Ergh, okay. So, my author notes were huge last last chapter, so I will not ramble like last time. I will say one thing. This chapter is long only because I love you all. Especially those who reviewed. And, my thank yous! Yes, I'm still thanking you story alerters. I mentioned you in the last chapter, but I'm mentioning you again because I know you read the story.

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"Sir, the travel records." A gruff voice said as he handed his boss a very large file. It was filled with the names, pictures, and information for every person who left the country for Peru. Surprisingly, there were quite a few. Who knew Peru could be so popular this time of year?

"May I ask why you need them, sir?" The Turk, the leader to be more precise, asked sternly, but with a sense of 'yeah, I'm asking, but you don't have to answer. I know who the lead man is.' All in all, Tseng was a pretty weird fellow. Not that he was incompetent, no, he was the best. Best of the best, really. Just weird.

The president of the ShinRa Company opened the files, rummaging through them before pulling out a lone paper with a faint blurry picture of two men. He swiveled his chair to face the giant window behind him. Looking down in to the city below his eighteen stories of elevation, he grinned maliciously to himself.

"Soon," Rufus said to no one in particular, disregarding the fact that Tseng still didn't know what he was talking about. No Turk ever did. They did what they were told and never asked questions. Save for that one Tseng had just asked. Honestly, Rufus didn't think he'd be able to get by without his Turks. They did anything and everything he wanted them to. "This will be mine to control." He snapped out of his daze, daydreaming about the future, and held the sheet of paper from earlier over his chair.

"Tseng, take two others to retrieve these two men. Bring them back to me. The dark haired one is to be kept alive or his brother will leave us for sure. The blond, well, you can do whatever you like with him. Just make sure it looks like an accident…" If Tseng wasn't confused earlier, he was now. So, his orders… Take two others to retrieve these two guys on their vacation to Peru. The blond, dead or alive. The other is to be kept alive.

"Yes sir." And he disappeared without a sound. Rufus smiled to himself again, looking over the papers in his hands.

"Oh, Roxas," He whispered to himself, keeping his voice low on purpose as to not alert the other Turks on guard duty outside of his door of his little habit of talking to himself. "It's a pity you're so recognizable. Too bad you had to fall into my hands, but do not fret. You won't remember anyway."

Peru was a wonderful place. It was the beginning of spring in the wonderful country and Cloud was having the time of his life! Given that he was supposed to be there for business purposes, why couldn't he enjoy it like a vacation! He'd even convinced his best friend Zack to skip work and leave it to his brother to come with him. In actuality, Cloud never liked to go to different countries alone so it was a huge relief that Zack had said yes and went with him. He was pretty handy too! Zack carried all the luggage and bags and stuff. Cloud didn't have to do anything really!

He checked his watch. They had at least an hour before the meeting with the president person, they could maul around in the marketplace for a little while. "Zack," Cloud stretched out his name, exaggerating the lone syllable. "Can we go to the market place for a while?"

Zack looked up from his comfortable position lying on his stomach on the squishy hotel bed. Who knew they had hotels in Peru? Not him, at least. Wait, what? Zack's mind just comprehended what Cloud had asked. It was too hot to think. It was only spring, but so hot. Market...place...with people...sweaty people. "Ugh, do we have to? I mean, you've got that meeting with the prez. You can't blow it off, buddy. Why'd you accept this ambassador job anyway?"

"I didn't accept it." He clucked his tongue, straightening out his blue Peruvian shirt he had bought earlier in the week. "I was voted in, and I'm kinda good at what I do, so don't judge me." Cloud pouted a little. "Please, can we go to the market place? I really like Peru!" Zack groaned. What was he about to get himself into..?

"Ugh, fine. We can go. Lemme grab your stuff." Cloud beamed and slapped Zack, who was rising from the bed like he was doing push ups, on the back inadvertently causing him to fall back down. Zack 'ooffed' and glared at the pillow he was doing a face plant in. He'd have to remember to stop making Cloud so happy, however he did that. It seemed that he always got injured when Cloud was happy.

Must be bad karma.

So long, comfy hotel bed, air conditioned room....hello sun.

They were in the marketplace now. The market place in Lima probably had at least half of the people in the city there. Gosh. It's a good thing Cloud has spiky blond hair, otherwise, Zack was afraid that he'd lose the little emo spludge of sunshine. Zack squinted in the sunlight looking for Cloud and remembered he had sunglasses! On his head tangled up in Thank Yevon for Sam Foster!

Ugh, but they were ShinRa sunglasses…

Zack used to work for the military unit of ShinRa, called SOLDIER, and he'd always steal the cool gadgets that they gave him. Like, these sunglasses, for example, were something he snuck off with when he left. They were actually a sort of battle goggle thing. Zack didn't' remember. It's been forever since he's been in SOLDIER. He took a job as a doctor, a job that he should be at right now. Anyways, the glasses...Zack didn't like to admit he liked shoujo anime and manga, but he did, and the goggles reminded him of Angelic Layer battle headsets only in sunglasses form.

Okay, train of thought backspace.

Cloud, where was Cloud?

He looked around and saw nothing. No blond hair, no spikes, just endless Peruvian people out shopping!
"Dang it, Cloud, where'd you go?!" Zack swayed a little due to the sun, how Cloud managed to stay out in this heat was amazing. Cloud was from some cold place, Zack couldn't remember where exactly, so wouldn't it be logical for him to be in some kind of physical distress?

A message flashed across the screen of his sunglasses. 'ShinRa forces ahead.'

...

It took a moment to sink in until he remembered about something. Something important. "Crap. CLOUD!"

"What?" Zack blinked a couple times and slowly turned his head around to his left. There was Cloud. Zack's eye twitched.

"Dang it, Cloud! You had me worried! Where'd you go?"

"Over there." Cloud said, pointing to a fruit stand a street over. "I bought this. They said it was special." Zack stared at the small yellow star shaped fruit. It looked so.....gay.

"You're weird, Cloud." The message from before flashed in his glasses again, reminding Zack of what might be a potential threat. Have to get away..quickly.. Zack grabbed Cloud's hand when he saw a very out of place Turk.

"What are you-" Tseng, the Turk that Zack had seen, looked over and spotted them. He reached for something, Zack didn't see, all he saw were the fricken sunglasses screaming at him to 'caution'. Stupid thing..

"Just hurry up!" Zack cried as he ran with Cloud out of the crowd of people, Tseng hot on their tail. Owch, fire. They pushed and shoved any people that were in their way out of their way and ducked into an alleyway; running down it and pushing crates and barrels down to hopefully prevent Tseng from catching up.

As they were running, Cloud still clueless as to why they were exerting this physical exercise, someone grabbed Cloud and pulled him inside a small clay house. Zack skidded to a stop and backtracked to the civilian home, ready to pound whoever had kidnapped Cloud. As soon as he entered the door, he landed a punch right in the first person's face.

Reno staggered backwards, not expecting the harsh blow to his jaw. "What the flip! Ya don't haffta kill me over that, yo! I'm helping!" Zack grabbed Reno's collar, which was actually a Mexican poncho. Didn't Reno know where he was?

He almost landed another blow, but a thwap to his head turned his attention elsewhere. His grip loosened on Reno's woolen reddish poncho and his fist lowered to his side. Cloud was standing next to him, munching on his star shaped yellow citrus fruit without a care in the world except for the nosebleed Zack was about to give Reno. "You know he's my friend, right, Zack. Don't hurt my friends."

Reno snorted in laughter. "Cloud, buddy, you can't say stuff like that in monotone. It sounds weird, yo!" Cloud shrugged and sat down in a nearby chair. Who cared how he talked? Not him. He checked his watch. They'd have to get going soon. The president guy was waiting and he had to be there sooner than later. Cloud pointed at Zack and then to a chair beside him. Zack came over and sat down. Reno walked over, cradling his bruised jaw.

"Why is Tseng here chasing us?" Zack asked Reno.

"Well, ya see," Reno started, Rude came up behind him and handed him an icepack. "Thanks. You see, it's the same reason you probably came up with yourself. ShinRa's after you and I want to help."

"Why would you want to help? You're loyal to ShinRa. Why should we trust you?" Zack said; standing up, ready to leave. Cloud remained seated and tugged Zack's wrist, dragging him back down to sit in his chair.

"I found someone that you might think important." Cloud checked his watch again and realized Zack was right about standing up. It was time to leave or they'd never make it to that meeting. The future of America and their relationship with Peru was at stake! Cloud stood up, awkwardly looking at Reno to see if he had any qualms about it. He didn't, in fact, he just kept talking. "I was in Chicago, where the main office is, and late at night I found a kid passed out in an alley."

"Zack, we have to go." Cloud whispered. Zack stood up also, both of them moving toward the door.

"I had Rude do a background check. Cloud, ShinRa is planning to blackmail you. Zack, they're coming after you. They want you back in the SOLDIER forces."

Cloud turned around, "Blackmail me with what? They've got nothing on me."

"They have your son, Cloud." Zack stopped trying to pull Cloud out the door then. He was speechless. He almost dropped Cloud's bag of important who knows what on the ground from shock. When had he.....Who had he...what?

All of Zack's questions were answered though and his heart resumed a normal pace, "I don't have a son, Reno. We have to go." And with that, they were gone. Gone to see the president of Peru.

They walked to the President's specified meeting place, which wasn't very far, in silence the whole ways there. Zack not daring to speak a word because he knew Cloud had lied to Reno. He just knew. And Cloud, well, Cloud normally didn't talk much at all so he didn't even notice the heavy atmosphere surrounding them.

Zack decided to break the silence, "Cloud, you lied to Reno." Cloud shrugged and looked down at the ground sadly, a complete wave of depression overtaking him.

"It's true. I did."

"Then you have offspring and you didn't tell me?! What if what Reno said was true? You can't leave him with ShinRa!"

"He's not with ShinRa, Zack." Cloud snapped back at Zack's violent outburst of yelling. The Peruvians were staring, and Zack wasn't caring. Cloud thought they all must think American's were crazy now. Whoops. "He's with my father. His name is Aero, in case you were wondering.."

Zack stopped then. Cloud kept walking and didn't notice until he accidentally bumped into a woman's side. "Sorry." He said, forgetting that she probably couldn't understand him. He saw Zack slowly walking back up to him. When he got there, Zack slapped Cloud's head a little.

"You can't leave your son with the president of the United States! You idiot! But...I suppose Reno was wrong. He said he found him in Chicago. That's like, in Illinois. But what kind of name is Aero!? It's stupid! It's dumb! It...it's totally cool." Zack slumped over, and Cloud nodded, he knew exactly where his son was. He was with his wife and father while Cloud himself was here in Peru, on a mission to establish peace between the two countries. If only they could get to the president...Hurry up, Zack! "Couldn't you have at least named him after me?"

Yes, in fact, the boy Reno found was in Chicago, healing from a broken wrist. He was currently sitting in the recreation room with his room mate and his room mate's friend. They were an odd couple, always chatting quietly to themselves. Presently, the three were the only ones conscious in the room. Demyx, Roxas' room mate, as before stated, was excitingly describing something he did before he was stuck in the ShinRa mental care facility to his MPD plagued friend, Xigbar.

Roxas flipped through a notebook with informations he had written himself, looking for the page with all of Demyx's info on it. He'd willingly given it. It wasn't like he was a terribly secretive person, after all. Demyx was in for his wild imagination. He was diagnosed as delusional, although Demyx had told him to put in parenthesis that he just liked to make stories up, it was fun and entertaining. He also had an unhealthy addiction to sharp things; that was what Demyx figured he was originally in for but only kept longer because of the 'delusional' bit.

Xigbar was partly the same. He liked to pretend he was different people because he was insecure around people because he thought he wasn't exciting enough as a regular person. Demyx had told him Xigbar had been in two different wars and was exciting as he himself was. That was a lot, Roxas thought.

Demyx and Xigbar, however, when put together were their normal selves as long as no one else was in the room. They didn't bother with the fact that Roxas was there, he'd probably forget later anyway. Bad case of amnesia. But not normal amnesia, no, Roxas' amnesia had to get all prissy and make it so that whenever he was touched, he'd forget everything. The doctors still didn't know why.

He knew about these two, but what about himself? He didn't know anything at all...

"Demyx," Roxas called from his seat on the big comfy couch, "what's wrong with my wrist? Why does it hurt?"

Demyx looked up from Xigbar's lap; he was laying in it while he and Xiggy talked. "The doctors told me that you broke it trying to fend off some guy who was trying to mug you. You failed, by the way. He stole everything you had and then stashed you in an alleyway cause he thought you died. You must have passed out. The bugger even took your clothes, poor guy. The economy these days...Downhill. President Strife better be able to fix it soon. We just elected him in, I think. I can't remember." Demyx motioned to the television that was currently on the news channel.

"There he is! Right there, the tall blond guy. Gosh, a lot of people are blond these days." The President's grandchild stood by the president's side, looking smug. "You sure do look a lot like him, Roxy. But yeah, you were mugged by some hobo."

Roxas turned around in his seat to look at Demyx square in the eyes. "And that isn't some story you made up?" Xigbar laughed at that while Demyx flushed red.

"Man, he's got you down to a 't'. I think I might have said the same thing if I were him, Demi." Demyx flushed brighter and made a move to get up, but Xigbar held him down. He was keeping his lap warm. Haha, Demyx was a hot head.

"No, it isn't. Gosh.." Demyx continued to pout, staring up at the ceiling and refusing to look at Xigbar. Xigbar waved his hand in front of Demyx's face, only to have him turn his head away. Xiggy got fed up with it and leaned over, forcing Demyx to meet his eyes.

At that moment, Nurse Riku happened to walk by. "Well, if that isn't a sight." The two he was referring to immediately separated, standing up and chuckling to themselves nervously. Riku smirked; he knew what their game was. They'd known each other for a while now, actually. "Hey Roxas!" He called from outside the door. Roxas looked over to him then back at his book, trifling through the pages until he came to one with a picture of Riku drawn on it and all his info to go along.

"Hello, Riku." Roxas said waving. Riku gave a laugh.

"Huh, I guess Dr. Fair really does know what he's doing. I didn't think that notebook would be any help, but I guess it is. Yeah? You'll be like another Namine. She carries her sketchbook everywhere. It's annoying." Roxas nodded, forgetting who Namine was. "Anyways, I'm getting ahead of myself. Dr. Fair wants to see you again. Come with me." Roxas carefully got up; Saix was lying on the floor, dead to the world. He had fallen asleep an hour ago due to some drugs the nurses gave him. Oh well. Stepping over him, Roxas made his way to the door and followed Riku back to the Doctor's office.

Entering quietly, because the sign on the door told him so, he stumbled in on a surprising sight to behold. Dr. Fair was constructing a shrine made out of pop cans. He was on a roll. Figuratively. He must have had at least 15 rows of cans. How very, undoctor-like.

"Um," Roxas coughed a little to get the doctor's attention. Unfortunately, Dr. Fair wasn't expecting the phone in his doctor's coat pocket to go off and ring so when he jumped, his hand bumped a coke can and the entire pyramid came crashing down on top of the doctor.

"Hold on, one sec, stupid tower. Hello?" The doctor talked for a bit to whoever was on the phone with him. Dr. Fair snapped the phone shut after a while and stared at Roxas, examining him. He grabbed a pop can off his desk and held it for a while. After successfully being able to not feel his fingertips, he placed them along Roxas' jaw. Roxas shivered a tiny bit, but nothing happened and Roxas was able to remember just about everything he knew in the past hour and a half. "That's exactly what Zack said he thought. You're a curious one. Listen Roxas, don't tell anyone, but I think I know what's wrong with you and who you are." Roxas nodded.

"Do you think you could tell me who I am?" Dr. Fair, who was obviously not Doctor Fair because Doctor Fair's name was Zack and unless this 'doctor' in front of him was loony and using third person then he wasn't the doctor, stared at him. Whoever was standing in front of him shook his head.

"Not yet. I'm sorry. You've got to keep a low profile and get out of here as soon as possible, understand? You're in danger." Roxas nodded and made a mental note to write that down in his notebook later. A knock at the door sounded and 'Doctor Fair' stood up straight, "Come in."

The door opened and there stood Axel. Roxas remembered him very well. Demyx had specifically told him to write him in the first page of his notebook and read it whenever he forgot. Axel was important, that, and Demyx had told him that Roxas could slightly possibly be in some sort of minimal danger if he forgot Axel, but Demyx didn't tell Roxas why...Needless to say, he was curious.

"Ah, Axel, what can I do for you?" 'Doctor Fair' said, taking on a professional tone to probably make it seem like he was at least trying to imitate the real doctor.

Axel had snorted a little, smirking. "Nice one, Terra. You'll get in big trouble if you get caught, yanno." Terra, who must have been the fake doctor because Roxas sure wasn't named Terra, gave a sheepish laugh, scratching the back of his head a little nervously. Roxas just then realized he'd been using the word 'doctor' a lot in his thoughts recently. Whoops.

"You've always been good with telling me and Zack apart. Keep it a secret, alright?"

"Of course. Roxas is supposed to come with me. I'm here to pick him up. Riku bribed me. He's with Yuffie." Terra nodded, looking like a schoolgirl when she's proposed with a bunch of juicy gossip. Sickeningly twinkly eyes shined as Axel told him more details of Riku and Yuffie's work relationship, most of which Roxas completely ignored. He wasn't even surprised when he kinda almost listened in and found out that Riku had another relationship with someone outside of work. Although, Axel didn't get a name or any other details, he was super positive that Riku was two timing Yuffie. Oh well. Roxas didn't like Yuffie anyway. The short ninja-wannabe nurse was too hyper for his liking.

"Hey, where's Ven? I thought he was supposed to fly in from California a couple days ago…" Axel commented. He was rather fond of Ventus, although, he was excessively violent and held quite a temper. Axel could relate somewhat. He had a wild temper himself...

"I don't know. I miss him though…"

"I do too. Hope he comes in soon. You know Terra, Roxas here looks exactly the same as Ven." Axel turned to Roxas, surveying the planes of his face, the shape of his golden hair, and just about everything. That made Roxas blush.

Terra chuckled a bit. "They do say that there's someone that looks exactly like you out there in the world." Axel nodded and said his goodbyes. Axel and Roxas started walking back to the living parts of the hospital. The actual hospital bit was a whole other building. That was the building that people could see. The living quarters and whatnot was behind the medical building, safely from the view of kindly citizens.

Unable to successfully ignore the very awkward silence, Roxas busied himself with telling Axel what Terra had said. They seemed close, Terra and Axel. Roxas saw no problem with letting Axel know of what the raven haired not-doctor had told him. As he rambled, they eventually neared the Rec Room. Roxas softly apologized for talking so much.

"No problem, kid. If you need help with anything, you can always come to me. I sorta like you a little bit." Axel smiled at Roxas, making the shorter of the two smile shyly back. It was infectious, darn it.

"Thank you, Axel." In truth, Axel really did like Roxas a lot. He was so much better than that brown haired look a like sicko...Axel internally shuddered. Thinking of Sora brought a lot of painful memories back. Tifa said he should try to forgive Sora for what he did.

I've been trying, Axel thought, trying very hard.

He affectionately ruffled Roxas' shiny blond locks before stepping into the Rec. room where Demyx and Xigbar still were. Saix had been transported to the couch after Roxas had left with Axel. Roxas' eyes dilated and he swayed in his spot before following an unknown entity into whatever room he was in.

Demyx caught Roxas' curious glances and immediately caught on. Stupid Axel, not remembering about Roxas' amnesia…

Er, did he tell Axel of Roxas' amnesia?

...

Nope. He didn't. "Oopsies."

"Where am I?" Roxas asked to no one in particular. Axel gave him a strange look and Xigbar ignored him. Demyx bound up to little Roxy. This would be fun.

A wicked grin went to play on Demyx's pink lips and he faintly whispered the answer into Roxas' ear. "You're in Wonderland. A magical place, but one of so many woes." He gestured toward the table Xigbar was. "Have some tea!" He yelled a little too loudly for the proximity he was to Roxas' ear. Xigbar lazily pointed toward the tea kettle set in front of him. He nursed a small tea mug in his hand and refused to meet anyone's eyes.

Demyx hop-skipped over to the table, observing it and then loudly exclaiming that there wasn't enough room and demanding Xigbar to move over. He did, really slowly.

It was no joke that Axel was confused. He was confused beyond reason. Demyx never did this randomly, he always had a purpose. What purpose did he have to go all 'delusional' again!? None, and frankly, it was starting to rub Axel the wrong way. He was angry.

Roxas started to go over to the table, it looked like fun and the black haired one looked like he needed a friend and not someone pushing him all the time. Roxas could be his friend. He smiled, but it faltered as he caught a glimpse of bright red hair. Wow, that guy was interesting. Roxas couldn't remember anything about anyone, but when he looked at this strange lanky red head, he felt a pang of guilt. It frustrated Roxas that he couldn't' remember who this was. He knew he was supposed to, but he just couldn't! Maybe it was some sort of backwards deja vu..

Roxas tugged on a loose end of Axel's shirt to get his attention. Axel looked down at the blond ball of innocence. He looked so naive. It figured he wouldn't be used to Demyx yet, but Axel still wished he knew what Demyx was trying to pull. "I don't know, Roxas. Demyx is acting weird."

"How do you know me? I haven't introduced myself yet." Roxas said, matter-of-factly. Axel looked skeptic. Was Roxas trying to pull a joke now too? It wasn't funny. It made Axel's heart drop to his stomach.

"You...you introduced yourself to me five days ago. I'm Axel." He said, shakily taking a breath and pointing a long slender finger to himself. If it really was a joke, Roxas needed to stop right now. It definitely wasn't funny. Axel's knees started to buckle; he grabbed onto the back of the couch for support. "Did you...did you really forget me?" Axel said, so quiet Roxas wasn't sure he said it.

He nodded, smiling sadly. Roxas was sure this was the first time he had seen this person. Any of these people really. Roxas was suddenly aware of the heavy tension filled silence that hung in the air. Demyx was staring with wide eyes at Roxas, Xigbar looking almost the same. Almost, because the eyepatch was kinda in the way of his other eye. If he even still had it, that is. "I don't know you." Roxas said.

Axel was sure his heart skipped a beat. The hand clenching onto the couch turned white with strain. Axel's complexion drained of color; he was terrified. Terrified of being left behind and forgotten.

"I'm Roxas. Nice to meet you Axel." Roxas said, fidgeting nervously before turning away to join Demyx, horrorstruck, and Xigbar. Two other people that he wasn't sure he knew. He didn't, honestly. The chairs just looked comfortable. The mullet-headed one handed Roxas a notebook with Roxas' name scribbled all over the front.

Axel silently exited the recreation room. How could Roxas just forget him like that? It wasn't a joke, he could tell. Demyx looked horrified, he had noticed. Roxas forgot him and then turned his back and left him in a moment of distress. He felt his stomach clench and he hurried to his bathroom, just in time to empty his stomach into the porcelain toilet.

Demyx was worried. Axel was one of his best friends and he had just head on faced his worst fear. Axel was an orphan. Abandoned at the age of six, he had to face the cruelty of the world at such a young age. He was adopted by a lovely Hawaiian family when he was nine. He grew up learning the traditions of the Hawaiian family. He loved his family very much.

One thing his foster family had stressed upon whenever Axel was concerned about them abandoning him was the meaning of the word 'ohana.'((AN1)) Then something horrible happened, Axel's family left him. All alone on a lone island. No one was there but him. They had all been slaughtered. By who, you ask?

You wouldn't get an answer if you did.

Demyx arrived just as Axel had landed his stomach in the toilet. Demyx knelt down next to Axel, holding his hair back for him so it wouldn't get in the way. After Axel had washed out his mouth, he turned to Demyx, burying his face in his shoulder. Demyx gently hugged his best friend as he cried silently.

It wasn't fair, no, and it might never be okay. Nothing was fair in life. Demyx sure hoped to whoever was up there would smile on Axel. He'd been through so much. At that moment, Demyx really really loathed Roxas.

Oh, and MoonHeart, I hope you love me a lot. I put in Terra and Ven. I'm still working on Aqua. I know I got their personalities wacked up, but hey. Everyone's personality is wacked up here. Sorry for the OOC-ness!

See? You can request stuff! I'll do whatever you want, I swear!

Those suddenlink commercials are annoying. Just a thought.

By the way, I'm still not sure if this would be AkuRoku. I'm leaning toward it being more friendship than anything, but it's really up to you guys. Vote on the poll! And if you really wanted to move me along, send me a PM telling me why you voted yes or no. Please? This chapter is like, close to what kind of shounen-ai I would write. Nothing explicit, nothing too out there. Yeah, I should probably change the genre..

Oh yes, this chapter is 4,927 words. Cranked out in three days. :) Love me~!

Reviews are greatly appreciated.

~Akilina

Oh, AU1: If you haven't seen Lilo and Stich the movie, you fail. You'd know what ohana means if you did. Hopefully, you all have, in fact, seen that movie. If you haven't, you fail epically. Go watch it.