Unbeknownst to Moffitt, Vanora hadn't found it easy to fall asleep that night. Whatever had been causing Livna to bark madly at the woods, the Black Shuck was the last thing Vanora suspected. She doubted she would be as worried if it hadn't tried attacking her husband, but it did. At least he, Anah, and Livna were okay. That was all that mattered. Then again, what was to stop it from happening again? What was to stop it from going after her, or worse, Jules? Vanora turned to face Moffitt, but found a gray husky had decided to wedge herself between them. She noticed Livna had her head on Moffitt's chest, and decided to leave them be. Vanora turned back to her own pillow, and tried to fall asleep.

Livna must have left at some point in the night, as Vanora awoke that morning feeling her husband snuggling up to her and hearing him give a contented sigh. Moffitt kissed her cheek and nuzzled her before whispering, "Good morning, darling."

"Good morning, Jack," Vanora said. She turned to face him, putting her arms around him and planting a long kiss on his lips.

"Oh, don't tease me like that on a workday," Moffitt said. "I'd much rather stay here and have a cuddle."

"I know. So would I." Vanora ran her fingers through Moffitt's hair. She had to stop when his alarm clock started ringing, and he rolled over to turn it off. She saw the two little puncture wounds from the rattlesnake on his left hand, now in the process of healing, and her thoughts turned to the day before once again. After the magpie prophecy two years ago, she wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea of dealing with more dark magic. At least there had been plenty to learn about the magpies. There wasn't much available to learn about the Black Shuck, despite it being around for several hundred years. She knew one of the things many people said about it was that misfortune would fall on anyone who saw it, but wasn't sure if that could be considered true given that it was both occasionally seen as helpful, and some had seen it and didn't come away with anything more than a sense of unease. Vanora couldn't blame Moffitt for telling her to avoid that section of the woods. She didn't want to walk that way until she knew more. She was scared, but grateful that this didn't seem to be anything like the magpie prophecy.

Moffitt went into the bathroom to shave, and Anah slithered out to the kitchen to get breakfast ready. Vanora got dressed, trying not to think about what had happened with the magpies. There were times when all of that seemed far away, and other times when it felt that it had all just happened yesterday. She still had nightmares about the gargoyle in the library, or trying to keep Dietrich alive after he had let Mahlah, a black mamba, bite him to send him to the river to help Troy. Worst of all were dreams about something terrible happening to Jules. Sometimes, those dreams involved the magpies, but other times were different. She dreamt of not being able to find him, whether it was home or at a large public place, or him coming home a completely different person, or learning he was in the hospital for some reason. She theorized they were merely manifestations of her worries over Jules growing up. On one hand, she was proud of him and how mature he was for his age, but on the other, she sometimes wished he was just a little bit younger again.

Vanora left the bedroom, adjusting her blouse, and went into the kitchen where Anah had tea and coffee ready. Jules was already at the table with his tea. He smelled strongly of cold air and horse hay. "'Morning, Mum," he said.

"Good morning." Vanora took her coffee, adding a bit of cream and sugar. "It must be freezing out there."

"It's not too bad, not like last night," Jules replied. "It'll probably be warmer in the afternoon, like yesterday."

Moffitt came out of the bathroom, and gave his wife a kiss before going right for his tea. He squeezed Jules's shoulder. "Good morning. I take it the horses are taken care of?"

"Yeah," Jules said. "It must've gotten really cold last night. There was a really thin layer of ice on the trough. The hose and pump were alright, though."

"That's good. I reckon it won't be long before we need to keep on top of that," Moffitt said. He finished preparing his tea, and sat at the table just before Anah served everyone breakfast. Even Livna was with them, eating out of her bowl by the cabinets.

After breakfast was finished and cleaned up, Vanora went into the bathroom to make sure she was presentable, then saw Moffitt stick his head in the door in the mirror. "Do you need something, Jack?"

"Just checking to see if you're ready to go." He smiled as he stood behind her, and gave her a gentle hug. "I think you look lovely, darling."

"Thank you." Vanora glanced outside the bathroom to see Jules heading into the parlor with Anah to start his lessons for the day. She turned back to the mirror, doing her best to fix her hair with Moffitt still hugging her. They both nearly tripped over Livna, as she decided to lay right outside the door, and looked up at them, smiling with her tongue lolling out.

"I'm sorry, lint-ball, we're going to work," Moffitt said, leaning over to pet the husky. "We'll be back a little later, just like every day. Go cuddle up with Jules."

Livna stayed close while two of her humans put their coats on, then went over to get her leash.

"Not now, Liv," Vanora said. "Later, alright?"

The husky tilted her head in confusion.

Moffitt frowned. "She usually understands mornings aren't walk-time."

"Perhaps she knows something isn't right out there and wants to protect us," Vanora suggested.

"That wouldn't surprise me. She did tackle the Black Shuck quite hard. I've never seen her get violent with anyone or anything before."

The couple managed to leave the house without Livna following, heading out to the blue Land Rover in the driveway. After Moffitt backed out onto the road, he glanced at Vanora. "I didn't want to say anything in front of Jules and Anah, but I noticed you looked rather deep in thought at the table."

"You did?" Vanora asked.

"Yes. We're celebrating twenty years of marriage next month, darling, I know all your expressions and the little nuances of them by now."

"Good point." Vanora sighed. "Well, you're right. I was thinking about yesterday. It's been nice not having to deal with things like this."

Moffitt frowned. "You were thinking of the magpies, weren't you?"

"Yes."

"Ah." Moffitt drew in a breath. "I don't think this'll be like that. At least there's no prophecy involved."

"Not that we know of."

"I think if there was something, Anah would have said something." Moffitt's gaze became distant for a moment. "She learned her lesson from last time about hiding things like that."

Vanora nodded. "I still remember you yelling at her when she finally did tell us."

"I don't like thinking about it, but I do think it was warranted. Hiding that prophecy was a very stupid thing for her to do."

"It was. At least we figured it out, and we're all okay." For the most part.

"I don't blame you for being worried." Moffitt reached over to squeeze Vanora's hand. "Whatever happens, we'll get through it."

Vanora squeezed his hand back, not saying anything. She kept quiet until they parked in one of the lots by the university, and felt Moffitt squeezing her hand again.

"Are you alright, darling?" he asked.

"Yes."

Moffitt's gray eyes were full of concern. "You look lost. We have a bit of time, Vanora, we can talk if you need it."

"I don't think I'll relax until I figure out more about how we can handle the Black Shuck."

"I feel like there's something else."

Vanora shook her head. "No. It's… fine."

"That doesn't reassure me." Moffitt's grip on her hand tightened when Vanora opened the car door. "Vanora, look at me, please? What's wrong?"

When Moffitt loosened his grip, Vanora gently began massaging his hand with her thumb. "It's been two years since… all that happened. Suddenly, I… I don't want to go inside."

"Everything's flooding back and you don't feel safe anymore."

Vanora nodded.

"Would you like someone to keep you company?"

"You have your own job, Jack."

"I wasn't thinking about me."

"Dietrich's in Germany."

"I wasn't thinking about him, either. Or anyone human."

"Well, they won't let Livna in."

Moffitt grinned a little. "I'll have to surprise you then." His grin faded. "Can you at least get to your office on your own?"

"I think I can."

"Alright. I should be by within the hour." Moffitt leaned over to kiss her forehead. "I love you."

"I love you, too." Vanora took her briefcase before getting out of the car. She became more nervous once she and Moffitt parted ways, but kept making her way to the steps of her building. Over the last two years, she had pondered many times about getting her office moved, but never brought it up as she felt her reasoning was silly. Her office was across the hall from the library. The same library where a gargoyle, hijacked by the magpies, had broken in and trapped her in the massive room until Moffitt came to her rescue, armed with three highly venomous snakes. Most days, Vanora didn't think much about being so close to the library. Other days, it was a challenge just to walk by. Those were the days when she thought about asking to get moved to a different room. But, she felt it was silly. She was comfortable talking to Evelina about it, but no one else, and the last thing she wanted to do was answer if anyone else asked.

She made her way up the stairs and down the hallway to her office, unable to stop herself from looking through the doors and windows into the library. She could see the large window that the gargoyle had crashed through. Like now, that morning had been dead silent. Vanora hugged her briefcase to her chest, trying to stop her hands from shaking. In her mind, she could hear the shattering of glass, and each shard smashing against the floor. She quickly became overwhelmed with a desire to cry, but kept it hidden as she walked by other people, professors and students alike. Once she was in her office, she released her breath, but then clenched her fists, still not wanting to cry in case someone entered the room.

Vanora went about opening the curtains and setting up her desk. She tried to focus on the task of asking Evelina about the Black Shuck, but decided to wait until after Moffitt came with his surprise. It's going to be a snake, isn't it?

About a half-hour later, Moffitt was at the door. He grinned while holding up a snake hook and a large, white bucket marked with signs that it contained a venomous snake. "Surprise," he said.

"I had a feeling it was going to be a snake," Vanora said.

"Why, yes." Moffitt unscrewed the top of the bucket, and the wide, crimson head of a red spitting cobra appeared near the rim. "I believe you've met Nekoda, right?"

"He was with you when you… came to deal with the gargoyle."

Moffitt nodded. "He was. I chose him to be with you today because he's used to people. He's not nearly as grumpy as Zeresh—that and I can't bring her bloody branch—and Mahlah is very particular about who he's comfortable with. I also figured something smaller would be easier for you to handle."

"You think I can handle this?"

"I've already told Nekoda what his job is for the day. I know your office doesn't see much traffic, so there won't be anything to upset him. If for whatever reason, he bites you or someone else, I brought a vial of antivenom. Contact Oliver's office immediately if you need help. I know you'll be visiting Evelina at some point, so I'll leave the bucket for you to put Nekoda in while you're out." Moffitt held out the hook. "That's what this is for."

"You thought of everything with this, haven't you?"

"I did." Moffitt watched Nekoda crawl out of the bucket, then glanced back at Vanora. "I'm sorry if this seems… a bit much. I don't want you to be alone if you're feeling upset."

"He can't talk like Anah, though."

"No, but feel free to talk to him. He'll listen—in his own way."

"I can't exactly touch him, can I?"

"He will smell me on you. That will keep him comfortable, but, let him come to you. Even then, be careful. He's still not Anah."

Vanora nodded. "Alright. Thank you, Jack."

"No problem. I'll call during my lunch break and see how you're doing." Moffitt set the snake hook on the bucket, and gave Vanora another kiss before leaving the room. "I love you, darling. See you later."

"I love you, too. Have a good day." Moffitt turned and left the room, making sure the door was closed.

Vanora turned to see the red spitter exploring along the base of a row of bookshelves. "Right. I suppose I should get to work, and hope I don't forget you're here."

Nekoda glanced at her for a second, then went back to exploring.

"Well, I do want to see Evelina, so I'm going to have to put you in the bucket." Vanora picked up the hook, and slowly approached Nekoda. He didn't seem bothered in the slightest while being lifted and placed back in the bucket. Once the lid was closed, Vanora hid it behind her desk and headed out into the hall to find Evelina. She found the older woman in her office, fingers flying over the keys of a typewriter. Vanora anxiously glanced over her shoulder at the windows to the library, before closing the door.

"Good morning, Vanora," Evelina said. "Do you need something?"

"Yes. To talk. I… well… over the last few days, Livna was acting strange every time I walked her near a trail entrance by the woods to the west of Cambridge. She would start barking and wouldn't stop until I pulled her away. Jack took her yesterday, with Anah, to see if he could figure out what was bothering her. They came to that spot, and a large animal rushed out to attack Jack. He wasn't hurt, and neither were Anah and Livna, thank goodness. When he described it, I said it sounds like the Black Shuck."

"East Anglia's Grim. There haven't been any sightings of him in years," Evelina said. "You said this animal attacked Jack specifically?"

"It tried biting his left hand. He did have a bleeding wound from a rattlesnake bite that it could probably smell. Other than that, I can't think of any reason why it would go after him."

"What happened? Did he scare it off?"

"It only ran after he kicked it when it tried going after Anah."

Evelina took a rolled up map from her desk. "The woods… to the west of Cambridge."

"Slightly northwest."

"Ah. I know exactly where you're talking about. I've been hearing from others that they've been avoiding walking there because something 'doesn't feel right.' No specifics."

"I noticed the paths were a lot quieter than they usually are. Especially for this time of year when all the trees have changed color."

"Did Jack or Anah notice that they couldn't use their abilities?"

"Yes. Jack said it was quite sudden. He tried communicating with the snakes and nothing happened."

"I would say we're definitely being visited by the Grim. The question is why. I'm also guessing that no one has really seen him yet, given that there's been no mention in the newspapers. The stories about the Black Shuck are all over the place in terms of his temperament and intentions. There's no way to guess what his purpose is here, but if he's been here for a few days, then there's a reason for it."

"Whatever that reason is, Jack and I are going to walk Livna somewhere else."

"I have several researchers who would be delighted to investigate this. They specialize in local legends."

"Well, good. They can take care of this." Vanora didn't feel like she had learned much of anything, and turned to leave with no intention of saying goodbye. She hesitated while looking into the hallway.

"Are you alright, Vanora?" Evelina asked while putting away her map.

"Fine. I'm… going back to work."

"You seem troubled."

Vanora sighed. Apart from Moffitt, Evelina was the only person she could be open with. "I really hope this isn't something that's going to get out of control, like the magpies."

"I don't think so, especially if you don't go near that area for a little while. Knowing you and Jack, you won't."

"No. I definitely don't. Jack was worried last night that I was going to get curious about it. That… couldn't be further from the truth. If it hadn't attacked him, maybe I'd be curious, but not now."

Evelina glanced around. "I've noticed over the last two years that you've seemed… less happy working here."

"I have days where I enjoy it and days where I… can't stop thinking about what happened, especially with… the library being right there."

"Would you like a different office?"

"Funny you say that, I've thought about asking, but… always dismissed it as being ridiculous."

Evelina shook his head. "No. I can't imagine anyone coming away from what you did without being even a little bit rattled. It still haunts you, though, doesn't it?"

"Very much so. I was fine yesterday, until the thought crept in that we were going to have to deal with yet another magical disaster. At least… At least Jules isn't involved."

"I get the feeling that's a bigger part of the issue here."

Vanora nodded. "I don't want him to go through something like that again. That was bad enough, and then there was his accident while driving a few months ago. I know no one was hurt and we didn't lose the vehicle, but… I constantly feel like something bad is going to happen to him."

"Has he even said anything about what's going on right now?"

"No, other than he has no plans to go near the woods when he takes his horse out."

"He's proved time and time again that when he says something, he means it."

"I know."

"You're his mother. It's natural to worry. Just don't become overbearing with him. There's no need to and, frankly, you run the risk of pushing him away. I can understand how that's difficult, given what happened two years ago." Evelina glanced down at her desk before regaining eye contact with Vanora. "Something else I'd been thinking about, if you don't want a new office, is this: do you even want to stay here, at Cambridge? Is there something else you've been wanting to do in your life? Something that could help you heal? Maybe even early retirement?"

"You're not telling me to leave, are you?"

"No, absolutely not. I want to know what will help you."

"Honestly, I don't know. If I retire early and stay home most of the time, I'm worried about intruding on Jules's life."

"That would be a challenge, wouldn't it? You're more than capable of overcoming it."

"If you say so. I don't think that's something I'm ready for yet. Jack mentioned that just running away from something scary isn't always the best option. He does have years of experience dealing with his own problems. Perhaps I should talk to him about it first."

"Do what you feel is best. I'll let you know if we find anything worth mentioning about the Black Shuck."

"Thank you." Vanora turned to the door. "If I don't see you again at some point today, I'll see you tomorrow. I appreciate the talk."

"Not a problem. Good luck."

Vanora returned to her office, and closed the door before opening the bucket. Nekoda gave a startled hiss, causing Vanora to step back in order to avoid being sprayed with venom. Instead, the cobra looked around for a moment before lowering his narrow hood and beginning to crawl out of the bucket. He slithered toward the back window, and climbed up onto the chair, perching on its back to look out the window. When Moffitt, Jules, Anah, and Millington had traveled up to Scotland to seek out the Island of Blue Adders, which had hidden the silver sword centuries ago, Dietrich had offered to keep Vanora company. He had sat in that same chair, preventing things from becoming boring by making conversation. A snake, unless it was Anah, couldn't really do that. Vanora had been indifferent to snakes before, but being with Moffitt and Anah had showed her that there a bit more to them than most would think.

When Vanora took a break for tea, she noticed a long red form climbing up onto her desk. She stayed still until Nekoda stopped moving, which happened to be right around her teacup. At first, she found it somewhat inconvenient, but figured he was only there because he was cold. Vanora moved to take her cup, noticing Nekoda watching. He didn't stop watching her until after she had taken a sip and set the cup back in the center of his crimson coils.

"I'm sure Jack has told you all the rules when it comes to tea," Vanora said. "I love him, but I think he overcomplicates tea. He takes it very seriously, probably the most seriously of any British citizen. It makes him happy, though. If he's going on about tea, it means he's in a good mood."

Naturally, Nekoda didn't have any response to offer.

"At least Jules has a more laid-back approach to tea. He's still very much his father's son, just less high-strung." Vanora sighed, wondering if she had been overthinking Jules earlier. He could be trusted. She knew that. She was quiet for a long while, deep in thought, unaware of Nekoda watching her with his head slightly tilted. "I wish I could stop worrying so much."

When Moffitt came by at the end of the day, he gave Vanora a kiss, then started petting Nekoda. "Was he well-behaved?" Moffitt asked.

"Extremely," Vanora said. "He's been on my desk since I came back from Evelina's office. I think he's cold."

"Aww." Moffitt picked up the snake. "Alright, we'll bring you back to your tank so you can spend time under your heat lamp." He set Nekoda in the bucket, then waited for Vanora to put her coat on and turn off the lights. "And how are you doing, darling?"

"Not much different to this morning. Evelina said there's not much we can do other than avoiding the woods. Since it seems that the Black Shuck has been in that area for a few days, it probably has a reason for being there."

"So the best we can do is stay out of its way."

"Pretty much. It still… worries me."

"I know."

"Jules has nothing to do with this, and yet—"

"Because of what happened with the magpies, you're terrified something will happen that involves him."

"Yes. How are you not worried?"

"I am a little, but so far, there's been nothing that suggests the Black Shuck wants anything to do with him. If anything, it's me we need to worry about. Blasted thing wanted to take my hand off."

"Are you worried?"

"Of course, but I'm more worried about you and Jules."

They were quiet until reaching Dr. Millington's laboratory. It looked as though Nekoda's tank had been cleaned while he was away, so he was exploring his fresh bedding after Moffitt put him inside. "There you are," Moffitt said. "Someone got that all nice and clean for you. Good night." He turned to see Mahlah pressed flat against the glass, and sighed.

"Are you going to take him out?" Vanora asked. "Look at that face."

"No, because it's time to go home. I'm ready for a shower and my evening tea."

Millington came out of his office, adjusting his jacket. "Hello to both of you. Thank you for returning Nekoda."

"Not a problem," Moffitt said. "He was very well-behaved."

"As always." Millington sighed, glancing at Vanora. "The Black Shuck, eh? I haven't heard any stories of him since I was a lad."

"Unfortunately, there's nothing we can do apart from leaving that section of the park alone and letting Evelina's researchers do their work," Vanora said.

"That won't be a problem for me. Or anyone with a shred of sense."

"I'm curious as to why it's chosen that area to hang around in."

"Well, it's not like I would know. Like I said, I haven't heard anything about the Black Shuck in decades. People were claiming to see him near Cottonham shortly after this horrible incident at the Fairisles manor in 1908. The owners, Fergus and Isadora Fairisles, had been away on a trip to New York, leaving their daughter, Ruth, in the care of a nanny. The family had always been present in town, hosting festivals, funding repairs for schools, railways, and churches, that sort of thing. Most of the townsfolk loved them. Now, Ruth was about seven. About a week into her parents' trip, she stopped showing up at school. An officer was sent to the manor after the school couldn't reach anyone by telephone. When he arrived, the whole building was engulfed in flames."

"Good heavens," Vanora whispered.

"Nearly everything on the property was in the process of being destroyed. The gardens were likely what was responsible for the fire spreading so quickly around the property, as that month had been very dry. They had horses, but they had managed to flee without casualties."

Moffitt breathed a sigh of relief.

"Unfortunately, Ruth did not."

Moffitt winced. "That is horrible."

"Yes. I… can't imagine what her parents felt," Vanora said. She found herself backing closer to Moffitt, and felt him put his arm around her.

"What makes this even stranger is that when the wreckage was searched, the nanny, or at least a body resembling hers, couldn't be found. The officer also claimed to have heard a dog barking and baying, but the Fairisles family didn't have a dog. Naturally, rumors began to circulate that the Black Shuck was involved with the fire somehow. Some say he started it. The fire brigade had a hard time narrowing down where the fire began, but much of the evidence points to the big library on the first floor. The damage was quite extensive, and was ultimately ruled an accident. There were more sightings of the Black Shuck afterward, and simply due to his reputation as a dark omen and a harbinger of death, some attributed to fire to him."

"What happened to the little girl's parents?" Vanora asked.

"They were absolutely devastated. They raced home from New York when they got the news. I remember my mother saying the looks on their faces were among the saddest she had ever seen."

"No one should lose their child like that. Or at all."

Millington nodded in agreement. "Mr. and Mrs. Fairisles left the public eye after that. Fergus continued managing railway lines across Cambridgeshire, and eventually went to India for a few years to assist in railways there. He came back not long before World War II started, resuming his work here, but not doing very many public events anymore. After that, no one's really heard from either him or his wife. They never rebuilt the manor, and I think I recall reading that they moved to a much smaller property out in the westernmost parts of Cambridgeshire."

"And what of the nanny?" Moffitt asked.

Millington shrugged. "Completely disappeared. Some say the Black Shuck took her. Others think she was a witch and fled by broom after starting the fire herself. To be honest, I doubt this is why the Black Shuck is here. It's been fifty years, after all."

"Time probably doesn't mean much to it."

"No," Vanora said. "It's none of our business anyway. Whatever it wants, we're going to stay out of its way."

"Probably for the best," Millington replied. He looked around and made sure his keys were in his pockets before saying, "Alright, well, good night to you. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Good night," Moffitt said. He turned to Vanora as they left the lab. "Are you alright?"

"You've been asking that all day," Vanora replied.

"I know. I'm just… making sure."

Vanora sighed. "Given that horrible beast tried attacking you, it probably killed that little girl."

"Nobody knows that," Moffitt said. "The fire could have easily done so as well. Or the nanny."

"I'm going to blame the Black Shuck until proven otherwise."

Moffitt frowned. "You usually don't say things like that. No one really knows what happened. We can't be assigning blame without evidence." He went quiet until they arrived at the parking lot and got in the Land Rover. "I get the feeling you're only saying that because of your own fears with Jules."

Vanora didn't respond.

Moffitt sighed while navigating out of the lot. "Look, I don't want to sound like I'm dismissing you, darling, but Jules has nothing to do with this. Nothing. I'm not sure what I can say or do that'll convince you to relax. The bloody thing attacked me, not Jules. It makes no sense to be worried that this is going to involve him—"

"Have you forgotten what happened two years ago with those damn magpies?!"

Moffitt's gray gaze became icy. He drove in complete silence. The silence was uncomfortable. Vanora was still frustrated, but now there was worry on top of it that she had struck a nerve with her husband. It was extremely rare to see him angry. She kept glancing at him, wondering if it was a good idea to say anything. When they reached home, there was still silence until Moffitt shut the vehicle off. He faced her, still very much unhappy. "Don't you ever assume that I've forgotten what happened with the magpies. I nearly lost you, Anah, Troy, Dietrich, and Jules. Just like with so much other… rubbish in my life, I can't forget it, no matter how much I want to. It hurt to hear you ask me that. Just because I'm not overly concerned about Jules doesn't mean I don't care. I'm trying to look at this whole thing rationally. Besides, even if the Black Shuck did want us for something, we can handle it. I understand we wouldn't want to, but we can." Moffitt's expression had softened. He opened the car door, and took his briefcase before getting out and walking around to the passenger side. He opened the door, and waited patiently.

Vanora hesitated before getting out. Before she could start heading up the stone path to the house, Moffitt tapped her shoulder. She turned to face him, and let him hug her.

"I'm sorry for getting angry. I should know better than most how… frustrating it is to deal with things like this," Moffitt whispered. He kissed the top of her head. "Am I forgiven?"

Vanora nodded. "You make good points. I just don't want to see the magpie incident happen again."

"I don't, either." Moffitt kissed her again. "Tell you what, let's go inside, out of the bloody cold. You get your bath first, I'll make your tea, and then we'll have dinner, and end the day with a cuddle."

As much as Vanora felt there was more to talk about, she did wonder if it would be a good to take a break for now. That whole day had been spent being varying degrees of miserable, and she wanted nothing more than to be happy and worry-free.