Note: I'm sorry for the lack of updates. I've been busy trying to get
myself into college :-). Also, the first marking period of school has been
hell. I haven't read or written any fan fiction since school started. I
just recently started reading some stuff again, and it inspired me to
finish mine. If you're too pissed off at me to keep reading, I understand,
but I don't want to hear about it. I have a life, too, and my every moment
isn't dedicated to resident evil. If you're not pissed off at me and
decide to read this, I hope you enjoy. I promise the next chapter will be
out before the New Year starts. Thanks for reading!
Oh and by the way, I didn't think about the saliva thing. That's a really good observation. Alas, it doesn't fit into my story so I'm going to pretend that saliva has no effect ;-D.
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Getting sick of starting over
On the same argument
We can sit around and talk it over
Or take a trip to clear our minds
At the entrance of Mount Wilson
It's feeling like the right decision
Sometimes you go outside
To get inside
If I could only hear you say
That you're down, but you're ok
We should have said the things we felt
Is it too late?
Park the car and hit the trail
The air feels sharp on our skin
We'll see the snow as it is melting
Spring must be on her way again
We didn't see her coming for us
I guess that's Mother Nature's way
Sometimes you go outside
To get inside
If I could only hear you say
That you're down, but you're ok
We should have said the things we felt
Is it too late?
Trapped beneath the wall of snow
You're only ten feet away
Silence has a way of speaking
Only now do we understand
If I could only hear you say
That you're down, but you're ok
We should have said the things we felt
Is it too late?
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Chris Redfield entered Jill's room quietly and watched her sleep. She looked so small and weak. *How could I have not noticed how sick she looked?* he wondered guiltily. *If only I hadn't been so preoccupied with my own damn problems, maybe I would have noticed and Jill wouldn't be in this situation right now.*
While watching her sleep softly, Chris promised that he'd make it up to her. "From this point on, doll, you won't be able to get rid of me. And there's no way in hell I'm letting you die," he whispered forcefully. "I have a lot of plans for us in the future."
Carlos had told him how long Jill had left. He couldn't imagine waking up a week later without Jill in the world. His motives for saving her weren't purely altruistic. Should she die, he didn't think he could go on living. He wanted to save Jill for selfish reasons as much as for her own good. All he had to do was figure out a way. But that could wait. Soon, Jill would wake up and they both would have a lot of explaining to do.
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"You have a lot of explaining to do!" Claire shouted, echoing her brother's thoughts from thousands of miles away. Only her remarks were directed at none other than the befuddled Leon Kennedy.
*Poor Leon. I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of a Redfield's temper,* Rebecca thought as she watched the two fight. It's not that she was eavesdropping; Claire and Leon just hadn't bothered to take their business in private, as usual. Rebecca rolled her eyes and half- listened while she tried to analyze Jill's blood sample in her lab.
"Claire, love, you aren't being fair!" Leon protested. She could be so stubborn sometimes. The only reason he even flirted with that blonde was to save her ass.
"Fair? Fair?!?! How dare you talk to me about fair! Is throwing yourself at some floozie your definition of fair?" she spit back angrily.
Leon groaned. "I wasn't throwing myself at her! I just had to find a way to stop her from going into the lab room so that you wouldn't get caught."
At this point, Rebecca had had enough. She almost got killed today and wasn't in the mood to hear their pointless bantering. "Stop it! Just stop it!" she yelled.
Claire and Leon stopped in their tracks and looked at the young redhead with surprise. Rebecca wasn't usually the type to lose her cool. "What's wrong?" asked Claire obliviously.
Trying to keep her extreme frustration in check, Rebecca talked slowly as if she was relating something to two very small children. "You," she pointed at Claire, "love him. And you," she pointed at Leon," love her. Now, kiss and make up, or shut up! You two are retarded for each other, and you know it."
Rebecca watched in exasperation as the two merely glared daggers at one another. She was about to give up when out of nowhere the two jumped into each other's arms and starting making out. *That's more like it,* she rolled her eyes.
"I love you, Claire bear," Leon told her.
"I love you too, Skippy," was Claire's reply. Soon enough, the two were in their bedroom and out of Rebecca's hair.
"Finally, I can get some peace and quiet," sighed Rebecca, and she went back to her work on testing Jill's blood.
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Everything was hazy. Nothing made sense. Her head hurt and she found it extremely hard to concentrate. Nevertheless, she forced herself to open her eyes and became alarmed when she noticed somebody was with her. She immediately relaxed when she realized it was Chris Redfield. Remembering the situation she was in, however, Jill's body tensed up again.
"You're awake," Chris commented, stating the obvious. There was so much to say between the two of them but he couldn't find the words. He just looked deep into her eyes and realized how beautiful she was. He had expected her to fight with him and try to push him away again, but she just stared back at him.
Finally, after the tense moment of silence, Jill spoke. "You know." Chris just looked away, feeling as if he had somehow betrayed her. She moved her hand to his face and gently pushed it so that he was looking into her eyes again. "I'm so tired, Chris. I don't want to fight you anymore." Jill didn't have the energy to keep pushing him away.
"You don't need to fight me," he replied delicately. "You never did."
Jill nodded. "I know that now," she told him. And she did. Looking at him at that moment, she wondered how she could have ever thought that keeping him away was the best solution. "Can you forgive me?"
"You know you don't even have to ask me that," he remarked. "But I have to know, Jill. Why did you do it? I could have helped you."
"I lied to you because I had to prevent it," she said vaguely.
Chris had no idea what she was talking about. "Prevent what?" he asked, confused. "The virus?"
She shook her head. "No, not the virus. I had to prevent the look in your eyes that you have right now. I can see it written all over your face. Sadness, loss, and worst of all, guilt. I couldn't bear to the cause of that. I don't want to die thinking that you will go on blaming yourself for my death."
"You're not going to die," he stated fiercely through gritted teeth.
Jill just looked at him with sadness and patience in her eyes. "Yes, I am. Please accept that."
"Jill," he pleaded softly. "Please, stop saying that."
She looked away from him, with guilt clouding her features. His life would be ruined now, and it was all her fault. Finally she looked at him again, but this time she had determination in her eyes. "Listen, Chris," she started, "there's nothing more that I want than for you to be here by my side. But if you want to stay, you have to promise me two things."
"Anything, I'll do anything," he assured her. There was nothing that was going to keep him away from his love, Jill Valentine. "Just name it, Valentine," he smiled slightly.
"You have to promise me that you aren't going to blame yourself for this after I.. After this is over."
He looked at her with pain in his eyes. How could he promise her that? The woman he loved was sitting on a bed, dying, and there was not a damn thing he could do about it. He should have figured this out earlier so that there would be more time to find a cure. He should have invaded every Umbrella lab until he found out how to stop his love from turning into. into one of those god-awful creatures. There are so many things that he could have done to stop this from happening. "I. I don't think I can," he choked out.
As he looked at her, he could see her gaze harden. "Then get the hell out. I don't want you here."
His eyes widened with desperation. "Fine, I promise," he lied. He'd say anything to stay close to her. "But you have to promise me something too. You have to stop feeling guilty about what you think you're doing to me." She looked at him with surprise. "What, you think I don't know what's going through your head? I can read you like a book, Valentine," he said lightly.
"Touché," she replied. Jill was impressed. "Okay, it's a deal." She flashed a winning smile at him.
Chris felt like he was on top of the world when he saw her smile. It had been so long since he had seen it, and who knows when he would see it again. "And what was the other thing? You said I had to promise two things." He regretted reminding her immediately when the smile fell from her face and she became serious again.
"Do you have your gun?" she asked him.
His hands instinctively went to his side where he always kept his gun holstered. "Of course," he told her, wondering what she was getting at.
"When. I mean, *if* I turn into a zombie," she started, changing her wording so that it would be easier for him to accept, "you have to make sure that I don't hurt anyone. You have to kill me, Chris."
A sick feeling found its way to Chris Redfield's stomach as he looked at her. "No freaking way," he spat out slowly.
Jill sighed. "Chris, you understand that it has to be done. Besides, it won't be me anymore. You know that."
Chris closed his eyes and let his thoughts weigh heavily on his mind. Now he knew how Claire must have felt when she had to get rid of Steve. How awful. "It won't come to that," Chris said more determined than ever.
"But, if it does." Jill prodded him,
"If it does I know what has to be done," Chris finished. Jill stopped pressing, knowing that his answer was the best she was going to get out of him. "Now, it's time to get off of this heavy stuff," he wriggled his eyebrows at her mischievously. He knew that he needed to keep her in high spirits.
Giggling at how silly but yet boyishly cute he looked, Jill decided to play along. "And what exactly do you suggest, Mr. Redfield?" she asked flirtatiously.
"Well, frankly, it's been way too long since I heard you say that you love me," he commented with a light, joking voice. But deep inside, he wasn't joking and he wasn't being playful. A part of him was nervous that she really didn't love him. After the letter she gave him and the incident with Carlos, he couldn't really be sure.
"Oh, Chris," Jill sighed and clasped his hands with hers. "I love you," she said seriously, so that he would know she wasn't kidding with him. "I've always loved you, and I always will love you. You're my Redfield."
All his doubts were washed away and he smiled lovingly at her. "And you're my Valentine," he told her and leaned in to kiss her. The kiss was not passionate like their first kiss ever, but gentle and sweet and filled with promises of the future.
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"Oh my God," Rebecca stated as she examined Jill's blood for the tenth time. "This can't be." she thought. But sure enough, Rebecca made the discovery of Jill's mutating blood cells and figured out what was happening.
"Claire! Leon! Get in here now!" she shouted as loud as she could. In a few seconds Leon was running down the stairs in boxers and Claire followed clad only in a t-shirt.
"Where's the fire? Are you okay?" Leon asked worriedly.
Rebecca shook her head. "No, I'm not okay."
Walking over to her friend, Claire placed a comforting hand on Rebecca's shoulder. "What's wrong, Becky?" she asked lightly.
"I just got the results on Jill's blood test," Rebecca stated and solemnly told them the results. She watched as Claire's face lost all color and Leon's jaw tensed.
"You're wrong, Becky," Leon argued. "Do the tests again. You must have missed something. You-"
"No, Leon," Claire interrupted. "It all makes sense now. Everything. Our conversation about." she trailed off.
Curious, Rebecca asked, "About what?"
Claire settled her gaze on a distant object and related the events of some time ago to her friends. "I was in the kitchen, and I guess I looked upset because Jill asked me what was wrong. I told her that I was feeling a little guilty about moving on with Leon because Steve was dead." A slight flash of pain showed in Leon's eyes, but he kept it to himself because he knew that there were much more important matters at hand. "I told her that it would be easier to move on if he wasn't dead, because now I have to live with this burden of guilt everyday of my life."
After a pause of reflection, Claire looked into Rebecca's eyes. She couldn't bear to look into Leon's right now. "Don't you see? Jill knew what was happening to her, and she left because she didn't want Chris to feel guilty for moving on. It would be easier for him to move on with a broken heart than if he knew she died, so she told him that she didn't love him and ran away."
"Oh, how awful!" Rebecca cried. "Poor Jill! Poor Chris! Poor us!"
Leon looked somberly towards the ground. Not only did he find out that the woman of his dreams felt guilty about being with him, but he also found out that one of his best friends was dying. "We have to save Jill," he remarked.
"Rebecca, is there anything that you can do?" Claire asked hopefully.
"Well, judging by the rate these cells are mutating, I would guess that Jill doesn't have much time left," Rebecca replied gravely. "But that sure as hell doesn't mean that I'm not going to try. You guys should try and find out if Chris knows what's going on and if he's found Jill yet. I'm going to try to work on a cure."
Leon went off to call Barry and Claire tried to call Chris's phone. She wondered if her brother knew what was going on. *If he does, I'm sure that he's really devastated.* She thought sadly. She wished that she could shield her brother from the pain, as he had tried to shield her. After the events that occurred with Steve, she knew what her brother was going through. And she couldn't even image the despair that Jill was feeling, trying to go through this alone. "Oh Becky, I really hope you can find a cure," she thought. "If not, things will never be the same."
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*Song Credit: "Avalanche" by ON
Well, I sense that this story is coming to a close. There's about one chapter left in it, maybe two. Please read and reply about any comments, concerns, or questions you want answered. Thanks for those of you who are still reading.
Oh and by the way, I didn't think about the saliva thing. That's a really good observation. Alas, it doesn't fit into my story so I'm going to pretend that saliva has no effect ;-D.
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Getting sick of starting over
On the same argument
We can sit around and talk it over
Or take a trip to clear our minds
At the entrance of Mount Wilson
It's feeling like the right decision
Sometimes you go outside
To get inside
If I could only hear you say
That you're down, but you're ok
We should have said the things we felt
Is it too late?
Park the car and hit the trail
The air feels sharp on our skin
We'll see the snow as it is melting
Spring must be on her way again
We didn't see her coming for us
I guess that's Mother Nature's way
Sometimes you go outside
To get inside
If I could only hear you say
That you're down, but you're ok
We should have said the things we felt
Is it too late?
Trapped beneath the wall of snow
You're only ten feet away
Silence has a way of speaking
Only now do we understand
If I could only hear you say
That you're down, but you're ok
We should have said the things we felt
Is it too late?
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Chris Redfield entered Jill's room quietly and watched her sleep. She looked so small and weak. *How could I have not noticed how sick she looked?* he wondered guiltily. *If only I hadn't been so preoccupied with my own damn problems, maybe I would have noticed and Jill wouldn't be in this situation right now.*
While watching her sleep softly, Chris promised that he'd make it up to her. "From this point on, doll, you won't be able to get rid of me. And there's no way in hell I'm letting you die," he whispered forcefully. "I have a lot of plans for us in the future."
Carlos had told him how long Jill had left. He couldn't imagine waking up a week later without Jill in the world. His motives for saving her weren't purely altruistic. Should she die, he didn't think he could go on living. He wanted to save Jill for selfish reasons as much as for her own good. All he had to do was figure out a way. But that could wait. Soon, Jill would wake up and they both would have a lot of explaining to do.
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"You have a lot of explaining to do!" Claire shouted, echoing her brother's thoughts from thousands of miles away. Only her remarks were directed at none other than the befuddled Leon Kennedy.
*Poor Leon. I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of a Redfield's temper,* Rebecca thought as she watched the two fight. It's not that she was eavesdropping; Claire and Leon just hadn't bothered to take their business in private, as usual. Rebecca rolled her eyes and half- listened while she tried to analyze Jill's blood sample in her lab.
"Claire, love, you aren't being fair!" Leon protested. She could be so stubborn sometimes. The only reason he even flirted with that blonde was to save her ass.
"Fair? Fair?!?! How dare you talk to me about fair! Is throwing yourself at some floozie your definition of fair?" she spit back angrily.
Leon groaned. "I wasn't throwing myself at her! I just had to find a way to stop her from going into the lab room so that you wouldn't get caught."
At this point, Rebecca had had enough. She almost got killed today and wasn't in the mood to hear their pointless bantering. "Stop it! Just stop it!" she yelled.
Claire and Leon stopped in their tracks and looked at the young redhead with surprise. Rebecca wasn't usually the type to lose her cool. "What's wrong?" asked Claire obliviously.
Trying to keep her extreme frustration in check, Rebecca talked slowly as if she was relating something to two very small children. "You," she pointed at Claire, "love him. And you," she pointed at Leon," love her. Now, kiss and make up, or shut up! You two are retarded for each other, and you know it."
Rebecca watched in exasperation as the two merely glared daggers at one another. She was about to give up when out of nowhere the two jumped into each other's arms and starting making out. *That's more like it,* she rolled her eyes.
"I love you, Claire bear," Leon told her.
"I love you too, Skippy," was Claire's reply. Soon enough, the two were in their bedroom and out of Rebecca's hair.
"Finally, I can get some peace and quiet," sighed Rebecca, and she went back to her work on testing Jill's blood.
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Everything was hazy. Nothing made sense. Her head hurt and she found it extremely hard to concentrate. Nevertheless, she forced herself to open her eyes and became alarmed when she noticed somebody was with her. She immediately relaxed when she realized it was Chris Redfield. Remembering the situation she was in, however, Jill's body tensed up again.
"You're awake," Chris commented, stating the obvious. There was so much to say between the two of them but he couldn't find the words. He just looked deep into her eyes and realized how beautiful she was. He had expected her to fight with him and try to push him away again, but she just stared back at him.
Finally, after the tense moment of silence, Jill spoke. "You know." Chris just looked away, feeling as if he had somehow betrayed her. She moved her hand to his face and gently pushed it so that he was looking into her eyes again. "I'm so tired, Chris. I don't want to fight you anymore." Jill didn't have the energy to keep pushing him away.
"You don't need to fight me," he replied delicately. "You never did."
Jill nodded. "I know that now," she told him. And she did. Looking at him at that moment, she wondered how she could have ever thought that keeping him away was the best solution. "Can you forgive me?"
"You know you don't even have to ask me that," he remarked. "But I have to know, Jill. Why did you do it? I could have helped you."
"I lied to you because I had to prevent it," she said vaguely.
Chris had no idea what she was talking about. "Prevent what?" he asked, confused. "The virus?"
She shook her head. "No, not the virus. I had to prevent the look in your eyes that you have right now. I can see it written all over your face. Sadness, loss, and worst of all, guilt. I couldn't bear to the cause of that. I don't want to die thinking that you will go on blaming yourself for my death."
"You're not going to die," he stated fiercely through gritted teeth.
Jill just looked at him with sadness and patience in her eyes. "Yes, I am. Please accept that."
"Jill," he pleaded softly. "Please, stop saying that."
She looked away from him, with guilt clouding her features. His life would be ruined now, and it was all her fault. Finally she looked at him again, but this time she had determination in her eyes. "Listen, Chris," she started, "there's nothing more that I want than for you to be here by my side. But if you want to stay, you have to promise me two things."
"Anything, I'll do anything," he assured her. There was nothing that was going to keep him away from his love, Jill Valentine. "Just name it, Valentine," he smiled slightly.
"You have to promise me that you aren't going to blame yourself for this after I.. After this is over."
He looked at her with pain in his eyes. How could he promise her that? The woman he loved was sitting on a bed, dying, and there was not a damn thing he could do about it. He should have figured this out earlier so that there would be more time to find a cure. He should have invaded every Umbrella lab until he found out how to stop his love from turning into. into one of those god-awful creatures. There are so many things that he could have done to stop this from happening. "I. I don't think I can," he choked out.
As he looked at her, he could see her gaze harden. "Then get the hell out. I don't want you here."
His eyes widened with desperation. "Fine, I promise," he lied. He'd say anything to stay close to her. "But you have to promise me something too. You have to stop feeling guilty about what you think you're doing to me." She looked at him with surprise. "What, you think I don't know what's going through your head? I can read you like a book, Valentine," he said lightly.
"Touché," she replied. Jill was impressed. "Okay, it's a deal." She flashed a winning smile at him.
Chris felt like he was on top of the world when he saw her smile. It had been so long since he had seen it, and who knows when he would see it again. "And what was the other thing? You said I had to promise two things." He regretted reminding her immediately when the smile fell from her face and she became serious again.
"Do you have your gun?" she asked him.
His hands instinctively went to his side where he always kept his gun holstered. "Of course," he told her, wondering what she was getting at.
"When. I mean, *if* I turn into a zombie," she started, changing her wording so that it would be easier for him to accept, "you have to make sure that I don't hurt anyone. You have to kill me, Chris."
A sick feeling found its way to Chris Redfield's stomach as he looked at her. "No freaking way," he spat out slowly.
Jill sighed. "Chris, you understand that it has to be done. Besides, it won't be me anymore. You know that."
Chris closed his eyes and let his thoughts weigh heavily on his mind. Now he knew how Claire must have felt when she had to get rid of Steve. How awful. "It won't come to that," Chris said more determined than ever.
"But, if it does." Jill prodded him,
"If it does I know what has to be done," Chris finished. Jill stopped pressing, knowing that his answer was the best she was going to get out of him. "Now, it's time to get off of this heavy stuff," he wriggled his eyebrows at her mischievously. He knew that he needed to keep her in high spirits.
Giggling at how silly but yet boyishly cute he looked, Jill decided to play along. "And what exactly do you suggest, Mr. Redfield?" she asked flirtatiously.
"Well, frankly, it's been way too long since I heard you say that you love me," he commented with a light, joking voice. But deep inside, he wasn't joking and he wasn't being playful. A part of him was nervous that she really didn't love him. After the letter she gave him and the incident with Carlos, he couldn't really be sure.
"Oh, Chris," Jill sighed and clasped his hands with hers. "I love you," she said seriously, so that he would know she wasn't kidding with him. "I've always loved you, and I always will love you. You're my Redfield."
All his doubts were washed away and he smiled lovingly at her. "And you're my Valentine," he told her and leaned in to kiss her. The kiss was not passionate like their first kiss ever, but gentle and sweet and filled with promises of the future.
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"Oh my God," Rebecca stated as she examined Jill's blood for the tenth time. "This can't be." she thought. But sure enough, Rebecca made the discovery of Jill's mutating blood cells and figured out what was happening.
"Claire! Leon! Get in here now!" she shouted as loud as she could. In a few seconds Leon was running down the stairs in boxers and Claire followed clad only in a t-shirt.
"Where's the fire? Are you okay?" Leon asked worriedly.
Rebecca shook her head. "No, I'm not okay."
Walking over to her friend, Claire placed a comforting hand on Rebecca's shoulder. "What's wrong, Becky?" she asked lightly.
"I just got the results on Jill's blood test," Rebecca stated and solemnly told them the results. She watched as Claire's face lost all color and Leon's jaw tensed.
"You're wrong, Becky," Leon argued. "Do the tests again. You must have missed something. You-"
"No, Leon," Claire interrupted. "It all makes sense now. Everything. Our conversation about." she trailed off.
Curious, Rebecca asked, "About what?"
Claire settled her gaze on a distant object and related the events of some time ago to her friends. "I was in the kitchen, and I guess I looked upset because Jill asked me what was wrong. I told her that I was feeling a little guilty about moving on with Leon because Steve was dead." A slight flash of pain showed in Leon's eyes, but he kept it to himself because he knew that there were much more important matters at hand. "I told her that it would be easier to move on if he wasn't dead, because now I have to live with this burden of guilt everyday of my life."
After a pause of reflection, Claire looked into Rebecca's eyes. She couldn't bear to look into Leon's right now. "Don't you see? Jill knew what was happening to her, and she left because she didn't want Chris to feel guilty for moving on. It would be easier for him to move on with a broken heart than if he knew she died, so she told him that she didn't love him and ran away."
"Oh, how awful!" Rebecca cried. "Poor Jill! Poor Chris! Poor us!"
Leon looked somberly towards the ground. Not only did he find out that the woman of his dreams felt guilty about being with him, but he also found out that one of his best friends was dying. "We have to save Jill," he remarked.
"Rebecca, is there anything that you can do?" Claire asked hopefully.
"Well, judging by the rate these cells are mutating, I would guess that Jill doesn't have much time left," Rebecca replied gravely. "But that sure as hell doesn't mean that I'm not going to try. You guys should try and find out if Chris knows what's going on and if he's found Jill yet. I'm going to try to work on a cure."
Leon went off to call Barry and Claire tried to call Chris's phone. She wondered if her brother knew what was going on. *If he does, I'm sure that he's really devastated.* She thought sadly. She wished that she could shield her brother from the pain, as he had tried to shield her. After the events that occurred with Steve, she knew what her brother was going through. And she couldn't even image the despair that Jill was feeling, trying to go through this alone. "Oh Becky, I really hope you can find a cure," she thought. "If not, things will never be the same."
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*Song Credit: "Avalanche" by ON
Well, I sense that this story is coming to a close. There's about one chapter left in it, maybe two. Please read and reply about any comments, concerns, or questions you want answered. Thanks for those of you who are still reading.