Bold Italics = Gene speaking

Italics = Naru speaking

Impetus Pt. II

Oliver stared in disbelief as the image of his late twin stared back at him. Unlike him, Gene had a dimple on his right cheek and lacked the faint darkness under his eyes from all-nighters.

"How?"

Gene's wistful smile turned grave. As much as I'd love a jovial chat, Mai needs help right now.

Oliver's eyes instantly hardened. "What happened?"

Our friend got herself 'spirited away,' fell from a ledge, and is currently fighting frostbite somewhere in the mountains.

"Do you know her location?"

I remember her saying something about Yuzawa. I don't know which hotel she was at, though.

Naru's lips tightened as he brainstormed. He knew too little about the situation to make an informed decision. He would have to act fast and contact one of Mai's friends. The elements were more dangerous than spirits at this point.

Before he fully lifted his hand off the mirror, he met his brother's eyes. "Can we stay in contact?"

Hopefully, keep a mirror nearby.

Nodding, he closed off their connection, acknowledging the possibility that they may not be able to speak again. There was more he wanted to say, but Mai was the priority right now. While Gene was already dead, Mai had the chance to be saved.

Making a beeline for Lin, he briefly alerted him of the situation. His guardian sent him a questioning look but didn't vocalize his concern.

Lin very well knew that look.

While Lin prepared the van, Naru scrounged through his files for Mai's friend's contact information. Considering Michiru was the one Mai had been with at the time, she would be most useful. Upon calling her, she greeted him with a shaky voice and sniffles as though she'd been crying.

"How did you know she's missing?" Michiru asked after he explained what he knew.

"Mai had called me right before she disappeared. She hasn't replied to my messages since," he threw in a white lie. It wasn't exactly false.

"Oh, okay. Well, we still can't find her! I'm really starting to think she was taken away by a spirit like the rumors," said Michiru's quivering voice from over the phone. "We're thinking about calling the police."

"The police may be able to find some leads," he started. "However, if this is paranormal like you say, you will need my help."

Michiru hummed in agreement. "Any help would be great. I don't know what else to do."

"What is your location?" After she provided the address, he added, "She had mentioned a small shrine before she cut out. That would be a good place to start."

"Sure, I'll ask my relatives about it. Please be careful driving up the mountain. It's coming down hard here."

He was about to hang up when Mai's memory surfaced, Thank her, you self-important recluse!

Inwardly sighing, he sat silently for a few seconds before uttering a,"… Thank you."

"Oh, of course. We'll see you soon, then."

"Yes. Good luck."

Yuzawa was about two and a half hours away by car. Depending on how vigorously Lin wanted to drive, they could shave about 10 minutes off. Hopefully, the search police would've had enough time to find leads in the meantime.

The atmosphere was noticeably thick while the two SPR employees prepared for their sudden trip. Neither muttered more than a few words to each other. Lin could practically feel the temperature in the office lower several degrees the longer Noll ruminated.

Lin didn't comment on it as he valued his serenity—what little he had left, anyway.

He understood from the little information given that Taniyama-san's life was in danger. Somehow Gene was also involved. With no other pertinent details, Lin was left to his imagination to fill in the blanks. The teenage girl either willingly rushed headfirst into the situation, or she had attracted the danger in her usual way.

And to his dismay, the natural order of events dictated that Noll also rush headfirst to save her.

If Madoka had told him a year ago that a girl would be the cause of frequent mental strain for Noll, he would have given up his family name. Yet, here they were. If she was trouble for Noll, then she was also trouble for him. That wasn't to say he found her a hindrance. She had a useful skill set as a psychic and was generally amiable aside from being Japanese. If she had been in contact with Gene like Noll suspected, then she would prove to be more useful than originally thought.

Whatever the situation was, he hoped for her well-being. Having watched Noll this past year, he knew the normally stoic teen would be devastated if anything happened to her. Noll would be too prideful to admit it. Gene's passing had already taken its toll on him. And for him to lose a real friend, he would undoubtedly blame himself just like he had for his brother's death.

Lin could still recall the distress of the Davis family when they had first discovered the news. Luella's pain at Noll's departure in search of Gene's body had been hard to watch. Even now, the twins' adoptive mother hadn't returned to her normal self.

Now with Gene potentially within their reach, he wondered if they could finally receive closure.

He glanced briefly at Noll. To any bystander, he appeared no different than usual. To Lin, the younger man's body language was nothing less than tense. His brows were etched together, lips tightly pressed with a death grip on the pocket mirror in his hand.

What was running through his liege's head right now? Had Gene's presence shaken him up? Or was it Taniyama-san's predicament that had him worried?

Noll wasn't exactly uncaring, but he also wasn't the first to concern himself with other people's wellbeing—especially that of someone outside of his inner circle. To have progressed this much, Lin was proud of the boy. It was possibly the silver lining of their situation.

He could only hope that everyone got out of this unscathed physically and mentally.

To say that Oliver was unpleased was an acute understatement. Bristling and stiff, he scowled at the mirror in his hand. His reflection remained the same no matter how long he glared.

Leave it to his brother to ghost him.

His lack of control of the situation was greatly irritating. He had to resort to waiting idly until Gene came knocking. He was aware of his impatience—his mother chided him for it often—but it was warranted for this situation.

Mai could be lying in some ditch in the mountains, maybe not even on this plane anymore. How that girl managed to get herself into these dubious situations was beyond him. It was common knowledge that mediums attracted spirits, except that Mai received training from her "spirit guide," whomever that may be. Perhaps the simple answer was that she was a magnet for danger, paranormal or not.

Oliver felt the ghastly presence of anxiety creeping into the pit of his stomach. Part of him wondered why he felt so inclined to go out of his way for her. While the other part was convinced it was because she was his employee and he couldn't have her perishing on him. Who would maintain the office space? Make the tea? Passively leave food for him and Lin? Keep the irregulars entertained? Or send him annoying messages during the dead hours of the night?

He knew better than that, even as cold and methodical as he was.

The brunette had wheedled her way into a category he couldn't explain. She wasn't a pumpkin*, but she also wasn't exactly a pumpkin person either. She also wasn't in the inner circle.

For a scientist, you really are an idiot. Just admit that she's your friend!

Glancing at the mirror, he glared at Gene who shrugged nonchalantly. About time you showed up.

Yeah, yeah, I know. His twin waved him off. I can only sustain this for so long, y'know. Sorry, I can't hold your hand, dear brother.

Cue another glare.

Gene's smirk then dropped as his face adopted a grim expression. I checked on Mai. Looks like she's bleeding out from her head. I don't know how long she'll last.

Oliver glanced at the GPS on Lin's phone. They still had 2/3rds of the trip left and he was starting to think they may not make it in time. Has the injury clotted yet?

It has slowed down, but there's a lot of blood, Noll, Gene replied, frowning. I noticed the presence of other spirits, but I couldn't get any specifics on them. Luckily, they don't seem malevolent.

Gene hated feeling this useless, only able to watch from afar.

I see. Oliver dug the tips of his other hand into his leg. They would have to wager on the bleeding stopping on its own. Can you identify the area?

Oliver hated being this useless, relying on his dead twin to provide reports on Mai.

There's a small shrine on the path she was taking that has a tombstone at its base. She was… near a cliff that overlooked the lake when she fell.

The sterner twin perked up when he heard the slight falter in Gene's speech. Why had he hesitated? Oliver's eyes narrowed in question.

What was she doing when she fell? He demanded.

Averting his gaze, Gene bit his lip in guilt. I told her she didn't have to keep doing it, but she wouldn't take "no" for an answer.

Eugene, what was she doing?

His twin sighed, his frown never leaving his face. This lake looked eerily like the one I drowned in. She'd been trying to get a closer look. Being the klutz that she is, the snowbank broke on the ledge she was on, and she went with it, Gene explained. She had been searching for my lake on her own this entire time.

Oliver widened his eyes. Images of the lake printouts in her desk drawer flashed in his mind. He had understood the implications upon seeing them, but part of him feigned ignorance. Perhaps he was in denial of how much she knew. To think this whole time, she was studying the same lakes as him with the same objective.

If she had just told him what she knew, they could have combined their efforts to find Gene sooner.

Wait.

Several questions dawned on him. How much did she know? Why would she have to search for the lake when she could just ask the spirit herself? How close were Mai and Gene? Why hadn't Gene reached out to him?

Sending Gene an inquisitive look, he folded his free arm under the one holding the mirror. He lifted a brow and waited, not unlike a scolding parent waiting for an explanation. Gene would get the message.

And understood he did.

The spirit scratched his cheek, unsure of where to start. Honestly, he was just pleased with how well Noll had been taking all this. Maybe it was the exposure to unexpected situations while in Japan that conditioned him. Or maybe it was the unexpected repercussions of being an acquaintance of Taniyama Mai. Gene was almost regretful that he wasn't there to witness the development in person. And now, Noll was ready to hear the whole story, but Gene wasn't sure if he was ready to tell it. He had wanted to tell his brother when he was strong enough to reach out on his own.

Alas, there were many things he didn't get to prepare for.

So, what do you want to know?

Everything. Start from the beginning.

With one deep inhale, Gene unloaded on him the story of Mai, Gene, and Usa-sama, starting from their first encounter on the spiritual plane. He explained how Mai's spiritual plane was a safe space for him until he passed on. Usa-sama's presence helped to maintain his spiritual purity while adding another layer of protection. He described it as, "If bacteria flourish in warm, moist environments, then I flourish in safe friendly planes like Mai's."

Other than finding his description distasteful, Oliver did feel some semblance of relief knowing Gene was safe while he remained here.

His employee and twin brother spent quite a bit of time together it seemed. During the mundane moments, he helped her with her homework, gossiped, provided unsolicited life advice, and set up spiritual assignments for her.

To think you're the revered spirit guide she speaks so highly of. Oliver's face remained stoic, but his voice was laced with amusement.

Of course! She's mentored only by the best, Gene winked, his smile returning to his face. He continued his story, noting the changes in reaction as his brother listened. On more than one occasion, Oliver's brow would twitch. These rare moments were whenever he brought up the extracurricular activities he partook in Mai's daily life.

If he didn't know better, it almost seemed like he was a bit… what was it, jealous? Gene inwardly smirked. He would have to stow that away for later.

When he brought up Mai's self-induced mission to investigate his area of death, Oliver scowled.

Why did you not disclose your location?

Gene awkwardly scratched his cheek. I would if I could remember. I have no recollection of where I was.

Ah.

Trauma-induced memory loss. Oliver couldn't fairly get mad at Gene for that—dissociation was common for trauma victims and given the circumstances of his death, it was logical. Why didn't you or Mai inform me of your situation? The process of finding your body could've been much faster if you two weren't so keen on secrets.

Hey, don't get mad at Mai. It was my selfish request. I told her not to tell you, Gene said, waving his hands in disagreement. When his twin narrowed his eyes, he quickly realized that wasn't the best thing to say. I wanted to tell you myself. I had been training with Usa-sama so I could contact the material world. But as you can see, I still have to rely on him to talk to you even now.

While that didn't fully placate him, Oliver sighed and chose to overlook it for now. After they rescued Mai, he wanted to hear her side of the story. He couldn't fairly be angry with her either. She had only been respecting Gene's wishes.

But that also didn't mean he was pleased that she had been in cahoots with Gene behind his back for nearly a year.

Before he could respond, Gene's apparition faded from the mirror's surface. His energy must have been expended. Catching Lin's glance, Oliver realized he couldn't very well keep his guardian in the dark indefinitely.

With a sigh, he reverberated the story from the beginning.

Upon arrival, Naru called Michiru to get an update. The police had found footprints in the snow leading up to a small shrine fitting Gene's description. However, the prints disappeared right in front of it. The police had blocked off the area to investigate further, but Naru paid their barricades no heed.

Before entering the mountains, they asked Michiru's family members about the history of the area. Skeptical as they were, her aunt and uncle knew a surprising amount about the folklore. As far back as the Edo period, there were tales of a woman white as snow who would find lost travelers in the mountains and deliver them to the property that the hotel now rested on. Initially thought of as a Yuki-onna, the locals built a shrine to worship her in hopes that she would never turn malevolent like how she is usually depicted in stories of old.

The tombstone at the base of the shrine allegedly belonged to a victim of usugoro* who was originally buried on the property of the hotel. While some thought it to be good luck in the form of a zashiki-warashi*, Michiru's extended family found the tale appalling. Thus, they had the grave relocated in the 1940s. Any adversity they experienced after was chalked up to being bad decision-making, or even luck.

Without wasting any more time, Naru and Lin scoured the area, away from the eyes of the police. They found a vacant area where they inconspicuously snuck through the barricade. Gene had yet to make a reappearance, so they relied on their investigation skills. The police had marked Mai's footsteps to distinguish them from their own.

Naru was hardly prepared for the adverse conditions. The wind blew the snow into his eyes, while his trench coat hardly protected him from the chill factor. He could only imagine with anxiety how Mai had been faring for the past few hours.

"Noll, here is the shrine," pointed out Lin. He stepped aside for Naru to scan the area with his flashlight.

Both the shrine and the tombstone were dilapidated and had possibly been vandalized. A few fresh-looking candies and wrapped rice crackers sat by the small tombstone. "That must have been Mai's doing," Naru mumbled to himself. Grabbing one of the candies, he rolled it around in his hand, attempting to pick up on any psychic energy.

Finding a lead, he mentally tugged on it and allowed himself into a vision. Fortunately, the vision lacked a green border—however, it instead had a faint gray to it, which he had never seen before.

The scene started right after Mai's phone lost service earlier. She had checked her texts before putting her phone away in favor of cleaning up the shrine. She brushed the snow off the altar and rearranged the statues and bottle of dead flowers. After putting the broken tombstone back together and placing some snacks, she clapped her hands in respect.

Naru had to close his mind off when Mai felt compelled to spin around four times when she realized she had lost track of her old steps. Before he had time to recover, she spotted something in the distance and sprinted off for it. The force of her movement pushed him out of the vision.

"Did you see anything?" asked Lin after he opened his eyes.

Naru looked past Lin toward the direction Mai had run off to. "She ran down there."

Lin nodded and allowed him to take the lead. Following Mai's trail from his vision, he moved ahead of Lin, leaving his guardian behind. The end of the trail led to a cliff providing a vast view of the land around the mountain, including the lake Gene had referenced earlier.

He took in a sharp inhale when he saw it. Almost identical in shape, the lake was jarringly close to the one Gene had drowned in. It was not surprising that Mai had rushed to get a closer look at it.

Naru tightened his hands into fists. She had gotten into this predicament because of him and his brother. Of all the reckless things she had done to put herself in danger, this was by far one of the stupidest. He would have to give her a mind-numbing Davis lecture after he found her.

Trying to put himself in her shoes, he studied the area. Where would she go to get a better look at the lake?

There.

He ran down a hidden trail that ran along the side of the mountain. He moved as fast as his body could take him, ignoring Lin's calls in the distance. Amidst the pristine trail, he found an area along the ledge where the snow bank had been disturbed. He shot his flashlight down the side and squinted against the chilling winds.

Glinting against the light was a shiny object sitting in the snow a bit further down. Bracing himself, he carefully slid his way down while using nearby trees for stability. When he was close enough, he picked up the object. The very familiar object.

"Mai's pocket mirror," he said aloud. Squeezing it in his hand, he flashed his light around the area to see where Mai had landed.

With no time to ponder, he pushed himself forward, desperate to move faster. His dress shoes dug into the snow, the insides completely soaking through his socks to his freezing skin.

Then, in the distance was a body, nearly covered in snow. A sizable pool of blood contrasted with the white.

Widening his eyes, he rushed forward. "Mai!" he called out. He nearly slipped five times trying to reach her, but when he finally did, he dropped himself to his knees beside her.

He finally found her.

Inspecting her head, he cursed at how severe her condition was. He checked for a pulse and his blood ran cold when he couldn't find one. Maybe his hands were too cold. Maybe he wasn't checking the right spot. "Mai, can you hear me? Open your eyes."

Her eyelids remained still. Pressing his lips together, he tried to listen for breathing. When he heard nothing, he quickly removed what he could of her coat and placed his ear against her chest.

No heartbeat.

Suddenly, the snowflakes froze midair. The wind halted. The trees stood still.

All that could be heard was Naru's rapid breathing as he hyperventilated. Why wasn't she breathing? Where was her heartbeat? It couldn't be.

Not Mai.

"Noll!" Lin's voice called out at the top of the ledge.

Naru couldn't even make a sound—his voice was stuck in his throat. No matter how fast he breathed, it felt like he was suffocating.

Collecting Mai into his arms, he pulled her to his chest as his hair covered his face from the wind.

He was late… yet again. He should have come with Gene to Japan, then maybe Gene would still be alive. Then Mai would still be alive.

The world was cruel. It always had been.

Lin's voice called out again in the distance. This time, Oliver mustered what strength he had to reply. "I… found her."

"What's her condition?"

"We were too late," he said, his voice cracking. "Go alert everyone!"

When Lin tried to protest, Naru held the girl in his arms tighter into his chest. "I said go!" This time, there was no reply—just the rapid movement of Lin's footsteps.

Naru allowed himself a few more moments to sit still, not a single sound or movement was present. His body wouldn't move. His lungs were frozen. He could hardly breathe.

An irregular breeze caressed his bangs, chilling the skin underneath.

"You poor thing," whispered the voice of a woman.

His head shot up, expecting to see someone standing beside them. No one.

Another breeze brushed against his ears. "She still has time," said the voice. Naru narrowed his eyes and rapidly scoured the area in search of a body to assign this voice.

"Who are you?" Distrust laced in his voice.

"I am but a forgotten deity," she said. "If you wish to save her life, I can help you. Her spirit has been left on the spiritual plane."

He hesitated, still skeptical. "Why would you be willing to help?"

"Because she was nice to us," answered a young boy, materializing beside Naru. He peered over at Mai with a sullen expression. "She cleaned my grave and left candy."

When Naru didn't say anything, the boy bowed his head in remorse. "The recent disappearances were my doing. I didn't mean for her to die."

"What do I have to do? To save her," Naru asked cautiously.

"We are not as strong as we once were, but we can use you to call her spirit back to this plane," the female spirit started.

"Beware, should you do that, your souls will be one momentarily. What happens after that is unknown." The boy-spirit warned him, his face stern.

"Are you not able to return her yourself, considering you were responsible for the recent disappearances?" Oliver asked the boy.

The woman answered on his behalf. "Not if her spirit completely separates from her body. We do not encounter astral projectors often."

Naru nodded, taking the answer as is. "Fine. Tell me what I have to do."

They had him lay her down on the ground. He placed her pocket mirror in between both her hands and held them together with his own. Resting his forehead on top of their hands, he began to pray. He had never prayed before and could only hope he was doing it right.

You're doing just fine, Noll. Call her to you, Gene's voice interjected. His presence faded away right after.

As he called for her, he felt his mind shifting as if he were activating his psychometry. Different memories flooded into his mind haphazardly—memories of her parents before their deaths, nightmares of channeled death experiences that were not unlike his own, talking to spirits on her walks home from school during her younger years, meeting up with the SPR irregulars, and seeing himself through her eyes.

Mai, return to your body. It's not your time yet.

That vision of Mai he saw when he first met her popped into his mind. This time, as he spoke, she appeared to be listening. Her back was to him, but her head was rotated toward him as if hearing what he had to say.

Don't be stupid, it's too early to join your parents. They'd want to see you live a full life. You promised Gene you would help find him. Are you going to abandon your promise?

The taunt worked because she instantly whipped around and yelled at him. "As if, you stupid narcissist! Do you have so little faith in me? I bet I could find him before you do!" she retaliated, marching over to give him a piece of her mind.

Good. Do your best, he said, a rare smile stretching across his face.

The last thing he remembered before the scene faded was the surprise on her face as pink tinted her cheeks.

Naru's forehead was drenched with sweat when he returned from the vision despite the frigid temperatures. Quickly inspecting Mai, the weight on his shoulders lifted when color returned to her face, and he could hear her breathing again.

He closed his eyes and let out a slow exhale of relief. "Took you long enough, dummy."

Looking around for the two spirits, they were already out of sight. Having learned from Gene and Mai, he nodded his head in silent gratitude before turning his attention back to the injured girl before him.

Gathering her into his arms, he mustered what strength he could to stand up. He needed a moment to loosen his knees due to the rigidity of the cold. Making sure Mai was secure, he began his trek back up. He cursed his dress shoes for not providing enough traction—he found himself slipping quite a bit as he walked. His mother would have a wobbly if she knew he didn't bother purchasing any winter attire.

Movement in his arms alerted him to look down. Mai had shuffled closer into his chest and mumbled something incomprehensible. She slowly opened her eyes, revealing hazy pupils.

"Gene…? Am I dead? My head hurts…"

Naru's breath hitched. He understood that she likely wasn't of sound mind and couldn't see much in the dark… yet, something in him bristled at her mistaking him for Gene.

As if sniffing him, she made a noise that he could only interpret as confusion. "You smell just like Naru," she whispered, chuckling to herself. She then dug her face into his trench coat. "I swear I saw him smile earlier too… it was nice. Must be a dream…"

Suddenly, his anger dissipated. Somehow, he felt like he shouldn't have heard any of this.

"Go back to sleep, stupid."

Mai felt like she was floating.

Floating through memories—ones she didn't recognize as her own. A dirty neglected apartment in Boston. The feeling of crippling starvation as she waited for the police to break into her apartment. Reading in the corner by herself as other orphans played around her. A smiling man named Martin reading with her. A kind woman named Luella offering her mint dark chocolates, her favorite.

Whose memories were these?

"I think she's waking up!"

"Stop yelling! She has a concussion, bozo."

"Follow your own advice, you old bag."

"Uh, mates, I think she's opening her eyes."

At this point, she didn't know if she wanted to.

She blinked her eyes open, the bright artificial lighting straining her eyes. She went to rub her eyes and was surprised to feel bandages wrapped around her head.

What…?

"W-what happened?" she asked, surprised to hear how rough her voice sounded.

Ayako stood to the left of the bed, Bou-san to the right, and John at the end of the bed.

The redhead smiled softly. "Naru told us you fell off a ledge during your trip. You lost quite a bit of blood when you hit your head so they gave you a transfusion. Your ribs have a few contusions, but no fractures," she explained. Patting Mai's head gently, she added, "Count yourself lucky, missy."

"Yeah, you've been out for four days straight, Jou-chan. Must have been one heck of a fall," said Bou-san.

"How do you feel?" John asked, moving to stand beside Ayako.

Like shit.

"Could be better, but I'll be okay," she said, looking around the hospital room. It was snowing outside when she looked out the window. The snow made flashes of memories wrack through her brain—the dream of Naru's scent infiltrated her mind.

"Hey, you're looking kind of pink. Let me get a vitals cart," noted Ayako, already leaving the room despite her protests.

Bou-san grinned. "She was really worried about you, y'know? She's forcing you to stay at her fancy-ass apartment until you recover."

Mai didn't have the energy to argue, realizing it was probably for the best. When Ayako returned with a vitals cart she stole from the nurse's station, Mai couldn't help but smile.

"Thank you for coming."

The group returned her smile with an endearing one of their own. "Of course," replied Ayako, gesturing for her to open her mouth for the thermometer.

"Hara-san came earlier but had to leave for a shoot," said John. "She brought some nice mochi."

"And Naru comes a lot too," Bou-san quickly added with mischief laced in his tone. "At first, he was just showing your friends to the room, but I have a feeling he comes on his own. He's a nice kid when he thinks no one's looking."

Warmth bubbled in her chest at the thought. She didn't expect that from him, but it was yet another reminder of his unsuspecting kindness.

"Yeah, he was the one who saved you," smiled John.

Ayako tapped her chin, sending her a suspicious look. "I thought you were going to the onsen with your friends. What was Naru doing there?"

"Do tell," added the menace that was Bou-san. Even John was trying to hide his curiosity!

Mai honestly couldn't even remember. Had he been the one to save her? How did he know to come?

If it wasn't just a dream, did that mean she actually sniffed him…?

A knock on the door diverted their attention away from her, and she let out a sigh. The door opened to reveal Lin, and following closely behind was none other than the devil himself.

Pumpkins* = Refer to chapter 13 for a full explanation. Pumpkins are the lowest tier of Naru's social hierarchy.

Usugoro* = Warning: graphic the act of killing children, especially infants, during the years following war. With severe poverty, Japanese families would kill their children by using stone mortars to bash their heads. It was believed these children's spirits would become zashiki-warashi.

Zashiki-warashi* = child spirits who watch over homes. It's believed that homes that have them will prosper with good luck. Should the family drive them away, bad luck will soon follow.

A/N: Hi! Sorry, this chapter took a little longer than expected. I hope you enjoyed it! There's quite a bit going on, so please let me know if you need me to explain anything! As the summary says, something has shifted, maybe a few somethings. I'll let you guys figure it out!

If any of you are interested, I posted a second work to this "series" on AO3 where I'll share my sketches, doodles, and concepts in between chapters.

Please let me know what you think! I always appreciate your comments 💖