being 'awesome, smart, and funny', as a reason to ask someone out?"

He supposed so, and it wasn't exactly like he'd picked a good time to talk to her either. The corridor was starting to empty, and time was running low.

"We've got to get to class," Ben realized, as the others nodded too.

Dammit. Now he had a full hour of History to sit and wallow in his failure.

"You've got a break coming up right?" Johnny suggested. "After lunch?"

Jake nodded.

"I think Josie does too," Hilary realized. "I usually see her out by the courtyard on my way to Comp-Sci. Maybe you can try talking to her when she's not in a rush?"

It wasn't a bad idea. At the very least it was a chance to try and smooth things over, in a place less public for either of them and with room to back away.

"It's a good idea," he admitted. He just hoped that she'd be in the mood to listen.

The day rolled on, class rolling into lunch and then the final period. Jake had a spare, usually his eager and early reprieve, but for once his mind was far from fleeing the grounds to the relaxing haven of the Shak or his home. All he wanted to do was talk to Josie, if not change her mind about prom, then at the very least try and change it about him.

To help her see him.

With a little help from Hilary's digging, he'd confirmed that she had the same break as him that afternoon. Perfect. Quiet, secluded, no audience; he could be slow and careful, not make her feel put on the spot. Maybe then, at least, she'd be in a better mood to hear him put. Of course, Hilary's investigating would only tell him when she was free, not where to find her. That took some inquiring of his own.

It took until halfway through the period, mostly spent wandering the grounds in hopes of running into her. At last, he spotted her by the basketball courts, hanging out with her friends. She was sitting on a bench, book in hand, with her gaggle sitting all around her.

Because that would make things so much easier; a home-field advantage and a hostile audience. With any luck, maybe it would make her feel more secure and less defensive as he approached. Or it could make her more eager to insult him.

Great.

With a deep breath to steel himself, he strode into the cage. One by one, each girl stopped talking, heads popping up like meerkats as Jake nervously approached. Josie was the last to notice, but as her eyes flicked up from her book, they narrowed in annoyed disapproval.

Here goes nothing…

"Hey… Josie…" he said awkwardly. "Could I, maybe, talk to you for a sec?"

The girls surrounding burst into a fit of giggles, Jake's heart seizing with fright as Josie's eyebrow raised suspiciously. Then she shot the girls a glaring warning, downgrading the laughter to snickering smirks.

"I can come back," Jake offered, already stepping back to the court's threshold. "Or not… at all… if you'd prefer."

Josie looked at her friends, annoyed but also uncertain. By now the group seemed almost incapable of holding laughter any longer, as if they would burst at a moment's notice.

"Ah, sure," Josie decided. "Guys, could you guys give me a minute?"

The girls all rose together, smirking as they passed and likely making silent bets of how long Jake would last. Then it was just the two of them, alone on the court.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" she asked. Her voice was still stern and curt, directly to the point to shield her discomfort. Discomfort caused by him. "If you think you can just waltz up here and change my mind…"

"No!" Jake insisted, cutting without quite meaning to. "I mean, obviously I'd like it if you did, but that's not why I came over here."

"Then why?"

"I wanted to apologize," he said. "I kind of caught you off guard earlier, I put you on the spot and that wasn't fair. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable because that was the last thing I wanted to do."

It was like all the wind had been striped for her sails, a hard hit on the breaks as she blinked in confusion. Whatever she'd expected him to say, it wasn't that.

"Oh…" she said as if no other words would come. "That's… that's okay."

"I guess," Jake admitted, "my friends didn't quite believe me when I said I wanted to ask you, and it kind of got my pride up all in it and picked a really bad time. So, I just wanted to you know that I'm sorry, and if you want, I'll leave you alone."

Josie looked away, nervously flipping a stray strand back behind her ear. "Look, Jake…" she began. "I'm sure you're a nice guy and all but, I just don't think it's a good idea."

"I get it," he said it. "We've known each other for years, and we've barely shared a word. But what if I want to change that? What's wrong with wanting to get to know you?"

"You think I don't know what it's like this time of year?" Josie scoffed. "All the jocks prowling around the school, looking for a trophy to parade around like arm candy?"

"That's not why I wanted to ask you at all!" Jake insisted before adding in the suggestion. "Besides, maybe I could be your arm candy?"

Nope, wrong call; all it did was make Josie roll her eyes. "And I have too much self-respect to treat anyone I bring like that. Like I'd ever pick a date for such a shallow reason."

"Okay, bad joke," Jake admitted. "But all I'm asking is that you think about it, give me a chance. At least give me some other reason than because you think I'm some arrogant jock."

And then another voice stepped into the conversation; a voice that snicked behind him, crawling up Jake's spine and twisting at his stomach.

"I have a reason," said Mileena as the two teens whipped around in horror. "It's because if you're going at all, it'll be in pieces."

Oh, you've got to be kidding me!

Josie gasped as Jake stepped in front, placing himself between the unwitting teen and his enemy. "Sorry," he growled in warning. "This is actually a private conversation."

"Shame," Mileena mused. "Because I already invited a few of my friends."

She snapped her fingers, a green light flashing as Byte-Bot dropped all around. Josie winced at the sight, stepping closer to Jake as the robots cut all avenues of escape.

"Wh…?" she stammered, eyes widening in panic. "What's going on?"

"Just stay behind me, okay?" Jake said calmly, hand slipping into his pocket to hit the distress call on the Morpher. "You'll be okay, I promise."

"But…" she breathed, inhaling sharply as she struggled to form her thoughts into questions. "What are they… what're they even doing here?"

Jake paused, eyes shooting back to Mileena as he hissed through gritted teeth. Mileena had picked the perfect time; all alone, but unable to morph. And with Josie there, he'd be too distracted to defend himself. He needed to get her out of there, not just for her safety, but his own. His fist tightened, body shifting into a fight stance as he edged closer to her.

"I don't know," Jake replied, "but I don't think they're friendly."

"Oh, Jakey," Mileena grinned. "You have no idea how right you are."

Then the Byte-Bots descended upon them. Jake waited, bracing for the final second before striking up his leg, cracking up the chin of the oncoming back, and knocking it back into the others.

"Go!" he yelled to Josie.

"What about you?!"

"I'll distract them!"

A Byte-Bot lunged from the side with its arms raised to grab her. Josie shrieked as she snapped her hands to shield herself and Jake surged beside her. He reached for the arm and snapped it down, pulling the bot into an arm bar before bracing to kick another. Then he pulled, flipping it off balance to kick it in the rear and send it tumbling.

But still, they were coming. He just had to hope they'd stay focused on him.

"The way's open," he warned. "Go, now!"

This time Josie didn't argue, rushing for the entrance to the cage. The Byte-Bots had other ideas. They flooded around the edges, locking together to seal her escape before closing in.

"Wait!"

Jake grabbed her hand, pulling her back as a Byte-Bot leaped for her. The robot clattered to the ground, Josie stopping at his chest and looking up in fright. But Jake was already moving. Another was coming in, and Jake pushed her away, twirling her into a pirouette as the strike soared beneath them. As Josie slid away, Jake jumped into a kick, heel cracking against the robot as hurled back into its comrades.

Josie stopped spinning as Jake shot to her side, backing up in hopes of putting distance between them and the Byte-Bots.

"They're everywhere!" she gasped. "What are we going to do?"

"Duck!"

Josie snapped down; arms clutched tightly as a Byte-Bot swung overhead. Jake met the blow with his own, blocking hard before grabbing hold. He side-stepped, feet shifting around Josie as he flicked his wrist around the hold the bot in a lock. Now with leverage, he leaped into a spin, kicking wide as he knocked back another pair of henchmen.

"Look out!" Josie screamed.

He almost didn't see it. as he'd kicked away to robot he'd been holding, another was coming from behind! He turned to block, eyes widening as he realized he was too late...

WHACK!

Just as it was about to make contact, a hefty tome swung out and cracked against the Byte-Bot's head. As the robot clattered to the ground, Jake's eyes snapped to the side to see Josie, clutching her physics text in her hand. Her eyes were shaking, breathing deeply as she clutched the heavy book in her hands.

"Guess knowledge really is power," Jake joked, already seeing another coming at them. "Behind you!"

This time he wasn't graceful, surging ahead and pushing her from harm before launching a kick into the Byte-bot's underbelly. Josie tumbled back, thrown off balance from the save, as Jake's hand scooped down on instinct and caught her. For a moment she just lay there in his arms, eyes flicking side to side and astonished that she hadn't hit the ground. Then her breathing settled, slowly looking up at Jake in awe.

"Are you okay?" he asked her.

She didn't have the breath to speak, only nod. But their moment was already fleeting. Jake snapped Josie to her feet, supporting her balance as she hit the peak as he spun around with a raised guard. These Byte-Bots were not going to let them through, and it was only a matter of time before they hit a gap in their defense.

They needed the others, and they needed them now.

Just where the hell were they?

"…Now I need everybody to double-check their code before finalizing input," Kyle warned. "Even the smallest mistake can cause a glitch in the operating system, so be careful."

Hilary shot a look at her brother's computer, lines of code only halfway done and likely riddled with errors. She could help him; she'd completed her own assigned program ten minutes prior and had even found more efficient lines in the executive functions.

She definitely could help him…

Or she could just watch.

But her moment of enjoyment was ruined as her Morpher screen began to flash. In front of her, Ben's did the same.

Trouble; dammit.

So much for her amusement.

Ben shot a worried look back toward her, confirming that it was for both of them. Which meant Kyle's was no doubt flashing in his desk drawer.

Hilary's hand shot up, desperately hoping that Kyle would catch the warning look in her eyes.

"Umm, Mr. Mason?" she asked. "You remember that family thing that Ben and I told you about earlier? That big family emergency where we would have to leave for at a moment's notice with no prior warning?"

From across the room, Kyle caught her drift, eyes shifting to Ben to read the same message.

"Thanks for warning me," he nodded, "If you need any help with your… family matter, just make sure to let the school know."

But the two were already halfway out the door, books in their arms and bags slung on their shoulders as they raced into the corridor.

"We're here, Doc," Hilary confirmed as they ran. "What's the problem?"

"School's got some unwelcome guests," came the reply. "They jumped Jake on the courts but he's got a civilian with him."

"We're on our way!"

They reached the entrance, Ray skidding up beside them as they burst through the red doors and out towards the basketball courts.

"Teacher thinks I'm in the bathroom," Ray explained. "So, we need to make this quick."

At least finding them was easy; the second they'd bolted outside they saw the swarm of robots. Jake was in the center, weaving between in desperate defense. Josie was with him.

Time for a rescue.

"You guys ready?" Ray called, Morpher already in his palm.

"Ready!"

"Data Squad! Digitize!"

The light burst from the screens, and the three Rangers leaped into action as the suits formed around them.

Jake dodged another blow, kicking to knock them back as he bought himself some space.

Then, at last, he heard the comforting sound of rescue, the battle cries as Red, Blue, and Yellow Rangers somersaulted in front of him. Their Modem Blades flashed, striking back at the Byte-Bots as the trio cleared the exit.

"You two better get out here," Ben warned. "We've got you covered."

Josie didn't need telling twice, bolting for the exit and leaving Jake to catch up. Pausing only to mouth a quick thank you to his friends, Jake raced off to follow. But they weren't out of the woods just yet. Having escaped the courts, a green light flashed before them to drop another group of bots in front of them.

"Oh, come on!"

They made it to the steps, Jake sweeping around to put Josie behind him and himself between the robots and the door.

"Get inside," he instructed. "I'll hold them off!"

"But-"

"I'll be right behind you just, go!"

Please don't argue, please don't argue, please don't argue…

With bated breath and shooting him a nervous look, Josie nodded. With fear in her eyes, she spun on the spot and bolted for the doors, hurling them open and throwing herself inside. But Jake didn't have time to revel in gratitude; the Byte-Bots were already on him.

He lunged back, determined to keep them from the door, whipping into a kick as one hit the sky. His foot collided, hurling it back into its comrades as the others rushed around. But with Josie gone, the ball was back in Jake's court. And he was ready for a big three-pointer.

As the Byte-Bots clambered up and rushed towards him, he threw out his hands, a wave of concussive force unleashing from his palm to hurl them backward. As the robots were blown into the air, Jake's hand whipped to his Morpher, just as a black blur shot past him. It surged between the remnants, striking against their bodies before leaving nothing but a pile of sparking parts as Johnny skidded to a stop in front of him.

"You know," Jake pointed out. "For a guy with super-speed, you suck at getting here on time."

The Black Ranger simply shrugged with a cheeky grin. "Had to make an entrance."

Then both boys looked over at the court, where their three comrades were still locked in battle with Mileena.

"Time to play full court," Jake decided, raising his Morpher. "Ready?"

"Ready!"

"Data Squad! Digitize!"

The suits flashed around them, bursting from the devices as the visors snapped in place. Armed and ready, the Green and Black Rangers leaped into action on the court, landing beside their teammates.

"Oh," Mileena sneered as she spotted Jake and Johnny. 'You're back."

"Looked like you were having all the fun," Jake replied. "Didn't seem fair."

The woman snarled as she raised her sword before lunging into a roaring charge, diving into the fray with all five Rangers. She ducked beneath a sword, slicing her blade upwards as Johnny swept into a parry. As the blade and staff collided, Jake lunged in, Power Axe held high and brought down into a mighty chop. Her head snapped up, seeing him with seething eyes just in time. She pushed Johnny away and vaulted back, just as the axe carved through the air to slice where she'd been standing. But the two Rangers didn't give up there.

Johnny's hand snapped out, grabbing Jake's and hurling him back towards Mileena. She dodged again, stepping back as Jake launched into full swing as Johnny came up behind him. The two weapons swung in together, clashing against Mileena's sword as she held them in place.

"This the best you've got?" she hissed. "Five Rangers and only two dare attack me?"

"Funny that you're so focused on us," Jake grinned. "We thought you'd be more worried about the other three."

Her eyes snapped wide as she realized what he was inferring.

"Blasters!" Ray called beside them, aiming with Ben and Hilary. "FIRE!"

The Modem Pistols boomed as Jake and Johnny leaped backward, red, blue, and yellow energy surging out and blasting around Mileena. The shots seared across the court, Mileena diving as they scattered around her and boomed into a barrage of a powerful explosion. Safe from the blast but not the backlash, the warrior was thrown across the court, tumbling on the concrete before slamming up against the wire cage.

The five Rangers regrouped, gathering around as she stared at them with seething hatred.

"You want any more schooling?" Ray taunted, "You know where to find us."

The warrior growled at them through gritted teeth, eyes narrowing in a warning as her hand snapped to the sky. Then the emerald beam flashed down to spirit her and the remaining Byte-bots away.

They took a moment to brace, waiting just in case it was a trick. But when Mileena didn't return, the Rangers looked at each other and powered down, all of them turning their attention to Jake.

"You all right dude?" Ray asked him.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he admitted. If anything, having a chance to get one over on Mileena had been a good source of catharsis. "Any idea why they were here, Doc?"

"My best guess is that they were trying to take advantage of you being alone," Doc replied through the Morpher. "Maybe they hoped that not morphing with a civilian present would give them enough of an edge?"

And it had nearly worked too. Had Ray and the others not arrived, then he and Josie surely would have been toast.

"Man, if I had a nickel every time Gideon attacked us at school…" Hilary mused.

"You'd have three nickels," Ben replied. "If you're counting that time Goldar jumped us by the bleachers."

"Honestly, I'm shocked it isn't more," she admitted. "Seems like the perfect place to try and get to us."

"We better get back to class," Ray told them. "Ben and Hilary might be covered, but Johnny and are spending a long time in the bathroom right now."