Forty seconds of elevator music and a handful of shallow breaths weren't enough to get my thoughts properly in order. But it was all that I had, so I had to try, didn't I? The edges of my vision still trembled as the doors opened in front of me.

Six weeks ago I wouldn't have been able to go on. Beatrice Prior from Abnegation would have slumped against the wall and given in to the need to rest. I took solace in that realization even as each step forward made my skull throb.

I put one foot in front of another and made it back to the waiting room. It was empty, the only sign of our presence the disturbed chairs scattered about. The list of times was laid on the nearest chair with a thick mark struck through Al's name. A chill ran down my spine despite knowing - well, expecting - this. Al's time slot had been given away. Were they going to come back for mine?

The clock on the wall gave no answers. I flipped the page over to see if there were any further notes. Nothing revealed itself.

There wasn't enough time to fall into despair. I sank into a chair. Recover. Wait out the clock. If I had to, I would go out into the hall and hunt down where the test was. I took some solace in the fact that only Al's name had been crossed out. Mine was left alone.

Now that I was up here, away from the Chasm and away from Al, I appreciated Lynn's insistence that I step away. I still wasn't happy about walking away from the situation, but I also knew she was right about this not being the time to risk missing my evaluation. There were enough marks against me for the reckless decisions I'd made before. Not that stopping Al was "reckless". It was necessary. I cradled my head in my hands. This was exactly what I was trying to stop thinking about.

When the door opened, my nerves faded if only for a moment. "Eric!" I cheered.

He managed a smile, albeit a grim one. "Odds were eight to one on whether you were going to be here when I opened the door. Knew I shouldn't have bet against you," he said gruffly. Then the humor, what little there was, faded from his expression. The door snapped quietly shut behind him.

"Tris." His voice dropped low and urgent. "There's something I need to ask you. There isn't any time to explain more."

I grimaced. He'd heard. Lynn had kept her word and reported the incident. "I was just trying to stop him from making a stupid mistake. Didn't know that he'd go all psycho on me," I explained, standing as I did so.

"Tris, please," Eric cut me off before I could say anything further. He stepped toward me, one hand diving into his jacket as the other rattled against his thigh. "When you took your aptitude test, what exactly was the result?"

My mouth opened and closed. My train of thought jumped the track and ran into a brick wall. I was still mentally trying to explain the whole Al situation and Eric was asking about aptitude? "...Excuse me?" I replied.

"I have to ask. Please, we're running out of time," he explained. "I thought… it doesn't matter. Tell me - what exactly did you get on your test?" I stepped back, wary.

My mouth ran dry. I'd gotten so far into Initiation. Surely I hadn't slipped up and showed my Divergence. Tori's warning to me in the tattoo parlor seemed an unheeded alarm now. I tried to speak and coughed. "Abnegation," I managed.

"And?" Eric pushed. He pulled out a syringe from his jacket pocket.

I froze. I couldn't find the words to answer, whether to confess or to continue to deny the truth. The clock on the wall sounded like a pipe bomb. Tick, tick, tick… I couldn't stop looking at the tiny dose of something in the syringe. It wasn't the same color as the fear sim cocktail. Was that a good thing?

Eric swallowed and nodded his head slowly. Or maybe everything was just moving in slow motion now. "I understand," he murmured.

He looked down at the syringe in his hand. I noticed again the dark circles around his eyes. The way his skin sank into his cheekbones. Something hung over him, something further bolstered by my inability to insist there couldn't possibly be anything that I was omitting. I still couldn't bring myself to say so. The weeks of effort, of trying so hard to belong despite my divergence - they couldn't end now.

"Do you trust me?"

The question was so quiet, barely audible in his rumbling bass voice. He didn't look at me.

I pushed aside my gut instincts, my natural drive to insist of course! Because this was it. In my bones I knew this wasn't just two people talking theory in the training room, looking to see if they'd be ready for what might come next. Eric knew. He'd figured it out. And I had to decide what that meant to me.

He was a Leader of Dauntless. The faction which had no qualms about eliminating those who weren't the best of the best. It was Chicago before everyone, even if that person was someone you cared about.

I thought Eric cared about me. But did I think that meant he would look past my Divergence?

Did I trust him?

"You've never given me a reason not to," I replied hoarsely. "So why start now?"

Eric's gaze flicked back to me, pinned me in place. "This might not go the way you think it will. But I can't leave this up to chance. I want to help ensure you get what you deserve after all you've done, Tris."

"What do you mean? How are things going to go?" I asked. The questions tumbled out recklessly. "What exactly is that?" I pointed to the device in his hand.

He shook his head. "There's no time. If you trust me, I'll give you this. Or you don't and I don't, either. Regardless, we need to be out that door in twenty seconds," Eric explained. His shoulders dropped as I stared at him.

Every fiber of my being wanted to know what the hell was going on. The clock continued to tick behind me. "It's up to you," he said starkly.

I only had half-concocted thoughts but I had to trust them. I pulled my hair back and stepped across the gap between us. I had to show that I trusted him, even if I wasn't quite sure where that would leave me.

My neck ached.

That wasn't really the issue at hand, though. The problem right now was the unending waves crashing into and around me. Kicking my feet frantically kept my head above water. The motion was exhausting, like I was dragging them through week old gelatin. But I had to survive.

I'd fallen overboard. Or maybe I had been shipwrecked. One of those two. The details didn't matter.

Salt burned my nose and I coughed over and over as my lungs forced out the water that I'd sucked in rather than air. My arms pulled double duty while my legs failed me. The sea churned and raged.

Time was not on my side. I would tire soon, especially with the heavy vest and weapon belt on my hips. I moved to loosen the belt but stopping to paddle even for that brief second sent my head ducking again under the waves. Sputtering and coughing again I breached the surface. New plan.

Short, controlled breaths when I was in the space between cresting waves kept me from hyperventilating. Leaning into a proper swimming motion helped, too. It gave me control. It gave me balance. I could think again, at least as much as anyone could while fighting for their life.

Debris. Flotsam. There had to be something nearby that I could find and cling to. It would make me a bigger target for rescue or help to ride a current to land or a sandbar.

Focusing helped my emotional state enormously. If I had a goal, I would be fine. After all, I had survived almost drowning before, hadn't I?

My hands slammed into glass. I pawed at the surface, clawing for purchase. My feet caught up once again and I feared that I had slipped back underneath the waves. But no, no that was just the rising level in the tank. Slow breaths didn't help here as the level relentlessly pushed up and up and up.

At least here I could tread water - however violently - and keep my face above water. My eyes locked on the fast-approaching lid on the tank. Twenty, maybe thirty seconds more. Again my hands returned to my belt but this time I managed to undo the buckle. When I tugged it out of the loops I didn't bother to grab the holster that slid off as well. I could get that in a second, after I'd saved myself.

The design was clever. I remember during training we'd been taught that every piece of a Dauntless' kit had as many functions as necessary. The corners of the buckle weren't metal; they were tapered ceramic.

My arm didn't move very quickly through the water but that was okay. It only took a few weak slams on the same spot to get the ceramic tip to splinter the tempered glass. Then I could twist and brace my hands on the opposing side. Just one good kick to the weakened spot and…

When the water rushed out, I dropped to the ground in a pile. Sneering critiques greeted me. "Someone put a Stiff in Dauntless clothes," a young man remarked.

Another scoffed. "Maybe they stole 'em. Wouldn't be the first time."

I rolled onto my back. The shards of tempered glass ground into my forearms and back. I shrugged it off. I froze, though, when I saw one of the youths bend to pick up the holster that I had dropped. He stared at the pistol like it was a fantastic toy.

"Looks like she stole a gun, too. Always wanted to see what the fuss was about," the youth said. He undid the snap and pulled it out of the holster.

"Give that back," I said, my voice low and insistent.

"What's that, Stiff?" he said, taunting. He was fiddling with the slide now even though it was already cocked.

Pulling my feet under me, I got ready to stand. Each motion had to be careful, calculated. "I said give that back. You're going to hurt someone. Probably yourself," I growled.

His companions guffawed at that, finding amusement in the little Abnegation girl playing at being Dauntless. I lunged forward, skipping from crouching directly to begin grappling the man about his center. He went down but not without pulling the trigger once, twice. The safety clicked harmlessly.

Shouts resounded between the men as they reacted to my attack. I focused on the man underneath me, throwing my elbow hard into his chin. With my off hand I gripped his wrist as tight as I could and forced his arm up above his head. The gun had to stay flat, pointed away from me. I could see him fumbling to flip the safety off. The next shots would fire true.

"Hey, watch it!" one of the men shrieked. He jumped back to avoid the crack of panicked gunshot that blew past him.

"Get off of him!" another crowed. I leaned forward more to slam the first man's hand into the pavement. He squirmed, no longer pinned as well as I hoped. He was able to get his other arm from under my knee and had a hand now on my throat.

My neck ached.

His fingernails scratched at my skin while he tried to fight my grip and choke me at the same time. I lunged forward and cracked his nose with my forehead. Stars sprung up in my vision but the pressure on my neck relented as he instead grabbed for his now bleeding face.

The gun dropped from his hand to the pavement. I threw myself off of him and scrambled to get the weapon instead.

My inner ear flipped, like I had suddenly stood up from doing a handstand. My arms stretched above my head. My wrists burned from the rough rope tied tightly around them. It took me a second to realize where the smell of burning wood was coming from. Ah. My feet.

To my right I could see the fence towering above me. It was curved out not in; I was out beyond the limits of Chicago. Heat scorched my feet even through the leather of my boots. Smoke bit into my lungs, mixing with the salt. Salt? No, there wasn't any salt. Just smoke.

The pike behind me was wooden. If I waited long enough it would burn, too. Then again so would my clothes and my soft flesh beneath them. Once again I needed to think quickly. Now. Now I needed to think quickly. I had never been tied to a stake before. Why would I think this had happened before?

I found myself chasing a thought that couldn't resolve itself. The flames licked at my pants now, eager to burn off the water there and get to me. I used it to focus on the problem in the here and now. Later I could wonder about why I found this familiar.

I pulled with my arms to try and get my feet higher. The strain burned my shoulders and I could only get my feet so high. When I tried to get purchase with one foot or another on the pike, the resulting pressure on my wrists was overwhelming.

The fire hurt more. I couldn't stop from whimpering as I tried to reason a way out. Everything hurt. This couldn't be the end. I twisted my head to look at the stake behind me as my feet danced in the coal bed. I just needed a few inches and then I would be able to get my arms over the top of the stake. Maybe I could break the rope if I tried hard enough but that meant ignoring the flames now lapping at my thighs and hips.

I always did prefer to keep moving. I didn't have time to wear out the rope in increments.

The angle was horrible and I could barely keep the purchase under my feet as I scooted inch by inch up the stake. Still, it wasn't impossible and I dumped myself harshly into the bed of coals the moment that the bindings weren't keeping me tied on.

Roll. Cough. Try to hold my breath to keep from taking in toxic fumes instead of smokey air. Keep moving one shoulder, one knee further to crawl away. My hands were bound but I could move. The fear in my belly wouldn't win out. Every bit farther that I crawled put me closer to survival.

The grasses around me grew taller and taller. The smoke in the air petered to mere whisps and then nothing. When I rolled onto my back to look there was just the clear, sunless sky above. I closed my eyes. Just for a second. Just to take a breath. The sound of cawing brought me back instantly, and the scrap of solace I had found was ripped away.

Wings flared and snapped in the air above me. The crows were circling again. No, not again. I would have remembered if this had happened before. What the hell was wrong with my head? I scrambled to find my knife strapped to my calf, and I cut away the bindings from my wrists.

Finally freed, I turned to the path that I had made in the grasses and ran. Not toward the safety of the fence and the city behind it but back to the fire. Going to the fence would take too long. The crows would be on me soon. I could feel the wind behind me billow and gust with each flap as they raced to follow me.

I raced along. My heart thrummed in my chest and I couldn't stop the grin despite the obvious danger. This was what I trained for. Running was quicker than crawling and I soon returned to the crackling, hungry flames. Behind the stake - which was now fully consumed - I could see a pocket of clear air. Ground which had no dry, flammable grasses to fuel the fire. My palm went over my mouth and I threw myself into the air. Behind me, the crows screamed and cried.

They could be furious all they wanted. They would not risk the ring of smoke and flames that surrounded the small mound I stood atop.

"Smart. I would almost call that calculated," Jeanine said in her careful, cool tone. Such a precise observation needed to be voiced, regardless of the barb it carried with it. Or perhaps because of it.

I tipped my head and fell into an unsteady parade rest. The Hub's main room was dark and empty save for her and I. I held my tongue from saying anything in response. I didn't need to defend or undersell my own accomplishments. I swallowed the question of why she felt the need to evaluate my actions as a Dauntless to begin with.

"Care to make another calculation?" she asked. I felt the weight of my pistol once more in my palm. Light bloomed behind me, casting a long shadow ahead of me. My own shadow was obscured by another form.

When I turned around I wished that I hadn't. I wished that I was anywhere but here with my father. He was restrained, his arms zip tied to the chair beneath him and a rag tied around his face to stop from speaking. Nothing kept him from glaring up at me, however. The same eyes that had watched me grow up now trained in anger on his Dauntless daughter. "We found the source of the Abnegation thievery. So many resources stolen from the city," Jeanine's voice wove in and out of my ears. "From the mouths of the factionless. From Dauntless and the other factions, too. Taken for Abnegation alone."

"And?" I questioned.

"It needs to stop," she replied. She was right. The city came first. And he should have known better. An Abnegation leader stealing? It went against everything that was in their nature.

My arm rose.

I would help Chicago like I'd been trained to do. I just had to close my eyes to do so.

Just over five pounds of pressure to a tiny metal bar activated the firing mechanism. If I thought hard enough I could visualize the diagram that Four had walked us through to explain each finely tuned segment that made my pistol work. I tried to remember how the extractor worked so that I could ignore the soft sound of blood dripping onto the floor in front of me.

Warmth wrapped around my middle. I froze. "You did good," Eric murmured. His mouth brushed against my ear as he spoke. "Real good." I relaxed, but only by a hair. I hadn't heard him come up behind me. We weren't in the Hub anymore. I hadn't been to the Hub since the Choosing Ceremony. Today had been the last part of Initiation. We were alone. I wasn't looking at someone slumped dead in a chair.

Eric and I stood together. He loosened his embrace and settled his hands comfortably just over my hips. His head lifted but I could feel his chest thrum as he sighed. "Rankings will be out soon. I have no doubt where you'll be."

My tongue was heavy and flat in my mouth. I felt like I was trapped with his arms wrapped around me. But this was Eric. I knew him so well at this point. I should have been comfortable.

I brought a hand up to rub at the injection track marks that weren't on my neck.

Eric gently prodded me to turn about in his arms. I looked up at his cocky grin. This time though I knew it was because he was proud. "We could do something while we're waiting," he mused. The crook of his knuckle traced a slow line down the curve of my face. The skin there tingled from the touch. I flushed when his other palm rested heavily on my hip now, drawing us close once more.

"Well?" he offered. Eric had tipped my chin up with that slow motion.

"What kind of something?" I managed to ask.

"The fun kind," he replied. His mouth covered mine and all I wanted to do was melt. But the warmth of his hands turned burning, hot like the flames that I hadn't been trapped in earlier, and I had to step back. It broke the kiss off and I turned my face rather than see his expression twist in confusion.

My heart was racing again except not from butterflies fluttering about in my stomach. I tasted acid in the back of my mouth. "Not that kind. I don't think… you know I don't want that," I sputtered. "This is too much." He would be upset. It would be just like before. Just like with Al.

I felt my shoulders stiffen and I shook my head firmly. "I know what I'm ready for and that isn't it," I said. I readied myself for the reaction - whatever it would be - and raised my eyes to meet his. I didn't want to run away. Not this time.

Open air greeted me. Grey nothingness replaced the world around me. No Hub. No fence. No water or sky. The simulation gave way to blinding light - real light - and I blinked until I could make sense of up or down.

The test chamber realized itself around me. I waited, counting my heartbeats as I actually took in what had happened. Lauren approached - I guess to take off the electrodes - but I had to take that time to let reality soak in.

The ocean. The tank. Crows. Fire. My father. I physically shuddered. I looked at my hands, my clothes. No burns or scrapes from wounds that had felt too real. I was still in my normal clothes that I'd pulled from the clean laundry pile this morning. No tactical gear.

"It's weird, right?" Lauren whispered. "The last time you have to go under. But you did well! Really great!" She didn't seem to notice that I just bobbed my head to reply. I had to walk a few feet over to get my knife. That I had really unsheathed and subsequently dropped, apparently.

I noticed the people who were now departing the observation room. Most of them didn't meet my gaze - they were busy folding up notepads or chatting among one another. One of them gave me a thumbs up. I couldn't think up an appropriate response and blinked owlishly again. I barely remembered having walked here. Eric had gotten me from the waiting room, given me the injection, and I had silently followed him down the hall. Then there was the vague recollection of putting on electrodes while someone gave instructions through a speaker. That was it.

I still didn't quite know who had been evaluating us. I did spy two familiar faces through the glass. Of course Eric was one of the very few who hadn't come out from behind the glass panel. As I hovered, Max pressed a switch and the panel shifted to opaque white.

"You're free to go, Tris," Lauren said. She was spraying everything down on the control rig. Like this was just another training day. "No ranks are announced until after dinner. Everyone's going to be let out of the dorm now. Go eat! You've got to be starving."

I'm not sure what expression came across my face by this point but it wasn't what Lauren expected. She paused her cleaning and stepped closer to me. "Tris? Did you hear me? You can go."

My head nodded but I still didn't budge. If I couldn't talk to Eric then I could at least ask Lauren about the situation with Al. "Did they find him? I know that wasn't part of the sims. That had been real," I said confidently.

"Did who find who?" Lauren's brow furrowed. Then she exclaimed sharply, "You're the one that Lynn called up about? Because of Al? Sorry, it's been a long day and communication has been spottier than it should be."

I let myself laugh wryly. "Who else would have gotten into a mess like this? Yeah I followed him-" I didn't want to even say his name "- when he ditched. And then he… went off and admitted to the incident with Marlene. Then tried to get rid of me and the evidence. But someone caught him, right? On the cameras or at one of the exits?" Even as I asked though I could see the answer on Lauren's face.

"Not yet," she admitted. Her hands wretched the neck of the spray bottle. "I know that isn't what you want to hear right now. After everything that you've been through. It's not right." Lauren was studying my reaction.

I was out of it to wrangle anything other than resignation. "Yeah. It's not right," I agreed. "So I guess we'll have to watch our backs just a bit longer." It came out more bitter than intended.

Lauren carded a hand roughly through her hair. "This isn't what Dauntless is like normally," she said.

I nodded shortly. That was exactly what Eric had said to me back at his office. "Well," I replied, "I look forward to seeing normal soon. If anyone can find it again." Lauren clapped me on the back and congratulated me again on my good time. Then she ushered me to the door.

All the way down the elevator, to the cafeteria, and throughout dinner with my fellow Initiates I waited for the other shoe to drop. There had to be a "gotcha!" coming. Some new, secret phase of testing. Or maybe Al was going to rush in with a gun, demanding to be heard one more time.

Nothing happened. Not while we were waiting anyways. Everyone had heard already from Lynn about the incident with Al and theories abounded regarding where he might be heading now. The rumors kept everyone distracted from the real question hanging in the air now - who among us was going to get to stay the night?

It was nearly midnight when Four came to collect us from the cafeteria. We hadn't been told where to go after eating and there had been a bubble of empty tables around us as the rest of the faction let us be. No one wanted to get too attached, I think, before final cuts were made. It had made the last hours of being Initiates rather somber.

That was all over now, though. When Four led us to the pit there was a crowd gathered that was bubbling with activity. Cheers went up when our group of fourteen filed into lines in the center of an informal circle. Pacing in a tight loop was Max. He was accompanied by Eric, Lauren, and few of the others who had been in the observation room. Now that I could see properly I could recognize the sharp lines and bars tattooed on each of them. This was Leadership in full force.

The energy in the room kicked up another notch as Max nodded and cleared his throat. Despite the noise his voice boomed out over the crowd. "We're here tonight to celebrate. These fourteen Initiates have spent the past weeks working to earn their place here among us. Today they underwent the final test: attacking their fear landscapes to show total dominance over their fears," he announced.

A round of clapping and whooping rose up over even Max's shouting so he paused until they had calmed once more. "Four of their fellows were dismissed after Phase One. Several others have been eliminated when they could not meet the standards of the faction," Max announced. I shared a look with Christina. That was one way to talk about Molly, Edward, and yes even Al. Still, tonight was supposed to be a celebration. Leadership wasn't going to spend it admitting that something had gone awry.

"These remaining young people stand before you waiting to join our rank. Will we have them?" he asked. The crowd roared in response. Among the cheers and shouts I heard some names called out gleefully. Most were for the remaining Dauntless-borns but I thought - maybe just hoped - that I heard my name once. Even Lauren and Four were clapping next to us. It took another long minute for the noise to subside.

"Without further delay, let's get to the final announcement, eh?" Max said. He gestured for another to come stand next to him and I bounced on my heels when I realized it was Eric coming forward with a list. Our lines were just a few feet away from Max. I grinned when Eric's gaze met mine for a split moment.

He took his spot next to Max, holding a small piece of paper in his hands. "Everyone named will remain within the faction and ascend to full member status," Eric explained. "Those named are those who have met all requirements and have been assessed to be suitable to remain in Dauntless." Made sense. That had been the whole point of Initiation after all.

I tapped my heel impatiently. Eric continued. He carried himself stiffly, like he was repeating lines rather than his normal, more casual pattern of speech. I was brought back to my first night in the faction when I had heard Eric, Max, and the rest of Leadership commend Allison's death. This speech had the same hint of scripted words. "In addition," he explained, "those who receive a number rank have been assessed to have performed above and beyond the requirements of one or more of the phases. Of course, all of you have still more to your Dauntless journey after this evening but to receive a rank is an honor that should not be taken lightly."

My head spun if only because I hadn't quite realized the significance of the ranking previously. It had been important to staying in, to making it to the end goal of remaining here. But I knew from the rumor mill that Eric had been number two in his year. It hadn't occurred to me what that meant for our respective paths after Initiation. Eric was a Leader now, top tier of the faction. If I ranked - top two or otherwise - could that be my path?

I didn't get time to continue down that train of thought as Eric lifted the page to read from. "If you are named now, congrats. You will remain in the faction," he said simply. "That honor goes to:

"Christina." Next to me, I watched her bounce up and down. Her joy was infectious; I smiled widely as she stepped forward to the open space Max gestured towards. Applause rose up within the crowd again.

"Marlene." She untangled herself from Uriah and joined Christina. I gave a thumbs up to both of them. It felt good having girls win the first slots. The next two names called were Dauntless borns that I hadn't gotten to know well enough, and my nerves were returning with a vengeance. There were only so many of us. How many would be unranked? How many wouldn't be named at all?

After Will and Rita were named there was a meaningful pause to Eric's list. He looked at Max for some unspoken confirmation. Then he turned once more to the crowd. "The following four Dauntless have earned the top ranks among their fellows. Impressive fear landscapes, skilled combatants. In one or more phases, they have shown true skill," he said.

I chewed on my lip, taking in the folks remaining. Uriah, Lynn, Peter, Drew, three more Dauntless borns, and myself. I felt pretty good compared to Drew; he had never really impressed me. But among the others? I wasn't sure how I fit in.

"Ranked fourth - Lynn. Congratulations," Eric said simply. The crowd took over the rest of the cheering and whooping. Lynn was directed to the opposite side of the circle, near the remaining Leaders. She stood strong, a thin curl of her lip the only hint that there was something other than calm confidence in her stance.

My heart beat hard in my chest. "Ranked third, Peter," Eric continued. There was no congratulations this time, I noted bitterly. Third felt too high for Peter, though I suppose he had hit second in Phase one. Edward might have beaten him out for this rank now if he had stayed.

Still at least he wasn't first or second. Uriah was named number two. His mother and brother shrieked joyfully at the announcement. The blood in my ears was deafening at this point. I couldn't stop from hoping, praying, wishing that what came next would be-

"And our top ranked Initiate this year, Tris Prior. First jumper now first ranked," Eric called out. "Congrats to her and to all of our full fledged Dauntless!"

My hands shook as I stepped forward. Eric clapped me on the shoulder as I turned and joined the other three. The smile on my face felt like it would crack my cheeks in half. There were so many feelings rattling around in my chest, in my head. Hell, even my toes were tingling. But foremost I felt accomplished. After everything, this was worth it.

My faction cheered for me and my friends. The sounds rang throughout the Pit, a joyful cacophony. Eric dipped his head to bring his mouth right to my ear. I wouldn't have been able to hear him if he hadn't. "You deserve it. I told you - you have what it takes to be one of us. Dauntless," he said to me alone. "Be proud."

A/N: It has been a long, long road! But initiation is finally over?! How's everyone feeling? Ready for a nice, calm break?