This was the day I needed to alter the most. Last time, I was mauled by a bear and was eliminated for medical reasons. My plan was simple: find the tree with the highest branch to support my weight and wait for the challenge to end.

After showering, I returned to the campsite for Chris to fly over us in the helicopter. Dawn was already awake and on the beach. She looked up and scowled. I sat on the Gopher cabin porch just as Leshawna banged her head on the bunk above her. "Okay, that dude is starting to get on my last nerve!"

Glancing their way, I glimpsed what went on inside.

"Whatever," Heather yawned as she started to get up from bed. "He just loves ruining our mornings. Ella, Lindsay, go warm up the shower for me,"

Ella and Lindsay, still feeling sleepy, looked at each other in silence. Lindsay had gotten up while Ella lay in her bed above the Bombshell.

"Now!" Heather ordered, making them flinch slightly. "And remember,"

Ella sighed. "Not too hot this time, yes," she narrowed her eyes into a scowl. "Your Majesty," she muttered under her breath before getting down.

I wondered how things would go as everyone got ready for the day. I had a plan for the challenge, but would the Screaming Gophers lose this time? Beth kept the statue, and according to Dawn, the black magic of Boney Island subtly influenced events, so we lost, and I was sent away so viciously. With it gone, anything could happen today.

Later, at the washrooms, all the girls from both teams, except Dawn and Heather, were all trying to hold in their pee as they waited in line for the bathroom. "What's the holdup?" Bridgette yelled from the middle of the line.

"Heather needs her private time," Lindsay said with a strained voice.

"How long's Queenie going to be in there?" Leshawna glared at the washroom door. "I got urgent business!"

"She could still be a while. Our apologies," Ella told her teammate.

"Ugh! That's it!" Gwen then ditched the line and started heading towards the woods. "I'm going lumberjack style."

The other girls cringed a bit as feedback from the loudspeaker got all their attention. "I hope you're ready for the most challenging challenge yet," Chris announced. "Breakfast in three minutes at the campfire pit."

After hearing this, the other girls, sans Lindsay and Ella, followed Gwen's lead and did their business in the woods. Ella knocked on the washroom door to get Heather's attention, presumably to inform her of the time limit, only for the leader of their alliance to call out, "Can one of you come in here and lotion my back? It's peeling!" Lindsay and Ella cringed at this as the former slowly backed into the woods. When Ella looked back, she saw no one and thus was forced to do this unpleasant task. The Fairy Tale Princess groaned and walked in.

A little over three minutes afterwards, both teams gathered at the firepit, with the host standing before us. "Are you ready for today's extreme max impact challenge?" Chris yelled to everyone, really hyping up the challenge for today.

Dave raised an eyebrow. "I think you're going a bit overboard with the descriptions,"

"Incoming!" Chris yelled as he held up a box filled with cans and threw one towards Gwen. Gwen flinched, thinking it was about to hit her in the face, but luckily, Trent came to the rescue and caught the can before it could hit her. Chris then began throwing the cans of beans at us. "This is breakfast."

"No," Heather said with disgust as she looked at the can. "Breakfast is crepes, croissants, even that passable stuff Chef cooks,"

Dave sighed. "At least being canned means the beans aren't contaminated," he paused, and his eyes widened nervously. "Let's just check the expiry date," the Germaphobe ran a finger around the label, paused, and sighed. "Thank goodness, they're edible,"

Knowing this would be the only food we'd get for breakfast, I cracked a can open and downed the contents.

"Today's challenge is about survival," Chris explained before pulling out something behind his back. One paintball gun. "We're going hunting!"

"What?" Dawn and Ella gasped together in horror.

"Now that's more like it," Duncan said with an eager smirk.

Tyler walked up to Chris and pointed at the weapon. "Isn't that a paintball gun?"

"Why yes," Chris said as he aimed the paintball gun at the clumsy jock and shot him with it. "It is."

Bridgette approached. "So, we won't be killing anything?" she asked with crossed arms.

"Negatory," Chris confirmed, making Bridgette smile. Dawn and Ella breathed a sigh of relief as I put a reassuring hand on the moonchild's shoulder. The gesture made Dawn blush a bit.

Chris continued, "This is the first ever paintball deer hunt. I'll announce the teams once we get into the woods. So, finish breaky."

After about forty-five minutes, we assembled at the entrance to the forest. Chris stood next to a trunk and a rack of paintball guns. "And now for the team breakdown. The Killer Bass hunters are Tyler, Geoff, and Bridgette," he chucked the green paintball guns to the three. "Locked and loaded with bass blue paint," he grabbed a red weapon and turned to us. "And using orange paint are the Gopher hunters. Leshawna, Ella, Gwen, Lindsay,"

Ella caught her paintball gun but frowned heavily.

"You also get these styling glasses and wicked camo caps!" Chris said as he reached into the trunk and pulled out said items. The host then pointed to us without guns. "The rest of you are now deer. Here are your antlers, noses, and little whitetails," he pulled out a headband with deer antlers attached, red deer noses, and belts with a little deer tail attached.

Dawn clapped and eagerly went to get her deer costume with us from both teams, looking less than happy with the wardrobe. I certainly wasn't; not only did I face the chance of encountering another bear, but my increased size meant I was a bigger target. If I had been made a hunter this time, a few problems would have been solved.

"Yeah, right," Heather rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "I am not wearing that."

Ella raised her hand. "May I swap roles with Heather or Dave? I would much prefer being a deer. Firing paint is too mean for me,"

Duncan complained, too, "There is no way I'm a deer."

Chris ignored this and placed the costume items onto the punk. "No role swapping, nor taking these off. Or else your team is toast,"

I smirked as I attached the belt. "So, Duncan, do you want to get voted out the same way as Eva?"

The juvie resident grumbled.

Looking away and checking my team, I noticed Ella used a marker pen and drew something on her paintball gun. Both Dave and I approached her. "What're you doing?" I asked.

Ella looked up and smiled. "Just because this weapon is made to do harm doesn't mean it can't look adorable and constantly delighted to be here," she then presented the side of her paintball gun, on which she drew a smiley face.

Dave and I exchanged a look. The Germaphobe cleared her throat, approached the Fairy Tale Princess, and touched her arm. "Ella, while your cheery optimism is admirable and all. It sometimes comes off as delusional,"

Ella's lips dropped slightly. "Delusional? As in mad?"

Dave bit his lip. "Like you don't fully understand the world around you, thinking it works one way when it doesn't. The way you act comes off as a reverse Alice in Wonderland; whereas Alice is the sane girl trying to make her way through a land of nonsense, you seem like the crazy girl naively unaware of how the real world works,"

Ella scowled. "Except that Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass were dreams, and thus Alice was drawn into the nonsense too. Mistaking the French mouse's long tale for its actual tail is a good example. What I do is to be an example to others,"

Dave gulped and held up his hands. "I mean, I don't think that, but others might get put off by it, just think it's weird. You're an amazing girl, Ella, a lot better than me,"

The Fairy Tale Princess took one of Dave's hands. "Don't sell yourself short, my prince. You have proven your worth time and again. Just be happy with yourself,"

I turned away from the happy couple and looked at Dawn as she adjusted her tail. I felt one of my dopey grins form. The aura whisperer seemed to notice and glanced behind her. "What? Is something wrong? Your aura has become distracted,"

"Oh, nothing," I stuttered. "I just think you look cute in that getup. The tail especially works on you,"

"Aww," Dawn cooed and blushed. "Thank you,"

Lindsay and Ella also cooed at the exchange. Heather merely crossed her arms and scowled.

Soon, the five of us, me, Dawn, Dave, his antler attached to his bowler hat, Heather, and Trent, walked into the forest ahead of the start. After we left earshot and visual range of the Bass hunters, I spoke, "Okay, guys, it's straightforward. We've got the numbers advantage. Five of us, and only three Bass hunters, one of whom is Tyler, who likely can't hit the broadside of a barn at point-blank range. And four Gopher hunters to three Bass deer. We should split up and travel around the island."

Dawn nodded. "An excellent idea, Cody," the moonchild then proceeded to get on all fours and walked away into the woods like a deer would.

Trent raised his eyebrow. "Cody, your girl still manages to be weird in new ways,"

I looked at where Dawn had vanished with bemusement. "Well, don't expect me to mimic her anytime soon," I walked the opposite way Dawn went. "Catch you later,"

Just before I left the hearing range of the other three, I heard Trent and Dave argue with Heather. The Queen Bee insisted on waiting for Ella and Lindsay to come and act as her bodyguards.

"Wouldn't that be against the rules?" Trent asked.

"Um, do you see a rules person anywhere?

Dave replied, "You're also going to take two of our hunters out of the game, ruining the number advantage Cody talked about,"

"We still outnumber the Bass hunters," Heather responded causally. "Worry about your own fluffy tails."

I shook my head and continued looking for a viable tree. My chosen one gave me a commanding view of the island, the campgrounds, and beyond. And the other branches and leaves kept me covered enough that people wouldn't spot up. Plus, I was well above the firing range of any paintball. While I knew bears could climb trees, I seriously doubted one would climb up this high if need be.

"Start your paintballs," Chris announced through the PA system. "Game on!"

As I waited atop the branch, I formulated some more plans. I saw some areas beyond the camp area and the immediate forest area. The wall Courtney ran into during the million-dollar briefcase search guarded parts for the Playa Des Losers resort, which the Total Drama staff used as headquarters. Somewhere there, Chris and Chef would set up the fake castaway area when the flood happened, the top four players were stranded, and Owen found Mr Coconut.

In the twenty-kilometre run, our route was confined to a five-kilometre circumference of the campgrounds in a way so we wouldn't notice the wall. This was as far as we were allowed and the extent of what was shown on screen for the first season. Areas beyond were not seen until the Revenge season.

Speaking of which, I saw the failed diamond mine, which was too far away for most people to access on foot in a reasonable timeframe. In the Revenge season, Chris and Chef Hatchet had to trick the Second Generation Cast into the food delivery truck, and that was fast enough to transport them, albeit roughly, to the mine in time to offload the explosive packs and blow the entrance before sunset.

I could reach the mine with my running speed for the hide-and-seek challenge. Chef Hatchet would be unable to find me in the allotted timeframe, most likely because he wouldn't bother looking that far away as he'd think I wouldn't know about it. If he couldn't find me, I'd get immunity.

I was yet to know the total size of Wawanakwa Island, but I figured during the break when Chris showed off the Playa Des Losers, it would give me the time to explore.

With that figured out, I checked the forest floor below me. And just in time to see a tired Ella and Lindsay finding Heather. Like before, the Queen Bee sent Lindsay off on the berry hunt and ordered Ella to get her non-barbeque-flavoured potato chips.

Knowing it would be a while before anything might kick-off between the Fairy Tale Princess and the Queen Bee, I searched the area for Dawn. I knew the aura whisperer could care for herself, but I just wanted to assure myself.

I finally spotted her, still embracing her inner dear, though unlike DJ last time, she did not try munching on grass. She instead got closer and inspected a flower. Then, a glimpse of red appeared from the bushes. Dawn jumped up onto her feet and started running. "You'll never take me alive!" she shouted, loud enough for me to hear.

Moments later, Tyler stumbled out of the bushes and slammed jaw-first into the ground. The jock regained his footing and ran after the moonchild.

Both hunter and deer disappeared from my sight for the time being. But I could already tell Dawn and Tyler would replicate the comedic saga between DJ and Owen.

A little later, I saw Ella make it outside and far into the woods. I couldn't see her face, but I could tell she was maddened as the Fairy Tale Princess slammed a foot into the ground. I grinned as it looked like Ella would follow Beth's example. This would be too much fun to miss, so I descended from the tree.

I saw Dave join her when I caught up, much like when I tailed Beth.

"What took you so long?" Heather demanded as the two approached her.

"Oh," Ella squeaked, yet her voice dripped with sarcasm. "My apologies, Your Majesty," she curtsied, waving her hand in deference. "I had to walk several kilometres back to the main lodge, avoid alerting Chef Hatchet to my presence within his domain, locate the potato chips, evade Chef on his return, and make my way back here,"

Heather glared. "I didn't ask for your life's story,"

Dave crossed her arms. "You ask Ella for her supposed delay, and she answered, with a reasonable explanation,"

"Shut up, Germaphobe; I don't need you here,"

Ella stepped up and presented the bag. "This was the only bag I could locate in the hast,"

Heather rudely swiped the chips away from Ella before opening it, sniffing the content, and recoiling in disgust. "They're barbeque!" the Queen Bee threw the bag of chips on the ground in front of Ella. "Go exchange them for dill pickle!" she looked away and huffily placed her fists on her hip.

Ella stood her ground and balled her fist. "I refuse," she stated.

Heather's eyes snapped open, and she quickly glared at Ella. "What did you just say?"

"I refuse," Ella repeated.

Dave inched up and took the discarded bag of chips. "If neither of you wants them, I'll not let them go to waste," he smirked at Ella. "Have fun,"

The Germaphobe did not see me as he walked by. Dread flooded my being as I watched him disappear. If Dave wasn't carefully handling those chips, he'd attract a bear and truly take my place. I imagined him with so many lacerations and scars on his body he looked like a Bengal tiger.

Confliction hammered me. I wanted to see Heather get one of her best dressing-downs, but I knew I could not leave Dave to the furies of an angry bear. Maybe it wouldn't happen this time; the bag hadn't ripped, and Dave was more delicate when handling food. Although deep down, I felt it wouldn't be so simple.

"Take it back," Heather ordered Ella.

The Fairy Tale Princess shook her head. "To apologise would mean I had done something wrong,"

"Take. It. Back!" Heather repeated.

"No," Ella replied. "Today has enlightened me to the true nature of this so-called alliance. I have been subjected to the same humiliation as two of my fictional role models, Snow White and Cinderella. You are the Evil Queen and Stepmother in this relationship, and I no longer wish to be treated as the servant to a tyrant,"

Heather crossed her arms. "Oh, please, Snow White and Cinderella were two of Disney's most spineless princesses ever made."

Ella nodded. "I agree. However, Belle and Jasmine were more proactive. Belle openly rejected Gaston's toxic advances, willingly surrendered herself to the Beast's hospitality to save her father and stood up to his aggressions. Jasmine tried running away from her gilded cage and confronted Jafar when he overstepped his authority. I, therefore, intend to follow their example," The Fairy Tale Princess slung her paintball gun onto her back. "So, if you, please excuse me, I have a challenge to attend to,"

Heather stared aghast at Ella's assertiveness. So much so she failed to notice Geoff and Bridgette arrive on the scene and fire a shot at her arm.

Seeing this as my cue to leave, I headed toward Dave. However, I guessed my delay in watching Ella verbally rip her a new one might have cost me the ability to track him. That was until I noticed the crumbs on the ground and a bear steadily licking them.

My eye twitched, and I started gasping for breath.

"Cody?" a familiar, calming voice said. My head snapped sideways to find Dawn standing beside me, her eyes wide and a hand over her frowned mouth. "Did you encounter another bear?"

"Yes," I admitted. "But Dave's about to have my experience," I pointed to the brown furry mass shambling into some bushes and explained the situation. "I may end up getting violent with the bear,"

Dawn bit her lip but nodded. "If it's to save Dave, then I will understand. But I should accompany you first to see if I can calm the bear,"

I nodded, quickly picked the moonchild, and carried her bridal style as we raced to catch up. She squeaked at my forwardness and rough handling, but I put that aside; I'd ask forgiveness later. I was a man on a mission.

Dawn patted my arm. "Cody, we should stop,"

"Dawn, please! We don't have time,"

"Cody!" she snapped. "The bear is still far from catching up with Dave. We have time to witness this," she pointed to a clearing. Ella readied a shot on Anne Maria; the Jerseyite stood in the open using her hairspray.

"Ella!" Heather called. Anne Maria jumped and ran off.

Ella stamped a foot on the ground. "Confound it, Heather! I had a perfect shot!"

The Queen Bee and Lindsay walked up. "We've been talking about you," Heather began.

"We have?" the Blonde Bombshell asked.

"Zip it," Heather snapped and called Lindsay by the name rhyming with the word idiot. Dawn scowled at that. The Queen Bee continued addressing Ella, unaware of us. "We decided to give you one last chance. If you take it back, you can rejoin our alliance,"

Ella raised an eyebrow. "Will there be any difference in how you behave?"

"Why should I change?" Heather snapped back. "You're nothing without me!"

"So far," Ella replied. "Your track record as a leader is lacking. You took advantage of our naivety to lord over Lindsay and me. However, my experience with Sugar has opened my eyes," Ella clenched her fists. "The only difference between you and Sugar is appearance and less flatulence, but you two are near identical personality-wise!"

Heather gasped, scowled, took off her deer nose and lobbed it at Ella.

I hummed. "Well, that's an automatic disqualification for us," Dawn nodded.

"I am giving you one last chance,"

"Why? Because you know you can't survive without your underlings?"

"I can make your life miserable here!"

"You already are!"

I looked down at Dawn. "Let's get moving before we're hit with paint," the aura whisperer nodded and pointed. "I sense Dave's aura that way,"

"Then be my compass," I said as I ran again.

We found Dave at the blueberry bush like I had been, and the bear roared loudly in his face. Thankfully, unlike what happened to me, Dave's coat, sweater, and shirt weren't torn off, though his bowler hat with the antlers, eye protection and red nose went flying.

Before I could put Dawn down and allow her to calm the ursine from causing any damage, the bear swiped a paw into the left side of Dave's face.

Like before, I saw red and charged at the bear.

Dawn gasped and collapsed to her knees. "My tea leaves said nothing about this!"

I can only remember blurred snippets. The bear took another couple of slashes at Dave, taking his sweater and shirt off, and left gashes in his arms and torso as I feared. I wrestled with something heavy, shaggy, and grunting. Bones cracked. I threw a punch, and there came another crack. Ignoring this, I grabbed the furry paw and threw it back and forth over my head.

"Stop!" Dawn shouted. "Stop! It's already dead!"

I snapped out of the rage and surveyed the damage. The bear was crumpled and mangled, its head smashed in, likely from the punch.

Dawn stepped forward and placed a hand on the ursine back. "I'll perform the rights to make sure this creature returns to the Great Earth Mother peacefully while you, Cody, get Dave back to camp for medical attention,"

I turned around and saw Dave lying on the ground in a feeble state, shaking violently and blood gushing from his wounds; a large chunk of his hair had been ripped out. For a brief second, I saw my sixteen-year-old self in his place, and I remembered how long it took for the interns to get me to safety.

I used Dave's torn shirt and sweater as makeshift bandages, with the most significant strip wrapped around his face. Once the bleeding was contained, I gently picked him up and took off. I didn't care who got in my way or if I was splattered with paint. Dave's life was far more critical.

No one saw me as I careened into the campgrounds. "Chris! Chef Hatchet! Emergency!"

Chef Hatchet came out of the main lodge looking furious. "Whose shouting while I'm making dinner?"

"I am!" I yelled back. "Dave's been mauled by a bear! He needs treatment, stat!"

Upon hearing the military talk, Chef quickly checked Dave over. "Bring him to the tent," we rushed him to the medical tent. Inside, Chris smirked. "Dang, Cody. We should call you the Bear Basher from now on,"

"Cram it, McLean!" I snapped back. "This is not time for jokes," Chef Hatchet nodded and touched my shoulder. "You head back to the game, soldier. We'll take care of him,"

"No need," Chris said as he picked up the PA microphone. "Attention human-wildlife and hunters! Please report back to camp! It's time to show your hides and tally up the scores!"

I sighed and took off my paraphernalia. Then I blinked. "Wait, Chris, Heather took her deer nose off. Does that count as a disqualification?"

"Should do," the host said. "But as far as I can tell, Heather's the only deer with paint of any colour on her, so the Gophers lose anyway,"

"I guess that makes sense,"

Ella, Heather, and Leshawna were covered in orange and blue paint. Chef Hatchet then wheeled Dave out in an entire body cast, a blood transfusion drip, and the left side of his face was bandaged. Thankfully, unlike me, his mouth wasn't getting covered by the cast.

Ella gasped and knelt. "David! My prince, what happened?"

The cast prevented the Germaphobe from shivering. "Bear attack," he said, and his eyes darted to me. "If what happened to you was anything like mine, I can see why you're so traumatised by them," Ella placed a hand on Dave's exposed cheek and shushed him. "It's all right, my prince. You're alive; you survived," she softly sang to him.

Just then, hoofbeats sounded, and a massive stag cantered into the site with Dawn and Tyler riding on its back. The jock flopped on dismount, but Lindsay didn't mind. "You looked magnificent riding that elk, Tyler," the stag snorted. Dawn patted his neck. "That's just Lindsay; she can be a little scatterbrained at times,"

Chris started pacing about and made his speech and subverted the dressing down by calling it wicked television. Dawn rolled her eyes.

Just then, Courtney and Duncan returned, antlers tangled up.

Gwen smirked. "Oh, this is too much,"

From his chair, Dave chuckled, though he winced. "It hurts to laugh," he wheezed. He coughed. "But still, the back and forth you two have had has become so old you've gotten into a rut,"

I and several others groaned. Ella and Dawn both giggled while Chris gave a belly laugh. "Awesome play on words, dude. Good to know the bear didn't slice your sense of humour out,"

Tyler chuckled. "Duncan, you sly dog,"

"The girl can't keep her antlers off me," Duncan joked, and Courtney swiftly and harshly kicked him in the kiwis. Duncan winced, and a tear dropped down his face as he squeaked, "Can't even bend over."

"Easy, Courtney," Chris warned. "Our medical tent is only equipped for one at a time, and Dave's pretty messed up."

Geoff and Bridgette eased the antlers off, allowing Duncan to fall to his knees. The stag, still hanging around, quickly trudged up to the punk, pushed his snot into Duncan's face, and snorted angrily at him. "Now what?" Duncan coughed.

Dawn walked up alongside the deer. "Monarch is extremely mad at you for giving his lead mate a harsh rubbing on her forehead,"

So, the deer Duncan roughed up in the first episode was a doe. I wasn't an expert on animals. Still, I could see the punk's expression of fear build up, especially at the sixteen antler points. "Okay, I'm sorry I did that," he blurted out. The stag still looked suspicious but shallowly nodded and galloped off into the forest.

"Well," Chris concluded. "Since three members of the Gophers are dripping in paint," Lindsay then showed her blue splattered back. "Make those four members, and some aren't even deer," he then looked at Heather. "I also hear a certain Gopher took off parts of her costume during the game to use as a projectile to someone else; that's a team disqualification," he smiled at the Killer Bass. "I think we have our winner,"

The Bass cheered.

I looked at Dave. Like Noah, I could not change the outcome despite the lack of any curse.

Dawn came to my side and patted my hand. "I know, Cody. We can't do everything, but we can try."

At the campfire that night, Dawn and I voted for Heather as we knew Dave would be eliminated by the others to get treatment.

"There are only eight marshmallows on this plate," Chris said. "When I call your name, come up and claim your marshmallow. The camper,"

"Who does not receive a marshmallow must immediately return the Dock of Shame, catch the Boat of Losers and leave," Gwen interrupted Chris and quickly said the rest of the host's speech that he told every single ceremony.

"Do not pass go," Dave joked. "Don't collect two hundred dollars. Got straight to the Dock of Shame,"

Gwen nodded. "Can't we just get this over with?"

"Fine," Chris said. "Whatever. Spoil the moment," he threw the marshmallows at us. "Trent, Lindsay, Cody, Dawn, Gwen, Leshawna,"

Ella frowned, and Heather made a slicing gesture with her finger.

"Ella," Chris announced, and Heather flinched.

I crossed my arms. "Don't be so surprised, Heather. Your arrogance led you down that path,"

Chris smirked. "Yeah, but she has a reprieve. Dave is leaving us tonight."

The second Chris said that, the Queen Bee quickly snatched the marshmallow and glared at her team. "You are all lucky, okay? Very lucky!"

I rolled my eyes. "Keep telling yourself that. You might believe it one day,"

"Dave, the Dock of Shame awaits, bro," Chris said, only for Dave to try and move. The host grinned. "I guess we can help you get there."

Ella stood up. "I'll do it,"

Dawn and I joined Ella in wheeling Dave down to the dock, and I ensured his wheelchair brakes were secure. As I got up, I lightly patted Dave on the encased back. "I hope you recover better than I did,"

Dave grinned. "Thanks for saving me. I plan to start bulking up when I return home. You know, workout, eat more," he paused. "Carbs?" he blinked. "Anyway, this story's going to have a happy ending,"

Ella smiled. "And I hope to be a part of it," she kissed Dave on the cheek. "Good night, my sweet prince. Let my angelic voice sing you to sleep tonight,"

Dave blushed but possessed a pleased, goofy grin. "That's not quite the Hamlet quote, nor the right context,"

"I know," Ella said, caressing his cheek. "I'm just making something for ourselves,"

Dawn and I left the two to themselves until the Boat of Losers came to collect Dave.