Apparently, all my readers adored seeing Héctor reunited with his daughter and wife. That's good to hear because I was really looking forward to writing that scene. But I know that everyone is looking forward to another reunion too.

Miguel let his parents hug him close even as they stared in silent shock at the reunion in the middle of the courtyard. His focus wasn't on his parents though. No matter how much he appreciated their affection after he spent so much time thinking he would never see his family again, he couldn't look away. He watched Mamá Coco looking happier than he could ever remember seeing her. He watched Mamá Imelda with relieved tears in her eyes even as she refused to let them fall. But most of all, Miguel watched Héctor practically wrap around the two of them.

Miguel couldn't stop smiling as he stared at his great-great-grandfather. Héctor was back and safe. It worked. His dull yellow bones now gleamed the same white as those of the others. And there were no occasional flashes of golden-orange light. He was real, solid, and perfectly fine.

And he looked far happier than Miguel could possibly have imagined. Even at his most cheerful and optimistic, Héctor could never match his current expression. He was in his own little world of pure happiness and relief; all that mattered to Héctor was the two people he was hugging and speaking to softly. And watching them so perfectly content together somehow left Miguel with a bright grin and blinking quickly against burning eyes.

This? Saving his great-great-grandfather and making the family whole again? It made everything he faced worth it.

He rubbed his arms briefly, trying to banish the memory of the sensation of something sharp slicing at him. It felt exactly like knives or claws. But no matter how they tried to rip the soul out of his grip, Miguel held on. And no matter what it felt like, it didn't actually slice him to the bone. Muerte was right. He wasn't actually hurt. There wasn't a single mark on him and the pain was only a memory.

"Is… Is that why you went with Muerte?" asked Mamá quietly. "You went to get… him?"

Nodding, Miguel mumbled, "Sí."

She pressed a kiss to top of his head while Socorro patted her brother enthusiastically. Miguel did feel slightly guilty about what he must have put his family through. His papá's strong grip on him gave him a pretty strong idea about how worried his family must have been.

"I probably have a lot of explaining to do," he continued, rubbing his arm awkwardly.

"That might be nice, yes," said Mamá as their embrace loosened to something more relaxed. "We've missed a few things with you, Miguel."

"I couldn't let Papá Héctor be forgotten," he said softly. "I just wanted to keep my promise."

"I understand, míjo," said Papá as Miguel took the guitar off his back and handed it over. "But please never do that again. You're going to give your mamá and I so many gray hairs."

"Sorry I worried everyone."

But he certainly wasn't sorry that he did it. He would never be sorry to bring Papá Héctor home. With the tall skeleton with one arm around Mamá Coco's shoulders and the other pulling Mamá Imelda against his chest, how could Miguel be anything other than happy for them?

Though when Mamá Imelda smiled slightly and tilted her head up to press a hesitant kiss on her husband, causing Héctor to stiffen with a shocked expression that suggested his mind had gone completely blank, Miguel couldn't resist making a face and cringing at the sight. Just because he was happy the two of them were getting along didn't mean he wanted to watch them kiss.

"Well," said Oscar suddenly, "this certainly—"

"—brings back memories," continued Felipe. "You two—"

"—were always like this—"

"—back in the old days."

And that interruption startled Héctor enough that he jumped back, flailing briefly with a guilty expression before apparently noticing his surroundings for the first time. He blinked a few times as he gaped at the gathered family members in confusion. Miguel could understand that reaction. While Héctor would recognize the twins fairly well from when they were all alive and he probably remembered the other dead Riveras from last Día de Muertos, Miguel knew that everyone alive would be strangers to him.

"I… didn't think I could be more confused," said Héctor, rubbing the back of his skull awkwardly. "But now I have many more questions."

"Like what happened?" Tía Carmen asked. "Or where you are? Or who we are? Or how you got here?"

Straightening slightly and pointing at her, he said, "Yes. All of them. All those questions, Señora."

"Well," said Rosa as she stepped forward, "let's see. In that order, the answers would be… We're still not completely sure what happened. You're at our home in Santa Cecilia, which we seem to be stuck in for some reason that may or may not have to do with flower petals. If you're actually Héctor Rivera, then we're apparently your family. And as for how any of this is happening and how you ended up here, I think we can blame that on my primo over there."

Looking more overwhelmed with every word from the teenage girl's mouth, Héctor turned in the indicated direction. And the moment he met Miguel's beaming smile, some of that excessive confusion shifted to surprise and delight. That destroyed any self-control that the boy might possess and he practically flung himself across the cempazúchitl-covered courtyard.

"Miguel?" yelped the skeleton in amazement and joy.

Héctor stumbled back a step as Miguel nearly tackled him, wrapping his arms around his great-great-grandfather. He buried his face into the ribcage, the boy distantly noticing that he'd gained an inch or so since the last time Miguel hugged the skeleton. Héctor felt so solid and sturdy. He certainly didn't feel fragile, like he might fade away at any moment. He was fine. He was safe. Miguel smiled into his ribcage even as tears spilled over. This moment helped the boy banish the heartache of his last memory of Papá Héctor, lying weakly on the ground and flashing with gold light.

The brief moment of stillness caused by the surprise hug quickly evaporated. Héctor's arms returned the embrace just as strongly. Everything about the situation just felt right to the boy, letting himself be pulled tight against the skeleton. Hugs for everyone tonight, apparently. That random thought sent Miguel chuckling slightly into his great-great-grandfather's ribs. But this was great. It actually worked. He was really and truly back.

"Míjo, do you know what's happening?" he asked quietly after a few moments. "Because there's… There's a lot happening."

"It's all right. Everything's all right," said Miguel. "I promised. I promised you'd get to see Mamá Coco, that I wouldn't let her forget. I finally kept that promise."

"By disappearing without warning and scaring your family half to death," Abuelita yelled from across the courtyard, causing Miguel to jump back defensively. "What were you thinking, Miguelito? You couldn't take a momento to let us know you were going to find that long-dead músico? I know you were raised with more sense than that. Next time, you talk to your family first. We'll figure these things out together."

"Sorry, Abuelita," he apologized, grinning awkward and rubbing his left arm. "It was kind of sudden. And she didn't give me much time to think."

"Wait. Wait, wait, wait," said Héctor, holding his hand up. "Wait, wait. Wait… Wait, wait, wait." He paused briefly with a thoughtful expression. "Wa-wait. Wait, wait, wait… Wait. Wait, hold on…" He closed his eyes and rubbed the side of his skull. "You found me? Chamaco, what exactly did you do? This doesn't involve another curse, does it?"

He shook his head, swiping his sleeve across his face to dry his earlier tears. No curses involved. Not unless his family did something while he was gone. Miguel still didn't know why everyone could see the dead, but that could probably wait.

"No, Papá Héctor. I learned my lesson about curses. But apparently because I spent so much time in the Land of the Dead last year while still being alive," Miguel explained slowly, his entire family listening intently, "I could actually go where you ended up when you were forgotten. And since I wasn't dead, I could get back out again. So I made a trade with her and she let me bring you home."

"What deal, míjo?" asked Imelda.

"And with who?" Héctor continued.

"THE DEAL WAS STRUCK WITH ME," said Muerte, drawing everyone's attention back to the tall skeleton at the edge of the courtyard.

As soon as she spoke in her strange echoing voice, Héctor spun around with a confused and nervous expression. And then he caught sight of Muerte. He yelped loudly before smothering out whatever words he almost shouted. Miguel couldn't miss how intimidated and overwhelmed he looked. Muerte made a very strong first impression.

"MIGUEL RIVERA WISHED TO RETRIEVE HÉCTOR RIVERA FROM MY REALM. I GAVE THE BOY THE OPPORTUNITY, BUT HE IS THE ONE WHO PAID THE PRICE."

"What price?" Héctor asked, that nervousness instantly vanished beneath a far more protective emotion. "What did you do to him?"

"Nothing bad," promised Miguel quickly. "It really wasn't bad at all. All she wanted was a song."

Crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow, Rosa said, "A song? You really managed to get this Señora Muerte person to bring back Papá Héctor, who Mamá Imelda said was gone, using only a song?"

"It was a really good song," said Miguel with a shrug. "I wrote it for tonight."

Héctor calmed a little, gaining a distant expression. As if partially remembering the tune from a dream. Miguel hoped he would remember hearing it. If not, at least he would have the chance to hear it again. He wouldn't be forgotten again. Not for a long time.

"DO NOT BE CONCERNED ABOUT MY CEMPAZÚCHITL PETALS. THEY MAY KEEP THE LIVING RELATIVES WITHIN THE PROPERTY FOR NOW, BUT IT IS ALSO WHY THEY CAN SEE THE DEAD TONIGHT. THEY WILL DISAPPEAR BY DAWN." Muerte gave them a brief nod. "MAKE THE MOST OF THIS TIME TOGETHER. FEW ARE GRANTED SUCH OPPORTUNITIES TO SEE LOST LOVED ONES LIKE THIS."

"Gracias, Señora Muerte," said Miguel. "For everything."

A final nod and the colorful petals swirled around her once again. Everyone else visibly relaxed as she vanished. They clearly felt intimidated by her presence. Miguel could understand that. She was a little scary. But she was actually pretty nice too.

But if his family was this nervous around Muerte in general and were so worried about his brief disappearance, then Miguel definitely needed to avoid telling anyone about what he thought the cost would be. If they found out that he planned to trade places with Papá Héctor, he would never hear the end of it. Honestly, he wasn't sure who would react worse to it.

"Do you think we'll ever have a normal Día de Muertos again?" asked Papá Julio.

"Who wants something normal?" Abel asked. "This is more exciting."

Walking back over, Mamá Coco reached out to Papá Julio. She laced her fingers in his and pulled the short skeleton after her. He looked a little nervous.

"Papá," she said gently, smiling at Héctor warmly. "I know this is a little late, but I'd like you to meet Julio, the man I love and the one I married. Julio, this is Papá."

He waved awkwardly at Héctor's bemused and mildly wistful expression and said, "Hola, Papá Héctor. Your daughter is the most amazing woman that I have ever met."

Miguel watched as, one-by-one, all the relatives that Héctor never had the chance to know were slowly introduced to him. The living and dead could finally get to know him after decades of trying to forget him. And the skeleton slowly seemed to grow thrilled as it sank in.

There at the top of the ofrenda, repaired and whole, sat a familiar photograph. Héctor felt himself staring at the image of himself, his wife, and their child taken a few weeks before he left with Ernesto and a few months before his death. He could still see the ragged edges where his face was torn out and the folds to hide his guitar from sight, Imelda trying to throw away every sign of his existence.

Luckily, his little Coco was rebellious even at a young age. She surprised all her dead relatives by revealing that she snuck out the night after Imelda purged their home of all traces of him and music, retrieving the letters and torn fragment of the photograph. And knowing that the rest of the family would throw them away or even burn them if they ever found out, even if they only wanted to shield her from even the memory of the "no-good musician," Coco kept her treasured belongings hidden away her entire life. She protected and cherished even these tiny connections to her father and refused to risk losing them. Only when Miguel sang their lullaby to her and she finally felt that her secret was safe did Coco reveal the letters and photograph fragments. Only then did Héctor's image finally appear on the ofrenda.

He couldn't help staring at the photograph, at the one thing that would guarantee that he would be able to cross the marigold bridge in the future. Part of him wondered how those who worked at customs, those who had witnessed his decades of futile attempts to return home, would react when he could finally go through the right way. He certainly had the right to be enthralled by the precious picture.

Besides, visiting the ofrenda room gave him a chance to catch his breath and move out of the spotlight. It was all a bit much hitting him so suddenly. He enjoyed playing for an audience and making people happy with his music, but Héctor felt overwhelmed enough by everything that he needed a moment on the sidelines rather than in front or even part of the crowd. Honestly, it had been a long, strange, and chaotic night so far. Anyone would need a moment alone to process everything.

So Héctor lurked quietly in the ofrenda room, trying to remember all the names. Trying to remember his family. There were so many of them now.

He glanced out the doorway at them. Oscar and Felipe were watching over Benny and Manny, the younger twins completely entranced by the visiting skeletons. Rosita was cheerfully chatting with Abel while Carmen, Gloria, and Berto caught up with Victoria. Rosa seemed determined to ask Imelda a million questions, the teenage girl reminding Héctor a little bit of when he first met his future wife. Elena and her husband, Franco, were talking to Coco and Julio. But no matter what else they were doing, the entire family was also paying attention to the impromptu performance. While Luisa and Enrique listened proudly with their young daughter, Miguel played through a variety of songs that he'd been practicing for the last year.

A year. He'd been gone a year. He could hardly believe that whatever dream state he'd been in lasted a year. That everyone thought they would never see him again. That Imelda spent a year with guilt for something that Héctor never blamed her for.

But he had time to convince her that it wasn't her fault. Héctor had time to reconnect with Coco and Imelda. He had time to get to know the extended family that he could finally call his own.

Looking down at his pale boney hands, Héctor began to truly realize that he was no longer on the verge of being forgotten and would finally have time to make up for his mistakes.

Watching Miguel perform for his family, happy and confident as he shared his music with them, Héctor couldn't help being proud of the boy. The kid was remarkable, talented, and stubborn in all the best ways. Far better than his great-great-grandfather ever deserved.

And somehow Miguel managed to drag him back from the Final Death. With a song. His great-great-grandson pulled off the impossible. Héctor still didn't understand how it happened, but Miguel gave him this second chance.

"MIGUEL RIVERA IS CERTAINLY A UNIQUE BOY."

While he jumped back and nearly whacked his shoulder into the doorframe, Héctor managed to muffle his shout of surprise this time. He spun back around, discovering that Muerte stood in the corner of the ofrenda room with a small smile. How could someone so tall be so stealthy?

Oh, right. She could vanish in a swirl of flower petals. Héctor shivered slightly.

It wasn't simply her height, her unnatural voice, or even the strange feeling of power that seemed to radiate from her. Something instinctive in him reacted in primal fear and dread at her presence. Even before he learned her name, part of him knew that Muerte was far beyond humanity. She was something more. But another part of him felt comforted by her presence for reasons that he couldn't explain. Like she was familiar, safe, and peaceful. And the sheer contrast between the two impulses left him uneasy.

"DO NOT BE AFRAID, HÉCTOR RIVERA," she said soothingly. "I MEAN NO HARM TO YOU OR YOUR FAMILY. QUITE THE OPPOSITE. I WISH ONLY THE BEST FOR THOSE INVOLVED." Muerte gestured out the open doorway. "HE IS AN INTERESTING AND DETERMINED CHILD WITH A GOOD HEART."

"I know," said Héctor quietly, trying to relax even with her presence.

"HE WAS WILLING TO DO ANYTHING TO HELP YOU. TO KEEP HIS PROMISE AND HELP HIS FAMILY," she continued. "WHEN OFFERED THE CHANCE, MIGUEL RIVERA INSTANTLY AGREED. HE WAS WILLING TO ENTER MY REALM TO RETRIEVE YOU. AND WHEN MIGUEL RIVERA LEARNED THAT THERE WOULD BE A COST, HE AGREED TO PAY IT."

"It was an amazing song. Miguel did a great job writing it," said Héctor.

That was the first song Miguel played once all the introductions were over and things started to calm down. With some whispered instructions to his cousins to let them join in, he performed his creation proudly before his family. The tune felt familiar and warm, leaving a grin on Héctor's face. The way the music built and grew as the song progressed certainly proved that Miguel possessed a true talent for creating and not just for learning already-written songs. Both were important and impressive skills, but the former was rarer than the latter.

Of course, once Miguel played his song for everyone, the family asked about his journey through the Land of the Dead. None of them knew the entire story. Not even the dead managed to hear the entire tale before they infiltrated the Sunrise Spectacular. So Miguel and Héctor shared the most interesting highlights of that night. At least until the conversation lagged enough for Héctor to slip away and let the boy serve as the center of attention. And Miguel returned to his playing, cheerful notes filling the night air.

"IT WAS INDEED A LOVELY SONG," said Muerte. "THOUGH HIS SONG WAS NOT WHAT MIGUEL RIVERA ORIGINALLY ASSUMED THE PRICE WOULD BE."

Trying to suppress a shiver that he couldn't explain, Héctor asked, "Then what did he think the price for my return would be?"

Staring out at the boy strumming the guitar, she said, "WHEN HE AGREED TO DO WHAT WAS NECESSARY TO BRING YOU BACK FROM THE FINAL DEATH, MIGUEL RIVERA BELIEVED THAT HE WOULD NEED TO TAKE YOUR PLACE. IT WAS NOT THE TRUE PRICE, BUT IT THE ONE THAT HE WAS WILLING TO PAY."

Héctor felt a wave of cold wash over him. She had to be lying. Miguel was smarter than that. The kid wouldn't consider trading places with him, right? Héctor had been dead for decades while Miguel had his whole life in front of him. How could he even consider the idea a fair trade?

But he would. Miguel would do it. Héctor saw that when the boy tried to stay to help even as dawn approached last Día de Muertos. Miguel would have stayed in the Land of the Dead if there had been any chance that it would have prevented the Final Death from claiming Héctor. He'd seen it in his face that morning.

As much as Héctor wanted to deny it, it didn't take much imagination to realize that Miguel would take that deal. Just as Héctor would have instantly agreed to spare Imelda or Coco in similar circumstances, without hesitation or regrets.

While the idea that someone cared enough about him to risk such a sacrifice felt nice to an extent, it also terrified Héctor. He could have woken up in his daughter's arms, but at the cost of his great-great-grandson. He already had enough guilt for past mistakes. He couldn't bear the weight of more.

"I WOULD HAVE NEVER ACCEPTED ONE SOUL IN EXCHANGE FOR ANOTHER," she said gently. "SO MANY BELIEVE THAT I WOULD. OR HOPE THAT I WOULD. BUT I DO NOT PERFORM SUCH TRADES. SOULS ARE NOT IDENTICAL AND INTERCHANGABLE." She smiled warmly at the skeleton. "MIGUEL RIVERA WAS NEVER IN DANGER OF SUCH A FATE. I WOULD NOT ALLOW THE BOY TO COME TO HARM UNDER MY WATCH."

That didn't stop him from looking back out towards the courtyard. No matter how silly it was when he'd seen the boy just a moment before, he needed the reassurance that Miguel was truly all right. He was still out there, beaming brightly as he played for his little sister.

She looked so much like Coco as a baby. The two of them out there left Héctor a little wistful.

"THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES FOR HIS TIME IN BOTH THE LAND OF THE DEAD AND MY REALM, HOWEVER," Muerte said, instantly making Héctor stiffen in concern once again. "HE HAS SPENT TOO MUCH TIME WHERE HE WAS NOT QUITE ALIVE AND NOT QUITE DEAD FOR IT NOT TO AFFECT HIM. MIGUEL RIVERA HAS BEEN CHANGED BY HIS EXPERIENCES. DEATH CLINGS TO HIM EVEN NOW. I TOLD YOU THAT ONCE DAWN BREAKS AND MY CEMPAZÚCHITL PETALS DISPERSE, THE LIVING WILL NO LONGER SEE OR HEAR THE DEAD. THAT WILL NOT BE TRUE FOR HIM. THEY WILL REMAIN INTANGIBLE, BUT MIGUEL RIVERA WILL STILL BE ABLE TO SEE AND HEAR THE DEAD WHEN THEY VISIT THE LAND OF THE LIVING." She smiled coyly at Héctor. "BUT PERHAPS IT WOULD BE BEST TO LET THAT BE A SURPRISE FOR THE BOY FOR NEXT YEAR."

He found himself slowly returning the smile. Héctor couldn't complain about the idea of Miguel being able to see them at some point before the kid died. He'd waited for over ninety years to see his Coco again. At least he wouldn't have to wait so long with his great-great-grandson.

How did he end up this lucky? He was pulled back from the Final Death. He was reunited with his daughter. Imelda didn't hate him. He could finally get to know the rest of his family. He was even getting the chance to speak with Miguel on future Día de Muertos, to have the boy able to see and hear all of them. It was absolutely amazing. Héctor just didn't know what he'd done to deserve any of it.

"Why?" he asked quietly. "Why me? Out of everyone who is forgotten…?"

"YOU WISH TO KNOW WHY YOU ARE HERE RIGHT NOW?" asked Muerte gently, stepping closer to him. "YOU WISH TO KNOW WHAT ABOUT YOU MADE YOU DIFFERENT ENOUGH FROM THE OTHER SOULS THAT SOMEONE LIKE ME WOULD WANT YOU TO HAVE A SECOND CHANCE?"

Rubbing his arm awkwardly, Héctor said, "Well…"

"ABSOLUTELY NOTHING."

"Come again?"

"YOU ARE NO DIFFERENT THAN ANY OF THE OTHER SOULS THAT FALL INTO MY CARE," said Muerte. Somehow she didn't seem quite as intimidating as when he first met her. "EACH OF YOU ARE UNIQUE, PRECIOUS, AND DESERVING OF A BETTER FATE THAN WHAT I CAN PROVIDE. IF I COULD DO THE SAME FOR ALL, I WOULD. BUT FEW ARE REMEMBERED ONCE FORGOTTEN AND EVEN FEWER HAVE FAMILY MEMBERS WHO ARE BOTH ALIVE AND DEAD. THAT IS WHY I GAVE MIGUEL RIVERA THE OPPORTUNITY TO BRING YOU HOME. BECAUSE UNLIKE FOR SO MANY, IT WAS POSSIBLE."

She placed a hand briefly on his shoulder. Even with her eyes as glowing lights in dark sockets, there was something kind in her gaze.

"IT WAS NICE TO MEET YOU, HÉCTOR RIVERA," continued Muerte. "THOUGH I HOPE THAT NONE OF YOU RETURN TO MY REALM. I HOPE THAT YOU FIND A BETTER FATE."

She gave him a small nod before vanishing in another swirl of bright petals. Héctor watched a moment longer just in case she planned to reappear. But it seemed that Muerte had truly left.

Giving the ofrenda one last look, Héctor slipped back out to the courtyard. The festivities were still going on, even with the younger kids starting to yawn and rub at their eyes. He managed to catch Miguel's gaze as he finished the current song.

"Hey, míjo," he called. "You take requests?"

Grinning brightly, Miguel nodded and asked, "What do you have in mind, Papá Héctor?"

"I seem to remember you winning a contest last year, but I don't believe the rest of the family got to enjoy the performance."

Looking rather excited by the suggestion, the boy nodded. A loud and confident grito rang out, grabbing everyone's attention and ending the previous conversations. And then few notes of "Un Poco Loco" filled the courtyard.

"Even with your later songs, I always enjoyed this one best," said Imelda, sliding in next to her husband as Miguel sang the opening lyrics.

"I did write it for someone quite special," he said.

He hesitated a moment, uncertain still where the boundaries might be for them now. But Héctor carefully slipped his arm around her. Imelda smiled and pulled his arm tighter around her body. They both leaned in a little into the relaxed embrace. Apparently she'd missed having him near almost as much as he'd missed Imelda.

As Miguel played, Coco pulled Julio into the open space in the courtyard. Victoria gave a nod of approval while Elena looked a bit more uncertain, but the couple didn't even hesitate. Héctor watched proudly as his daughter danced enthusiastically to the music. She looked so happy and she didn't let the fact she was hunched over with age slow her down much. And the way that Julio stared at her as they danced together to the fast-paced song reminded Héctor of how he would always look at Imelda during their life.

The man clearly adored Coco and loved her completely. That's what Héctor always hoped for: that his daughter would find someone who loved her as much as he loved Imelda.

Memories of those happy days together bringing a smile to his face, Héctor slipped his hand into Imelda's. She let him pull her forward to join their daughter and son-in-law. They might have been separated for decades, but he couldn't count the number of times they danced to this song. And this time, Héctor didn't have to focus on playing the guitar as they fell into a perfect rhythm together. Fast-paced, wild, and perfect. It was effortless.

And then Imelda sang the lyrics as she danced around him, keeping her voice soft and just for him. That was enough to nearly steal his breath away. The way she moved, her voice, and her eyes staring straight into his… Everything about her was filled with so much love that he could barely believe it was meant for him. Everything about the evening felt absolutely wonderful. As Miguel played and sang out the lyrics written decades before, Héctor danced with his wife while surrounded by his family.

Like so long ago, the Rivera family could sing and dance and count their blessings.

So I think it is pretty safe to say that I absolutely adored "Coco." And while there are many reasons why I love it, I have definitely recognized one of them. If you read a lot of my stories, you know that I've admitted to having a soft-spot for comic relief characters and giving them more character depth with my writing. Well, "Coco" has already done that for me. It gave us what seemed like a typical comic relief character to serve as a sidekick for our protagonist. Then the movie showed us that there was so much more to the guy than just someone trying to sneak across the bridge in a disguise.

But yeah, it was a great movie with very impressive art, an intriguing plot, some great world-building, and amazing characters. There's a reason why I was compelled to write this story.

Anyway, thanks for reading. I hope that you all enjoyed it. I certainly enjoyed your support.