A/N: I'm terribly sorry for this delayed update. I just wanted to get it right. I wouldn't be lying if I said there are almost ten discarded versions of this chapter on my disk.

Chapter 10

A stillness pervaded the room that nobody bothered to disrupt. Their joined hands stayed together, while Harry and Hermione's worried eyes wandered to the people they care the most.

"Say something," Hermione spoke unaware about the deadly pressure she's exerting on Harry's fingers.

Harry bit his lip trying to suppress the cry and groaned, "anything."

Hermione's mother was the first one who responded, "It's really a wonderful thing darling, but you might want to release Harry's hand."

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize," she said loosening her grip. She quickly took his hand into hers and gently brushed his knuckles, the little movements didn't miss by Ginny's eyes that were glowing red.

"It's nothing," Harry said shaking them off.

Mrs. Granger strode to them and enveloped the pair into a bone crushing hug. "We were so worried," she said pressing a kiss to Hermione's forehead. "We didn't know what was happening to you. We lost you once and the thought of losing you again almost killed us."

"Mum, it's going to be okay," Hermione assured wiping the tears from her mother's eyes while Harry smiled sheepishly. "I'm not going anywhere. We're not going anywhere. Trust me."

"Jean dear, I think we all might have misheard what the children were trying to say," Molly's voice interrupted the moment between the mother and her daughter.

"Oh! I have heard it loud and clear, Molly," Jean Granger said looking fondly at Harry and Hermione. "They aren't children anymore. They are soulmates."

A loud crash erupted at the door as Molly dropped the glass of water in her hands. "What kind of nonsense is this?" Her voice boomed, pulling everyone out of their stupor.

"Mum," Ron placed a hand on her shoulder and steadied her.

"It's anything but nonsense, Molly. In fact, it perfectly makes sense," Jean said. "I'm actually relieved they have realized this before the weddings happened," she said with a cautious glance at the Weasley siblings.

Ron cringed at her wording and shot a sharp look at Harry and Hermione, who remained in their positions on the bed. Ginny was shooting daggers with her eyes with her fists balled. Molly draped a hand on her daughter's shoulder and pulled her close. "What's the meaning of this? What are you trying to tell us?"

"Molly, I understand. It's quite distressing to all of us. But it's not our place to ask or say anything," Jean Granger said, moving closer to the Weasley matriarch. "It's up to them now."

"What about the weddings, vows, and promises?" Molly stammered.

"I think this is above all of that. It is about their lives," Jean Granger said with a kind smile at the pair seated on the bed. She gave an encouraging nod and slipped out of the door, leaving it open for Molly to follow her.

"This is outrageous," Molly's hysterical cry shook the room once again.

"Mrs. Weasley," Harry and Hermione started to say, but Ginny's glare stopped them.

"Mum, go," Ginny said with a stern voice shrugging off her mother's grip on her. She took hold of Ron's hand and moved closer to the bed. "She is right. It is now up to us. We have to deal with it."

Molly's incoherent pleas went unheard. With a huff and an angry glare towards the people on the bed she exited the room, leaving the four to face the future.

"You told me she was like your sister," Ron was the first one to crack.

"Excuse me, a sister?" Hermione spoke. "Whoever gave you that idea?"

"Your so-called, Soulmate," Ron spat.

"Hang on, when did this happen?" Hermione asked placing her hands on her hips.

Harry remained oblivious to the argument that was brewing between his best friends and had locked eyes with Ginny, who was observing the whole scene with a cold and calculated eye.

"During our Horcrux hunt," Ron said stepping closer. "When I rescued him from the lake and destroyed the locket."

"Oh!" Hermione bit her lip and cast a glance at Harry. "I didn't know that."

Harry felt Hermione's sudden hesitation through their link and withdrew his gaze from Ginny and glanced at Ron, "We were really not ourselves, during that time." Harry murmured. "There were so many things going on and I was glad to have you back. But I cannot recollect why I specifically said she was like my sister. The Horcrux affected us in many ways. The whole thing is just foggy. But if you ask me now, I would say she was always family to me, but not a sister."

"Then why did you propose to me?" Ginny said raising an eyebrow.

"Look, Ginny," Hermione started.

"I believe I'm talking to Harry Potter," Ginny's sharp voice was like a slap to Hermione's face. "Or does your soulmate need you to carry on his side of conversations too."

"Don't talk to her like that," Ron was on Hermione's side. "I'm sure it wasn't Hermione's fault."

"Ginny, Ron's are right. It's entirely my fault. Not Hermione's in any sense," Harry said in a decisive tone. "This is something, which I should've done a long time ago."

Ginny sucked in a sharp breath and her lip quivered as the corners of her eyes crinkled. "Since when?"

"Since the war. Dumbledore told me."

"This is ridiculous. You can't become soulmates, just because someone told you," Ron dismissed. "And you love Ginny, not Hermione. And Hermione loves me." Ron suddenly stopped and scratched his head. "Even though I can't remember how we started our relationship, I know I'm supposed to love Hermione."

Harry and Hermione exchanged glances. "Come to think of it, I don't remember either," she said biting her lip.

Harry furrowed his eyebrows at Ron and Hermione's slowly shook his head and spoke, "You're right. I haven't decided to do this based on someone's word and hurting any of you is the last thing on my mind. I'm the only one to blame."

"No Harry. It's not your fault. Your happiness was always the last thing on your mind. You wouldn't hurt Ginny or any one for that matter," Hermione tried to console.

"That's bloody likely, isn't it? How do you explain all this? He disappears with you on his wedding day and turns up after two days claiming, you are soulmates," Ron burst out again.

"Why are you singling him out Ron? You should be angry with both of us. You speak like we eloped and went on our honeymoon. Newsflash, Ron. We were taken and we had to fight battles to get back here," Hermione was fuming.

Ginny's eyes widened at that, and her gaze traveled back and forth between the bonded soulmates. Sensing Ginny's reaction Harry stopped her. "Wait, Hermione. We are not going to say anything until you start believing us. But you can be sure that we didn't ride off into the sunset looking forward to a happily ever after."

Ron scoffed at his words. "Yes, nothing is easy for famous Harry Potter. All he faces is trouble, but somehow he wins in the end."

Hermione had enough, a wave of exhaustion consumed her and she dropped to the ground, stalling all the arguments. "That's enough Ron. Of all the people, I thought you would be the first one to understand." Ron was on her side, catching her flailing body. "It's not Harry's fault or mine. It was our responsibility."

Harry's heart overwhelmed looking at Hermione's helplessness. He gathered the remains of his strength into his legs and tried to walk towards her.

"Not so fast," Ginny's hand shot up and stopped him. "Don't you go and disturb their moment. You owe my brother at least that."

"Ginny, listen to me," Harry's eyes still remained on Ron and Hermione.

"Can't you even take your eyes off her?"

"Ginny, it's not like that. Hermione's exhausted for Merlin's sake. Before everything else, she's my best friend and I'm always concerned about her," Harry yelled as his own strain was doing a number on him.

"Is that it, just a friend?" Ginny asked folding her hands. "Your actions say otherwise, Potter." Her eyes trailed to Hermione's wand that lay forgotten on the bed. "Let's see, then. Accio wand," she said deftly catching the wand that flew into her hands.

Harry went rigid and he tried to move in front of Hermione and Ron.

"Ginny! Put the wand away," Ron said impatiently from the floor. "This is not how we solve our problems. Believe me, you gain nothing from this anger. I have had a lot of experience with that. You don't realize how much can be lost in that," he said meeting Harry's eye. "I trust them. At least we should give them a chance to explain."

Harry didn't move from his place. A queasy feeling started to settle in his mind. He met Hermione's worried glance as she called out to him through their link.

"Pathetic," Ginny said shaking her head. "I should have known. You've always been weak. Had I found a stronger one in your place, everything would have settled by now," she said twirling her wand between her fingers. Ginny turned her wand at Hermione hissing something incoherent and a green light escaped from her wand.

"NO," Harry screamed as his heart almost stopped, extending his hands in a forward motion imagining the most powerful shield around Hermione and Ron. He opened his eyes and to his relief, there indeed was a shield around them, but his best friend lay motionless.

"What did you do?" Hermione cried out clutching Ron's limp body. "You've gone mad. Why're you killing your own brother?"

"Check his pulse, Herms," Harry's voice sounded in Hermione's head.

Hermione hurriedly looked for his pulse and let out a relieved sigh. "He's fine. Your spell stopped the intensity of the curse," she whispered brushing Ron's hair. "You're going crazy, you mad woman. He's your brother for God's sake."

"A lousy brother. If he did his job properly, this day wouldn't have come," she said in a cold tone. Without giving them a reprieve, Ginny shouted again, "Incarcerous."

Two powerful jets of rope shot through her wand hitting Harry and Hermione with an incredible force, making them topple on the floor with loud thuds.

"There, it's better now," Ginny said summoning a chair for herself and got comfortable sneering at the struggling pair on the floor. "Let's begin."

Harry's mind was swirling in thoughts. He reached out to Hermione through their link but she was in a similar state. She gave him an assuring nod, trying to summon their accumulated magic and break out from the bonds.

"Your soulmate magic won't work when you are this tired. And Harry here used the remnants of it create the shield. So stop it, now. You're as fragile as a normal human," Ginny said poking Hermione's cheek with her big toe. Hermione thrashed and snapping at Ginny but Harry remained stoic. There was something terribly wrong. Ginny's gaze found Harry's and asked, "Let's talk about your journey?"

"What kind of madness is this Ginny. Snap out of it," Hermione cried out looking at the pale face of Ron. "Let us out, this instant."

But Harry stayed quiet, gauging Ginny's movements. He narrowed his eyes at his Fiancé, "We never mentioned anything about Journey. And Ginny would never attack her brother. Who are you?"

"Harry, she's Ginny for Godric's sake?" Hermione's words echoed in Harry's mind. He looked at her and quietly shook his head.

Hermione's eyes widened as a cackling laughter surrounded the room. "I thought the brightest witch of her age would catch on. But surely, I was mistaken."

Harry and Hermione tried to drag themselves in front of Ron's unmoving form, shielding him.

"Oh, look at you. You poor things, trying to save a friend. I couldn't care less about him," Ginny said in a malicious tone. Training her wand on Harry this time she hissed, "Now about that journey? How many did you meet?"

Harry remained undeterred but Hermione's anxiety was clear on her face, as she spoke in a terrified voice. "What happened to Ginny? What did you do with her?"

The person in front of them, looked down her own body, "Pretty little thing, isn't she? I thought that would keep your interest and make you ignore the bond you had with your soulmate. I confounded an Oaf her brother to take care of that mud blood," she sneered at Ron.

Harry and Hermione met each other's gaze. "How can we get out of here?" Hermione whispered through their connection trying to forget the insulting word that came from the impersonator.

"No, we have to first find out who exactly that is?" Harry interjected. "She sounds very dangerous."

"How sweet, you're talking through your connection. It's amazing isn't it?" the impersonator spoke. Her gaze wandered and to Harry and Hermione's surprise, a tear trickled down her cheek. "I used to have it. It was the most beautiful emotion. I can still feel its tingle in my veins."

"You're a soulmate," Harry asked with a pointed glare.

"Yes. I was a soulmate," she screamed making the windows rattle. "Until you destroyed my bond, my life," her lip quivered, "my mate."

With a large growl, she jumped at them holding their necks. Harry and Hermione tried to wiggle out of her grip, but she was unrelenting.

Digging her wand into Hermione's heart, she yelled, "Captis Anima Vinculum."

Panic invading their minds, they barely noticed the rumbling sound permeating the room. As the red whirlwind started whirring around them they cried out in pain. Hermione screamed loudly, her eyes rolling into her head. Seeing that, Harry gathered all his strength and kicked hard in the impersonator's stomach. But all their efforts turned futile as the violence consumed them. The ruthless familiarity of spinning in a whirlpool surrounded them and Harry shut his eyes at its intensity. He tried unsuccessfully reaching towards Hermione and felt a faint link. They both held on to that feeble connection waiting for it to come to a stop.

The grip on them loosened, after what seemed like an eternity. Hermione sucked in a sharp breath and snapped her eyes open.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

Harry and Hermione looked at each other in despair as their hearts sank into their stomachs. They were back in the wormhole. But instead of the serene blue one, this time they were floating amidst a violent red one.

"It's just like he said," a new but a bone chillingly familiar voice mused around them.

"You," Harry cried. "You were dead."

Shivers ran down Hermione's spine at the sight of Bellatrix Lestrange. She cackled and surrounded them like a dark wave. The slur that was etched into her hand clawed at her skin.

"I needed a soulbond's strength to come here," Bellatrix hissed. "That Weasley bitch turned me into this wraith. She'll pay dearly for it with her precious daughter's life."

"What did you do with Ginny?" Hermione yelled.

But an unimaginable force hit Hermione violently and she groaned in pain. "Shut your mouth, mud blood. Ah! It feels so good to say that word again. I can feel the strength return to me." But before Bellatrix could say anything Hermione hit her with an enormous force making Bellatrix collapse into the column of the wormhole.

Harry proudly walked to Hermione and draped his arm around her, watching Bellatrix swirl in between the columns shrieking wildly. As she was spit into to insides of the column he asked coolly, "Who is he, you're talking about?" Harry asked at the hideous sight of Bellatrix's twisted face.

"My lord," she spat at Harry.

"Voldemort?" Harry said in a whisper turning to Hermione. "How is it possible?"

"My great Lord can do anything. He can rise from death, he can break existing bonds taking the energy from them, and he can destroy you into nothingness."

The conversation from their guardians kicked in Hermione's head. "The two bonds we lost."

"You didn't lose. He took that soul bond power from them and came back to life. He knew magic, the beautiful dark magic that can do anything. That can traverse multitudes of this Universe and get him what he wanted. That's how he regained his life. With your blood, he connected to the bonds everywhere in the Universe and sucked in their power," Bellatrix laughed in pride. "And made me his mate."

"It's impossible. He didn't know about our soul bond," Hermione said with an incredulous expression.

"Poor mud blood," Bellatrix tutted. "He knew everything. Why do you think he went to kill a little boy back then? He knows the power of a soulbond. With that, he could control all the Multiverse. If his mud blood mother hadn't interfered, he would have been a true master of everything."

Harry and Hermione started to understand the sickness of Voldemort, hasn't left them yet.

"But no matter. He's still in me," Bellatrix mused like a delirious person. "He left his own piece of soul in me. And I can bring him back."

"A Horcrux?" Harry prodded Hermione. She stared mutely at the atrocity in front of them. That was the reason, she didn't die and remained wavering in this world like a Wraith.

"I made a promise to my Lord that I'll bring him back. If I could've stopped you for another day your wedding to that Weasley bint would have happened and your bond with this mud blood would've been destroyed for eternity," Bellatrix kept cackling.

"Don't worry Harry. We'll destroy her. Our magic is pure and powerful. She'll be scorned," Hermione assured him.

"I can hear everything you say," Bellatrix whispered. "This is your bond," she said pointing to the wormhole. "Now I just need to take everything from this and give it to my lord."

"Enough," Harry yelled. "Voldemort died and along with him your sanity too. If you think you can take this pure raw energy and sustain, you're wrong. The sanctity of this magic will consume you."

"You'll be obliterated by this," Hermione chorused taking Harry's hand.

"Do you think my lord wouldn't have thought that? You keep on forgetting, he's the most powerful wizard ever born. He taught me everything to take your bond. He warned me to do everything quietly and gradually. That's why I had to take that blood traitor's daughter's body and try to marry you," Bellatrix shuddered. "Once your bond is mine, every other would follow." She sighed visibly. "But you left me no choice. I'll drain yours first and others will follow automatically. Look at you all weak, exhausted, and alone. It'll be just a matter of seconds before my Lord will rise again."

"You're a fool to think they are weak," a serene warmth surrounded Harry and Hermione. "You're are an idiot to think they are alone," a chorus of voices echoed around them. Their hearts soared high knowing to whom the chorus belonged. Their mirror images stood behind them gleaming in a brilliant blue light.

Bellatrix eyes widened in awe. "It's magical," she whispered. Her stare narrowed and she exclaimed between maniacal laughter. "You've made it easier for me. I can destroy all of you at the same time and take all the power."

A snort sounded behind Harry catching Bellatrix attention, "No offense, woman. But did you think you can fight all of us and survive? You're delusional," the Harry dressed in muggle clothes said with an eye roll.

"Truer words were never spoken," the prince agreed.

"The woman looks mean," the little Harry glared with a pout. "I don't like her."

"Me neither, mate. What do you think we should do with her?" the Harry who defeated a werewolf chimed.

"Well, there is nothing else we could do but destroy her," the Harry who was manipulated all his life by an evil person said with conviction.

"It's your decision. You are our core strength and we'll follow your lead," the Harry who ended his war with his own dark Hermione said with a bow.

"Did you see Bellatrix, we are not alone," Hermione said gesturing to their counterparts who have joined them.

"Did you know why Voldemort said the bond shouldn't have formed?" Bellatrix stared at them with wide eyes and they saw the beginnings of fear in them. "Once the soul bond is sealed, it cannot be broken."

"I pity you," the Hermione who suffered in pain being an enemy to her own soulmate, came forward and spoke.

"You can never understand the bond and how pure and powerful it is," the Hermione who saved her mate from a terrible fate from an evil manipulator joined the voice.

"How can she understand? They stole the precious power," the girl who was intelligent enough to create a silver screen to protect herself and her mate sneered at the frightened Bellatrix.

"What would've happened, if their kiss happened a day later," the Hermione who was a victim of a photo scandal said taking her mate's hand.

"There is so much, malignity in her," the girl who fought for the life of Sphinx spoke moving closer to her prince.

"The mean woman wants to hurt us," the little Hermione said her eyes filling up with tears.

Harry and Hermione bent down and picked up their tiniest counter parts. "No one can to hurt you, anymore," Harry said hugging the four-year-old Hermione. "You will always be safe," he said pressing a kiss to her glowing blue form.

"Enough of this," Bellatrix screamed. "No one can stop me from taking your power. Captis Anima Vinculum," her maniacal scream pierced the violence of the thrumming Wormhole.

The toddlers hugged Harry and Hermione tightly looking at the red light that started towards them like a strangling vine.

But the vine never reached them. As soon as it touched the blue sphere of power surrounding them, it vanished.

"What's happening? It should work. My lord said this is definitely going to work," Bellatrix said shuddering. "No, you should be destroyed. You shouldn't be let live. This is my lord's place. He should be the leader of everything across the multiverse." She started springing various spells with her bare hands at them.

"How is she able to use spells here? She doesn't have a wand?" Harry asked looking at Hermione.

"I don't know what kind of twisted dark magic Voldemort used on her to make her his soulmate," Hermione chimed holding toddler Harry tightly.

"Don't waste time. Destroy her for the benefit of the world and not to forget your own sanities," voices of Perenelle and Nicholas Flamel probed them. "As a guardian, it is our duty to guide you. All of you are brought here together to demonstrate to everyone to show what happens to those, who try to tamper with a soul bond. Do it."

"Do you hear them too?" Harry asked reaching out to their counter parts.

"Clear as a bell," they assured. "You should follow our soul guardians. After all, they are the ones who brought us here."

Harry felt the surge of power and he turned to Hermione. There she stood with an exhausted expression slowly giving her assurance. His lip quivered, looking at his friend, his soulmate, and his everything as she extended her own energy into their bond. He understood the responsibility the bond placed on them. They are the initiators, the core and the string that tied everything together.

He schooled his mind and looked at Bellatrix, who was revolving around the blue sphere that was obstructing her, firing mad spells everywhere.

"Voldemort never knew the meaning of a mate. One person for whom you would leave everything, you wouldn't care about your own life, and that one person you wouldn't hesitate to kill for. You may have thought he is your mate, Bellatrix, but you were nothing but a slave to Voldemort. I'm so sorry for you." He extended his hands forward ensconcing all the power emanating from everyone and directed it towards her.

There was blinding light when the blue strength of their power hit her. They expected a big explosion, but it didn't happen. The blinding light just went into her, making her still. Right in front of their eyes, it permeated into her body. Waves of red violent waves escaped from her. With each and every wave that escaped, her form wracked, until finally nothing but dust remained.

The toddlers' eyes were shut and they shivered in Harry and Hermione's grip. "Shh, it's over. The evil lady's gone," Hermione said patting little Harry's back.

"Yes, for good," Harry said placing a kiss on little Hermione's head. He then turned towards all their counterparts. The corners of his eyes crinkled and looking at all of them. For the first time, he felt free. Even after Voldemort's death, there was a gaping hole in his heart that never seemed to be filled. But here he stood amidst all of them, who have fought their own struggles, but remained one in this fight against evil.

"We did great, today. But she's not the first one to threaten us and she won't be the last one. This bond is our strength and also our responsibility." There were assuring nods all around as they slowly understood their implications. "There are no weak links in us. Each and every one here is equally responsible for the power from our bond. Either magical or muggle all of us are equal."

"We should never anyone behind. We are in this together and we should always reach out to others who are still naïve and young," Hermione joined Harry.

With nods of approval and hugs of love shared around, the blue forms started to disappear finally leaving Harry and Hermione.

"Here we are," Hermione said hugging Harry now looking calmly at the red whirlpool, that was slowly turning into blue. "Just how we started this journey."

"Just us," Harry said placing a kiss on her temple. "Are you worried?"

"Strangely, no," Hermione said looking at him.

"Me too. Everything seems so vivid now. There is no mist covering my senses. I know what I want, why I want and I have no guilt in admitting that," he said brushing his lips against hers. "Ready?" Hermione nodded closing her eyes, happily accepting the whirl that would take them back to their world.

"They are waking up," a hurried voice tugged them back to their own world.

As soon as their eyelids fluttered open, they both were engulfed by a very familiar hug. "That was a barking mad thing to do. What were you thinking?"

Harry smiled and hugged his friends. "Ron, we're okay mate. How long were we out this time?"

"A day. We were so worried."

"Ron. Don't worry," Hermione chimed slowly drawing herself back. Her brow furrowed and whispered, "How's Ginny?"

"Hermione," a weak voice sounded and Harry and Hermione snapped their heads to look beyond Ron.

There she was, standing with the support of her mother. She looked pale and weak, but there was no malicious gleam in her eyes like before. "Ginny, I'm so sorry," Harry whispered.

"No Mr. Potter," she smiled wryly. "I won't let you take the blame for that mad woman's action."

"You know?" Hermione asked with a quiver in her voice.

"I always knew, but she never let me come out," Ginny slowly limped towards Harry. She sat down beside him and took his hand into hers. "I always wanted to tell you. I could hear her thoughts and her plans, but she never let me. I felt freedom for the first time since the war as soon as she left my body."

"Ginny," Harry sighed and lightly squeezed her hand. "It's not your fault."

Harry looked past her and saw everyone in the room. Hermione was nestled close to him on the same bed as before, with Ron on her side. Weasleys and Grangers gathered in the room, were looking at them with concerned glances.

He took hold of Hermione's hand and said to the people who were waiting for them. "It's going to be okay. She's destroyed." By the expressions on their faces, he understood Ginny told them everything.

There were a plethora of incoherent statements as they were bombarded by various questions. Seeing Hermione lay her head on Harry's shoulder in exhaustion Ron spoke up, "That's enough, everyone. They need rest," he said shooing everyone out of the room.

Molly met Harry and Hermione's eyes and gave a tearful nod, showing them her acceptance and forgiveness.

Contentment shone in Grangers' faces as they bid their farewell to their daughter and her soulmate.

Ron finally came to Ginny and scooped her up. Harry met his eye and tried to say something. But Ron quickly shook his head and whispered, "I don't understand. But all those things can wait. But let me tell you something, I don't feel that that compulsion anymore. I sure love Hermione, but I also realize the fact that you belong to each other." With a nod Ron slipped out of the door, leaving his friends to wonder when he had grown up to this wonderful understanding person.

"I really don't know how to gauge Ron's reaction but I guess that can wait?"

"Yes," Harry said looking at her closed eyes.

"So, we are soulmates," she said catching his stare, as she opened her eyes. "How about that?"

"Apart from the responsibilities, I can't wait to explore the benefits of it," Harry said moving his finger to brush her lip.

"You can wait if you want, but I think I can start my own exploration, right away," she said catching his lips with hers.

Before the bliss from their kiss awakened other dormant areas, Harry's mind reeled to the moment where he took a chance and took a step towards his happiness. A tiny shudder passed through his nerves thinking what would've happened if he hadn't taken that step.

Hermione gently broke the kiss and gazed into his emerald irises. "You did the right thing, Harry. All's well now."

Harry sighed happily, and hugged her tightly and spoke, "All is well."

A/N: That's it, folks, the last chapter. This was the conclusion I had in my mind when I started this story. But it doesn't mean it is the end. Even though I'm marking this as complete, I intend to add little snippets of their life after this chapter, like new adventures, new enemies, probably a wedding, whenever I can. Thank you so much for the support and love you've given this effort.