"Mayer," a cheery voice called, knocking on the door of the workshop. Without any time waiting for a response, the door creaked open and Magallan poked her head through cautiously. "Mayer, are you awake?"

The answer was abundantly clear with a sleeping Mayer slumped over her work station, lubricant oil covering one of her cheeks as she snored softly. MEEBOs were curled up, mostly around the engineer's feet, emulating snoring sounds. Her robotic arts arms were deactivated, and she seemed rather peaceful. Magallan pushed the door open and silently walked in, careful not to step on any of the robots that had been programmed to bite should they feel threatened, annoyed, or received an order. Once she was finally to her friend, Magallan gently placed a hand on her shoulder and gently shook her.

"Hrmgh," Mayer grunted, lifting her head then blinking several times before it plopped back down. "Five more minutes…"

"I'm afraid that won't do, you're going to want to see this," Magallan replied, floating a document in front of Mayer's sleepy face. The otter opened her eyes to read it. Once she got past the preliminary and into the meat of the paper her eyes widened, bloodshot from her nightshift seemingly increasing. She suddenly was up and grabbed the paper out of Magallan's hands. She held it close to her eyes, rapidly going from line to line to confirm what it said.

"Holy crap! An exchange program with Rhodes Island for development of unknown technologies?! Are you sure? I never thought we would be partnering with a Pharmaceutical Company for engineering. Is this even legit?"

"Yes, I confirmed it with the Head of Engineering, I thought you would want to see it. They want an engineering expert as well as an excavation and resources expert, don't you think we would fit the bill nicely?"

"Yeah, and we'd get to go see Silence and Ptilopsis again!"

"Saria and Iffy are also at Rhodes Island, we'd get to see them again."

"Hold up, I'm going to boss man and seeing if I can get us to leave with the signers of this deal," Mayer excitedly declared before running out of her chaotic workshop, leaving Magallan behind in a room full of activated MEEBO which were staring at her, wondering what their creator was so excited about.

With the last contract signed, Evan felt like he could breathe a sigh of relief and placed the pen down. Of course, in the name of professionalism he did not. He had been spending a whole two days fleshing out the contracts with Rhine Lab and Columbian Auto. Thankfully, Saria did most of the heavy lifting in negotiations. Liskarm and even Jessica spoke some, but for the most part it was as though Evan himself was an observer. It was a good learning experience though, as maddeningly boring as it was. He had honestly never negotiated a contract before, and his input was really that of an expert since he was the only one aside from some Rhodes Island engineers who worked on the project.

Well, at least he would get his car back finally. Some interesting things had been left with his car, but as it turned out his beloved computer and other devices were still in Lungmen as the car company didn't have anything come with the car aside from the car. He really should mail Swire or Ch'en to ask for his other stuff back.

That was another thing, the mailing system. After a bit of discussion after the second day, and some of his own digging. Turns out another difference was that long distance communication was all but non-existent. They had to lug messages and intelligence by convoys and vehicle over the wastes and other biomes, aside from long distance radio, there was no other way to do it. It really made him appreciate the permanent infrastructure of his old world. All the residents of Terra had to move constantly or put themselves at risk of these Catastrophes. While there were some exceptions, the vast majority of cities were nomadic. Because there were no railways, radio or cell towers, or satellites, communication over long distances was primitive compared to what he was used to.

It wasn't as though all communication was as pathetic, cities and neighboring hamlets have city networks which function as the internet to him. These city-nets could be inter-city in rare cases, but beyond that it was as though Evan had travelled back to the communication era of the early 1800s.

"Mr. Evan, if you have any more ideas to share, Rhine Lab will always be more than happy to take them," Frieder, a lupo with greying hair, shook his hand. "If you ever need a change in employment, you will have a place at Rhine Lab as well."

"I'm quite content with my current employment, but thank you for the sentiment. I will be sure to forward any research Rhine Lab can easily build and market as per the agreement."

"Oh, you won't have to worry much about that. We sent up a notice yesterday to acquire the requested personnel, and we already have two very enthusiastic applicants. Ms. Saria knows them. One of them is particularly excited about the opportunity."

Suddenly, a bang was heard as the door slammed open, to everyone's shock, leading some of the bodyguards to take position.

"Rhine Lab's walking workshop is here!"

"Mayer!" Gregory shouted. "We are in the middle of a meeting, why in the world-"

As he spoke, Gregory was taking steps towards Mayer. Suddenly, he fell to the floor as though he tripped and started screaming "get it off!" as a small quadruped robot, or rather robots, were biting his feet.

"Ah, sorry about that," Mayer chuckled while entering in a command on one of her many Doc Ock style arms.

"M-Mayer," a second voice from the door gasped. Catching her breath at the door, a second girl appeared. She had short brown hair with a several white strips. Her clothing was large and bulky, and seemed like a board. She also had a pin with an emperor penguin dressed like a gangster or something. "Oh, I'm too late…"

Evan leaned to Frieder and asked, "Are these by chance, the two applicants?"

"Y-Yes, but rest assured you won't find many more talented individuals."

Considering he was currently working with a greedy vampire for a boss, a neat freak as a close second, and was partnered with a shota and enthusiastic beaver, it was honestly not that much of a change. At this point, Evan shrugged. Currently, Gregory was locked in a verbal beatdown of the two with Mayer looking away with the 'I've heard this a thousand times' face and Magallan struggling to retain her composure as her eyes glistened over. As for how he knew the latter one's name, he had heard it from Gregory going off to the two.

"Gregory, don't you think it's unbecoming to verbally berate colleagues in a meeting, regardless of their entrance?" Saria asked from behind the upper level executive whose face was now red. In response he coughed into his hand, color mostly draining from his face while he regained his composure. After a bit he returned to his seat. That's when Saria turned to them sharply. Mayer finally tensed up and Magallan started whimpering, moving behind the girl with the otter tail. "What are you two doing here anyway? We're in the middle of a meeting."

"I'm so sorry, Mayer barged in and threatened the receptionist. I tried to talk her out of it."

Saria huffed and turned away from the two.

"We were just about to finish, if you want to join us on returning that badly, we can talk in the room."

Two papers plopped on the table, Saria on one end and the two new additions looked at them.

"If you want to come aboard Rhodes Island, you will need to accept the conditions upon these contracts…Mayer, put the pen down."

The otter girl pouted and placed the writing utensil on the table with a clank.

"I would appreciate it if you read the contracts, Rhodes Island is unique in its terms and conditions. Many of them deal with treatment of Infected individuals, and there are plenty on the landship. You will be required to treat the infected and uninfected no differently from each other, do you understand?"

"Crystal clear," Magallan responded with a small salute.

"Yeah, so can I sign this yet?"

Saria let out a hefty sigh before saying, "Fine, do what you want."

At that point Mayer hastily signed the contract while Magallan was reading. She then turned to Evan and walked over. She leaned in and stared deeply into his face, scrunching her eyes as though she was making a judgement.

"So, who or what exactly are you?"

"I believe that you mean whom," Evan said back without missing a beat. To his surprise, Mayer immediately puffed her cheeks as a rumbling sound in the same interval of a chuckle escaped her sinus cavity. "I did not think that would work."

"Ok, you got me," Mayer said between laughs. "I'm Mayer, inventor of the MEEBO robot."

"You mean the bitey little robot otters?" Evan asked as one trotted up and nudged his leg.

"Hey, he likes you."

"Does that mean he won't- OW!" Evan lifted his leg up with the MEEBO still attached to his trousers making squeaking noises. Between the spider man villain arms and the bitey little robots, he had to admit that she had made an impression.

"Hehe, sorry. That's an affection bite, but sorry it hurt you."

"Why did you even program that in?"

"Dunno, felt like it."

If he didn't have a robotic otter hanging off his leg, he would've facepalmed so hard he would turn his forehead red. At least none of Closure's drones had personality and merely did their job, even though laziness fit his direct superior at this point.

"So, what unknown technologies are we developing?" Mayer asked as Evan finally peeled the MEEBO off his pants. "Oo oo, does it self-destruct? My MEEBOs can self-destruct."

"You mean to tell me these things are also bombs?!"

"Yup, and they disassemble into nice clean reusable parts."

"The only rapid disassembly I want is the unplanned kind. Actually, no rapid disassembly at all please," Evan said as he placed the squirming bomb down at which point it started running circles around his legs. "Anyways, the technologies we're developing are primarily alternative energies. Energy production without originium."

"Whoa! Is that even possible? That's wild, I didn't think it would be that impressive."

"Power without originium, it sounds like fiction. Is it truly possible?" Magallan asked curiously while putting a finger on her chin and tilting her head upwards.

"Yes, actually. It's possible to generate electrical energy without the use of originium. There are several ways actually, and I'm trying to use those principles to hopefully make it so the cancer metal is less common," Evan explained.

"Name one," Mayer demanded, crossing her arms.

Evan grinned and proceeded to explain what he did to Closure about how power was generated on Earth. Progressively their eyes widened and Mayer's tail started wagging excitedly.

"So that's why you needed a resource expert," Magellan commented. "You would need to mine, refine, and use materials we have not yet used."

"Exactly, so did I alleviate your doubts?" Evan asked, turning to Mayer after addressing Magallan.

"Alleviate? You completely annihilated them! Why didn't I think of inverse electromagnets until now?"

"They're not really inverse electromagnets…well…more the same principle in the other direction…so reverse electromagnets," Evan tried to explain, pausing several times as he realized Mayer was sort of right. Well, he couldn't exactly explain how she was wrong. Maybe she wasn't. "Or you might be right. You catch on fast."

Mayer's tail wagged happily as she pointed her nose up. Magallan seemed to giggle at the sight and he turned his attention to her. He could take a guess that this person was the resources expert he had requested. While her choice of clothing seemed rather odd, bulky and suited for winter, she had mentioned the reason he needed her services.

"So, anything else?" Mayer asked. "Any other crazy ways you might know of to produce power?"

Evan thought for a moment then grinned.

"Well, let's say light is made up of many little particles bouncing around."

"Whoa whoa whoa, light's a wave. What are you talking about?"

"Well, it has wave properties, but it is ultimately both. That's a conversation for another day though. Now, for the further sake of argument, consider that all matter is made of a fundamental unit called atoms…I think some paper and a pen would be useful."

Evan looked around and found a scrap piece of paper and took out a pen, he then drew two circles. A large circle with a plus sign and a smaller circle with a minus sign along with some squiggles going around the large circle, looping back to the smaller one.

"This is an atom. A positively charged nucleus with a smaller negatively charged particle bound on a wavelike path around it. Now, take the hypothetical light particle, what do you think will happen when it hits this?"

Mayer stared at the diagram for a long time while Magallan held her chin intently. Suddenly, the penguin liberi had a lightbulb moment and said, "Wouldn't it bounce off?"

"Well, most of the time it does. What can happen, however, is that the light particle transfers all of its energy to the negatively charged particle, freeing it from the atom as electricity."

"So…like knocking it out?" Mayer added with a good deal of uncertainty.

"Yes, so do this millions of billions of times over in a soup of this, and you build up an electrical current. That is a simplified version of the photoelectric effect, and with it I plan to create a panel that will turn sunlight into energy."

Jaws across the room hit the floor at the last part. It wasn't hard to imagine why, the sun's light turned into energy when the only energy source for them had been a cancer causing rock.

"Are you sure that will work? It seems so…"

"Outlandish," Saria completed Magallan's sentence. "But somehow, like most things with Evan, it's almost certainly true. Even I must admit I'm impressed, sunlight to power, can we even make such a feat widely available?"

"Yes, it is a relatively cheap way to produce energy for the material cost. Effectively infinite, but only so long as the sun is shining. It's mostly a semiconductor sandwich if I remember correctly."

"You truly never cease to amaze, if producing power is that simple, it makes one wonder what we've been using originium for this whole time," Saria commented.

"No kidding, I make semiconductor sandwiches all the time, but I've never seen them produce energy from light."

"Oh we'll get into the nitty gritty of all this at some point, but congratulations, you've just learned a Quantum effect. The photoelectric effect is easiest to learn, but it's just a gateway to weird BS like how all objects have a wavestate of varying degrees that limits our ability to accurately measure them within a certain realm of error. For now, all you need to know is you can split everything down to discrete units, quantizing something you think of as a wave."

"What. The. Heck," Mayer responded, pausing for each word. "What is going on inside that head?"

"I'm not entirely sure myself," the seemingly talented intern said with a laugh. He sure got a kick out of the reactions from something he found extraordinarily ordinary. Yes, the uncertainty principle did indeed give an insight to how even a basketball had a wavestate, but one completely negligible in measuring the ball in spacetime.

No, Evan's thoughts were indeed extraordinary to the residents of Terra, should they ever piece them together.

Never before in his previous life did Evan have luck with women. His entire two and a half decade existence he had never so much as kissed a girl, so it almost felt like a slap in the face when he travels to an anime world and suddenly he had some interesting situations that had developed straight out of a romcom. It was rather confusing for him, someone who was comfortable around women because mutual sexual disinterest could easily be established, that now he had an attractive girl leaning on his shoulder, sleeping soundly. All the while, Franka and Mayer gave him smug looks that really made him want to just vanish into the void.

How long would this last? He had no idea, but he sure was surprised Magallan was as comfortable as she was on his shoulder. She was softly breathing in regular intervals, her hair smelled of nostalgia attached to playing in the snow, and-

"Mayer, if that MEEBO bites me, I will personally disassemble the damn thing," he whispered harshly. Mayer's grin sharpened.

How did it ever come to this? Another two day ride, but this time with more people in the car. He's going to get sick of the MEEBOs really fast, he could tell. He could understand Mayer's enthusiasm, but he really didn't understand why she had to come with them. He hoped that it wasn't the result of the little metal jaws of her robots. Whatever the case, he was now stuck with yet another weirdo to help him develop Earth technologies.

Now he really wanted to make a solar panel to see how the engineering department reacted to it. While Skyfire wasn't in engineering, it would be interesting to see her freak out over it and possibly call it magic, ironically. As far as the fire cat was concerned, originium and its arts were scientific and his was the weird one. Nonetheless, they had begun exchanging their knowledge in great detail. She was very curious about his knowledge despite her misgivings.

The car jolted and woke up Magallan. The penguin liberi looked to where her head was and her face transformed as though she had just consumed a ghost pepper. She gave a long squeak of embarrassment muffled by her forcing her lips shut and turned away sharply. It was possible she turned even redder, somehow, from Mayer and Franka's chuckling.

The jolt itself was a result of the car entering the Rhodes Island ramp. Waiting for them was Closure and Kal'tsit. Almost as soon as they stepped out, Kal'tsit flatly said, "I see your trip was a success. Saria will give a full report. Closure, would you show the two newcomers around?"

"Since when was I a tourguide?" the lazy vampire nearly shouted, but her expression shifted when Kal'tsit gave a spine-chilling glare which made her go, "Yes ma'am."

With Closure gone, Kal'tsit turned to Evan and ordered, "Follow me."

The walk from the bottom of Rhodes all the way to the medical department was lengthy, so it came to no surprise when Kal'tsit started some small talk, asking about how the meeting went. Evan explained how the entire meeting was fairly unremarkable. Rhine Lab didn't try anything funny, but there was one thing that came to his mind as they approached Kal'tsit's office.

"Doctor Kal'tsit, I witnessed discrimination against the infected, is that…normal in Columbia?"

"It's normal across the world," the green lynx responded without a pause. "I thought you had discrimination in your world."

"Well…yes, but not against sick people…most of the time. Why are there all these laws targeting the sick?"

Kal'tsit paused, gave a good long look at Evan, then her right ear twitched twice.

"Most people do not consider discrimination against the infected as objectively immoral. To them, the infected pose a risk. That and they believe being infected is a result of personality flaws."

"So they think the sick are all criminal bums. That in of itself is sick."

"Indeed, they believe the infected are the pus of society's illness. Yet, like most pus, it is not itself the source of the infection. You may find this out, but I believe it is worth saying now. Most people do not refer to the infected as sick with a traditional disease. Once one is infected, the state of their humanity changes. Many states and cities no longer consider them citizens, people consider them less than human, and the infected may consider themselves cheated by the system if they drop their previous prejudices. In terms of thinking, you are an anomaly, but only for considering oripathy another illness."

"So, oripathy itself is a social divider, a way to tag people with certain concepts."

"If that helps you recognize what I am trying to say, then yes. I personally think it will be refreshing to some of our operators if you treat oripathy merely as a disease, so you do not need to change your behavior. Just remember that some will see you differently as a result."

"I'll keep that in mind," Evan commented as he watched his blood fill up another vial. Indeed, Kal'tsit had been doing her examination throughout their little discussion. She examined the blood briefly before stuffing it in a jacket pocket.

"There's also another subject to be brought up. There's a recommendation for you to teach the children who live on the landship. I've been looking into your academic material, and I think teaching the children some of your world's science would be good. You may also help teach them mathematics, I've heard you're good at that."

"Now when you say teaching children…"

Indeed, when she said teaching children, she meant he would be assisting children that couldn't be taught algebra in his world. Well, some of them could, but the ones that couldn't were currently running around and playing.

"Alright everyone, let's sit down. Let's all say hi to our newest instructor," Savage called cheerfully. Some of the older children obeyed immediately, and the younger ones even fewer. That's when Savage gave a loud clap and the rest rushed to sit down in the makeshift classroom area of the library. "Everyone, this is Evan, he will be teaching…what are you teaching again?"

"Today, I'll be assisting in math until I have a lesson plan for the other."

While normally good with children due to him somehow understanding the child mind on an intuitive level, herding them to listen was another matter entirely. Frankly, he had to question Kal'tsit's decision to let him teach. As expected, a bored child is about as good at sitting still as a pig is at flying. They could try, but eventually they would give up. Thankfully, Savage, despite her name, seemed to be experienced at herding the little nuggets. Everytime a child started to get rowdy, she helped redirect them.

Some got it, some didn't, and some needed an extra push. All in all, once the lesson was over, he was about ready to collapse. The difference between teaching one and many, he had a lot more respect for elementary school teachers now.

"You did quite well, normally the children chew new instructors numb," Savage's honey-like voice said next to his seat.

He didn't even lift his head up to say, "Yeah, well I need a stiff one after that."

"You sound like Blaze," the grey cautus said with a chuckle. "Not that's a completely bad thing, the children are always happy to see her. Perhaps it's the upbringing…"

"Upbringing?"

Savaged hummed an affirmative before continuing. "Most of the children have a difficult past. Many of them are infected and receiving treatment, but we also receive orphans, children of those receiving treatment, and other various cases. Some of their stories are truly terrible, yet they always seem happy here."

"Sounds like Rhodes Island is rather charitable, and that's a good thing. Good Samaritan companies can be hard to come by."

"I agree," Savage paused after that. She looked at the tired man before her then stood up. "Now let's go get you a drink, I think you've earned it."

Mornings, even after a month, were still the same. Get up, shave, then go to Closure's Workshop to help Weedy clean since he felt bad the poor girl had taken it upon herself to clean that slob's messes. Still, he wondered if using enough hand sanitizer after tidying the desk to create wrinkles was necessary. That aside, he was expecting it to be another normal morning until he heard a high pitched scream come from his destination.

Picking up the pace to a jog, he ran over to see Weedy in front of the door looking like she was going to faint any minute. The reason, something that made him want to already start considering his payment. Closure and Mayer were on the floor, both covered in machine oil as they jointly disassembled basically anything they were getting their hands on. They had run out of room on the tables, and Closure was ripping open a MEEBO as though it were a frog in biology class. Mayer and her Doc Ock arms were ripping apart various machines. A combustion generator sat between them, ripped apart and its guts splayed around.

"Weedy, how about we leave them to clean it up."

"I don't think-"

"Tell me, do we get a pay raise for cleaning up the messes of these two?"

"No…but we can't-"

"I'd rather spend my time talking to the bio-engineers about ways to produce fuel for these generators rather than this. If you want to clean up their mess, go ahead. I sure as hell am not."

The two self proclaimed geniuses were too busy using power tools and blabbing to each other to notice Evan's words or his departure. Dealing with children was one thing, but if anything in Rhodes Island truly drove him to drink, it was Closure. As he walked away, he heard some footsteps and saw a certain little seahorse had decided to join him in leaving the two maniacs to their devices.

During the elevator ride, Weedy broke the previous silence by asking, "So, if you don't use originium where you come from, how in the world do you synthesize the fuels you use?"

"We use similar molecules. Diesel, gasoline, jet fuel, petroleum jelly, and other such combustion fuels are normally extracted from oil deposits of long dead organism deep within the earth. Recently, there were some new revelations such as using bio-fuels which are slightly altered organic oils from more renewable sources like sugar cane for jet fuel, oh, and sewage can be turned into biodiesel."

Weedy's face visibly greened and she opened her mouth to gag a little at the thought. Once she finished stomaching the thought she commented, "I guess you would have to use what you can. Though, recycling sewage seems like it could be extraordinarily useful. Are there any non-combustible alternatives to energy?"

"There is hydrogen gas, but hydrogen cells are a little beyond me. I'd need to go digging through the books to find out the precise mechanism, but I know the fuel can be extracted from water using electricity if you don't use chemistry or from processing ground oil. Its only byproduct is water, so the cycle could be repeated with enough power, but that would be pretty inefficient compared to just using originium."

"Yeah, that sounds like a hassle of extra steps just to produce a fuel you have to use energy to make anyways. Though, is using other sources more energy efficient?"

"Look, if I can help it, I'm going to keep this world away from developing a petroleum industry. My world has long rotted in places from the substance otherwise known as black gold."

"That's surprisingly idealistic of you. Thoughtful too that you're not trying to subject Terra to new problems."

"I guess so," Evan commented. "Though to be honest, I'm not eliminating the possibility. I just don't know if this world has such resources yet. I also really like Saria's ability to synthesize these resources with already available things."

Weedy didn't respond after that, but she did hand him a gas mask, telling him he would be entering bioengineering soon. Not everyone wore a gas mask, but refusing the neat freak's offer of safety would be rude in his eyes, so he took it and strapped it on. As soon as the door was opened, something flew over Weedy's head and hit his instead. Upon opening his eyes, Evan saw a drone hovering mere centimeters away from his face.

"I am so sorry!" Magallan's voice came from both the drone and behind it.

"Perhaps you should store it away for now, before it causes any more harm," Saria suggested to her former and new coworker. Magallan then worked on landing the drone.

"Miss Magallan, this is an R&D facility, not a test ground for field equipment. I must ask you not to fly drones recklessly in a lab full of dangerous chemicals," the department head chastised the penguin girl.

"I'm sorry."

Once the drone itself was packed away, Evan looked around and noticed they were the only ones in the bio-engineering R&D facility, and decided to ask a question he wanted to ask his newfound resources expert.

"Magallan, have you ever come across a flammable black natural oil or gas buried in the ground?"

"Yes, a few times I have happened upon such materials. They're considered a fire hazard by most, but some companies including Rhine Lab have been known to purchase it, occasionally. Iberia used to buy the stuff in bulk, but have stopped for one reason or another since the Inquisition started and the country isolated itself from the world."

Great, now there was an inquisition to worry about.

"Petroleum or Crude Oil is what it's known as where I come from. Also affectionately named Black Gold as it's one of the most common sources of energy there. It can fuel combustion engines, power plants, make asphalt, plastic, and a bunch of other uses. Like any industry of a widely useful material, it can be corrupt once a solid industry forms around it. Well, at least that's the case where I'm from."

"I-I see, so why are you telling me all this? Do you want it?"

"As a matter of fact, kind of. I don't want a monopoly on it, and I certainly don't want to sell it. I just want to conduct studies on it to see how this oil might differ from my own home."

"Oh, that makes sense. If I find any on my next expedition into the arctic, I'll be sure to bring some back. It's decently rare since Catastrophes have been known to make those deposits spontaneously explode at unpredictable intervals."

And they could explode in this world. The news just kept getting better.

Author's Note:

Hehe, another month, another chapter. Well, now that Rhine has an agreement with Rhodes, things might pick up or he might get some peace and quiet for longer. If I send Evan back to Lungmen later, I think I'll do something with Lee's Detective Agency. Since that animated short came out showing their shenanigans, I thought it'd be fun.

To answer some questions, Evan believes strongly in human rights, but he's not particularly vocal beyond calling someone out. He'll have to grow into fighting for a disenfranchised group. Considering what Blaze says in one dialogue about the infected being people like everyone else, I think he's going to push for that.

Grani's coming back next chapter, and we'll get to see Skadi. Skadi is of course Skadi, so it's not like she'll warm up immediately, but Grani sure will give him a fighting chance to break through the barrier of everyone's favorite head empty sea oreo. Her becoming close to him over time will play out over the course of...well a long ass time and play a role in some later arcs.

At any rate, I have to come up with a plan for what to do next. I have some later ideas, but immediate ones are low. I sure as hell am not sending him straight back to Lungmen. Though, I am considering giving him his own office/workshop to dink around in, though that will be later...maybe.

Anyways, thanks for reading, and stay safe. We're in wave 2 of the pandemic, so don't lax up yet.