Recap: Although Juuri was sent back to her own world by her ex-Innocence-turned-Apocryphos, Moloch remained confident due to the fact that a simple move just as this was already predetermined by Juuri's mother, Elizabeth. Slightly puzzled, the Apocryphos continue posing as Juuri Nightray to not alarm the other exorcists. Moreover, Apocryphos was even cautious enough to eliminate any chances of other exorcists especially Kanda Yu in retrieving Juuri back to this battlefield. Reminded with the reality that Kanda has his first priority to "find that person", where does that leave Juuri in Kanda's heart? Back to the her own world, who will help Juuri back to her feet?

Even if it is a slight change in its eyes
Do not let the newborn light shine down
Even if I get away from you

Even if you can never meet again
Just as the newborn light shines all the time
Protect Your Smile

-Usubeni no Tsuki (薄紅の月) by ChouCho

"Is this even edible?"

Kanda asked, or more like stated, while glaring at the steaming pot of beef stew beside Juuri who in return, shook her head in mild defeat. As much as she missed the glorious bowl of piping hot Tantanmen that Jery makes her, the two were left with nothing but some Chinese egg noodles, cabbage, ginger, sesame oil, carrots, and some seasonings.

"As I said before, this yakisoba will be edible. I know this might be hard for you but you can trust me on this. You can eat some professionally made soba once we reach Beijing."

"I won't eat it."

"Just give me a minute and it will be ready."

Not even sparing him a glance, Juuri continue her work. It had been ages since she last cooked a dish due to Jeryy being the head chef of the Order but as far as she knew, she has confidence in her cooking. For the black-haired female, cooking is a mixed between being a chore and a luxury- a chore to satisfy her grandmother's palate and of course, she also have the luxury to eat something. It does not really matter whatever was on the table be it a plate full of vegetables or beef stew, for her, it was all just a form of nutrient. It might be a surprise but when she was a kid, she was never a picky eater unlike today.

There is no use for her to keep persuading him to consider eating her yakisoba pan fried noodle buns or in short soba pan . The two of them had been stuck inside a cabin in Moscow while Marshal Tiedoll and Marie are off to find a suitable guide for them to make it through the freezing mountains the next day. While the two younger exorcists looks like they are goofing around, the two were actually tasked with preparing dinner. Together.

How many times have they been stucked together like this? Even Kanda is growing suspicious of how the Marshall Tiedoll always pairs them up every single time. Not like Kanda hated it. But not enough to openly accept it. Atleast the brat is a little bit tolerable than the older General but not as much as Marie.

While the yakisoba noodles starts to loosen up on the pan, Juuri carefully made a slit on top of the split-top bread and spread some butter to act as a water resistant. She also seasoned the noodles with a tablespoon each of Worcestershire sauce and oyster sauce. Removing the noodles from the heat, she stuffed the bread with the yakisoba noodles while sprinkling some nori and putting a little bit of pickled red ginger in the center.

"And done!" Juuri presented her soba dish with a proud smile. "Be careful its piping hot."

"Save it."

"Oh come on, Kanda! Don't be rude to the food. " She rolled her eyes, then smiled. "Say ahh~!"

Despite everything, Kanda never looked the slightest bit interested on Juuri's cooking prowess. Rather, he felt the utter need to deny this "soba" with all of his might. Soba as she might say it, this felt completely different than the soba that he normally eats. He might not admit it, but this change scares him a little- how this brat is slowly but surely making an impact on his food preferences. Three days ago, she was successful enough on forcing him to eat her own version of Phở which is surprisingly…decent. Not like he have any idea what a normal Phở should taste like. But not just that, five days ago, she was even able to help take care of a small bundle of human flesh...a baby- whatever it was, starting from changing its nappy to feeding it and lulling it to sleep.

As a homunculi, he cannot understand. How could a small human being require such great amounts of attention? But this female exorcist did not question him because she knew he knew. Yet, she did not stop there and looked at him directly, patiently explaining everything with a genuine smile. That is why Kanda feels alarmed with her genuine smile that is slowly influencing him. And now she is lecturing him about the importance of guides, Finders, and even chefs like Jeryy. That he should feel...grateful about people preparing his food.

"Soba noodles may look simple to you but the kneading process takes a lot of and energy. Imagine, Jerry kneading freshly made soba noodles in the morning three times a day and schedule it by the time you order." She smiled. "Kanda, just because they get paid for their job, means it's enough compensation. Without them, we would not be able to look forward to meal time."

"No matter what you say, I won't-"

Yet, before Kanda can even protest, Juuri just ceremoniously shoved the piping hot yakisoba on his mouth.

"Yummy, right darling?"

She is starting to influence him and he cannot stop it.

This is not what Krory was expecting when he had been partnered with the infamous Kanda.

It is already a given that the blue haired male is notoriously aloof to the point of bringing any exorcists and finders around him to distance themselves away. He himself had a really bad experience around Kanda which left him wary around soba but Arystar Krory III would never allow himself to stain his grandfather's honor for a second time. Thus, the moment he had taken a look at his report sheet to meet the blue-haired Japanese male through Gate 35 leading to Helsinki, Finland, he had taken it upon himself to behave accordingly with pride and dignity just like how a certain black-haired exorcist does. Using the mirror that Juuri graciously gave him, Krory took one last look at his own pale angular face before facing the calamity known as Kanda Yu.

But before he can even say a greeting that he had rehearsed a lot of times inside of his head, Kanda had already shut him up by barking at him, eyes focusing elsewhere.

"Hurry up."

Just how in the world does Juuri deal with this? Suddenly, a wild idea flashed through his mind. If introductions will not work, why not try small talks?

"Do you know Kanda-kun? Today is May 10 or Mother's day here in Finland. " Without waiting for Kanda to reply, Krory stubbornly ignored the consequences of his actions and just dive through hell. "Mother can be translated in Finish as äiti or juuri. Great right? So Juuri's name can also be-"

But before Krory can even continue, Kanda cut him off with a side long glare- a mixture of annoyance and something that the older exorcist cannot place. Though if Krory is given a chance to guess based from Kanda's cold distant eyes which flickers violently on edge every time he mentions a certain female's name, it would be the familiar feeling of longing laced with frustration. Familiar because Krory felt the same towards the death of Eliade. That's why Krory recognized right away that Kanda had feelings for the female as far as Krory knows, he had also seen Juuri exhibit this expression right after leaving the blue-haired exorcist alone with the Noah of Wrath.

"These kids." Krory shooked his head. Nevertheless, Juuri is still alive somewhere with Allen and Link, and Krory is willing to help this young man sort out his own feelings even if he had to use brute force.

Elizabeth had once again lied.

If there is one thing that Elizabeth de Sabellis wanted to uphold, it would be her image. She believes her fabricated image woven intricately by her own sweet little lies would be enough to defend her from the harsh and dreadful snickers of her own relatives. Thus, for this special evening, she wore her favorite red gown and matched it with blood red lipstick. She also made sure to look as striking as possible with by ordering her maids to style her naturally brown curly hair into very straight strands. Lastly, she wore the best makeup that she could muster to put on her face.

Her dismissively innocent smile.

Sometimes, Elizabeth asks herself if being a liar lies solely on her blood. She had no recollection when she started the thorny path to deception. Maybe it happened when her sick grandmother had asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up and simply answered loud and clear that being the next heir was her dream, making sure her other older cousins were aware of her answer. Or maybe it was when her jealous cousins had destroyed grandmother's prized antique painting and tried to blame her instead but she easily caught on and secretly slapped herself hard, exaggerating the situation where her older cousins had bullied her into destroying the painting or else they would slap her again? Not that it matter anymore.

What's so bad about lying, anyway?

By simply changing her expression, looking down with half-lidded eyes, trying to sigh softly, and lastly tightening her jaws with her quivering lips as if to imitate a person who were puzzled and winded, these are just some of the many things that Elizabeth can pull off from her sleeves whenever she found herself in a precarious situation.

"You should really stop lying." Offering a glass of wine while carefully carrying a Vintage Nikon F35 mm Camera on the other hand, a familiar man with long silky black hair, wearing an old black tuxedo and slowly approached her with a small bow. "It does not suit you."

Not suit her? Maybe the red dress had been an overkill for appearance sake, yes. But without lying, she wouldn't be here right now, smiling down at her pathetic relatives who were all desperately trying their hardest in smiling despite their rage boiling beneath those red puffy cheeks. Ah, how she wanted to laugh at how they resemble the pigs in her late father's farm. So unsightly as these people had nothing to offer her but poisoned compliments as she, a twenty-two year old woman, now stands as the next Matriarch of the de Sabellis Family after the death of her late grandmother. To be honest, it was an easy feat. Her late grandmother, a traditional Italian old lady, had already arranged everything a long time ago in her will. Not like she had read all the contents of it but her grandmother specifically wanted her to be next Matriach which left her with a lot of duties in which she would later be briefed on.

"How so?" Elizabeth craned her neck while Mikhail simply smiled.

"As a photographer, it's natural to know some things."

Accepting the drink with calculating eyes, Elizabeth spoke. "And a photographer like you does not suit that overly outdated tuxedo, Mikhail. I believe it is my celebration not my grandmother's funeral which was last month. If that's the case, sadly, you're late."

Mikhail who feigned hurt by her words, clutched his chest. "Ah, truly I am not late to witness you're savage entrance? Can we just talk about your gorgeous red dress? It does not suit you. You like blue better. I believe Lennard would agree-"

"Oho? What do I care about a half-Hispanic male like him?"

"He is one of your suitors, Madam." Mikhail stated.

She snorted, trying to sound as disinterested as possible. "He has money but he can be swayed easily. No challenge."

From this information, Mikhail's ears perked. "But he was your childhood friend, you two were very close and of all the candidates to be your husband, he is the only one that you allow to sit with every Sunday mass. Perhaps you are afraid to continue the relationship without endangering your friendship-"

Elizabeth hummed before sending him a slight glare. "And as a mere photographer from a national newspaper such as yourself, you found that it is worthy enough to include that in your publication tomorrow?"

"Were you perhaps…alarmed?"

A pregnant silence enveloped Mikhail as his job was snidely threatened. Normally, he always enjoys the playful and threatening remarks that he receives during interviews with influential people which sometimes lead him to change to different newspaper publications but there is this challenge every time he is dealing with liars like Elizabeth that makes him feel invigorated in using his observational skills once again.

And without Mikhail knowing, Elizabeth also feels the challenge boiling inside her cold body, lightiing her skin with a flush of excitement. Well, maybe this game would be enough to keep her entertained for awhile longer until she will be forced to marry off with the man with the highest value for the de Sabellis Family.

"Actually, why not try to register as my suitor too? Privately?" Elizabeth smiled wryly, purposely accentuating her body with a fluid motion, trying to captivate the man in front of her. She knows that it always works. Besides, its easier to fool them once they fall head over heels on her.

"Are you trying to charm me with your sweet lemensonges, Madamme?" Mikhail only smiled, but his eyes glowed with excitement. "I am afraid of losing my job but more so if it's my own head."

Without wasting a second, Elizabeth caught the photographer's hands with her own, intertwining her fingers around his calloused hands for a moment before walking away without a word, completely teasing him of the sweet promises that she can offer over their private time once every guests left the party.

"Now, let's fall in love, Mr. Photographer."

Elizabeth does not know yet but later on, she will realize how this lie would later became her truth.

"Hey Komui! You still alive over there?" Lavi called out to the exhausted male. Well, exhausted does not even give justice to how weary the supervisor of the Black Order is. Despite Lavi's prodding, Komui was unmoving, completely dead asleep with his arms supporting his head on top of the table. In addition, Lavi was sure that the last time he saw Komui, the older man's paperwork was not even around two feet tall. But now, he can say that the files ontop of Komui's table had grown into tall six feet buildings ready to pummel down and hit the sleeping man.

Ah, how he was reminded of how Allen got his long hair.

But what caught Lavi's attention was the familiar thick white book in the middle of Komui's desk- Lemi-chan's Innocence or was. Do not get him wrong, being a Bookman apprentice, he had grown accustomed to the amounts of news articles and history books that he should read on the daily basis. However, it does not meant that he found reading these things interesting. Lately, he found the task draining which lead to him slacking off more than usual. But if he is honest, there is one letter that he wanted to read so badly lately.

If Lavi was not wrong, Lemi-chan's last words indicated something about a letter stuck inside the diary-Innocence…

"I guess it's time for me to stop doing things halfway, right Yu?"

Another quick look was all it take for the red-head to check on the still sleeping Komui and swiping the diary with his swift hands.

Flipping through the first pages, it surprised him how he was even able to open an Innocence-type journal like it was any normal journal. Maybe he is compatible with this Innocence or just his charm as a Bookman apprentice to attract this kinds of articles? Glancing back to the sleeping Komui, he felt he can finish reading this journal right before someone caught , given that he is an apprentice, it is already a known fact that reading something like this would only take him a few minutes. With a small chuckle, he began reading the first page.

November 8, 2009

A girl named Lermiana Mei Lim suddenly invited me as her partner for Shakespearean tragedies. She even asked me out to eat cake with her friends. What a strange girl.

Jirainne

Wait a minute, was the date a mistake?

November 9, 2009

It was a mocha cake. I do not like it but…I guess its decent.

Lermian- I mean Lemi's mother is really kind.

Jirainne

"Oi, oi is this a joke?" Lavi's brows furrowed deeper.

November 10, 2009

They said friends should eat together. I do not trust them that much but I guess this is fun too.

Fiamma always picks on everything I say but I do not hate her frankness. It felt genuine in a sense.

Jirainne

What the fuck is Juuri? Or Jirainne? As far as Lavi knows, the current year is 1889.

November 11, 2009

Krysten is really older than us, huh? No doubt that's why she have that mature aura. But I heard she would be transferring next year.

Jirainne

Starting from the front page, each date entry were filled up each passing day in succession with the other-just like any normal diary. But what does not make sense came crashing right after as he became aware of the written date on the uppermost right-side of every single page. Without warning, he closed the diary, looked up the dark ceiling and took a mouthful of deep breaths. It took exactly forty-nine seconds for the red-head to calm down and slowly took a double take on the words written on each pages.

No matter how many pages he skimmed, all the dates aligned perfectly starting from the year 2009 up to 2011.

"I wanna throw up-"

As an apprentice, he should adapting to this kind of situation rather than sweating buckets while reading a piece of diary. If Bookman saw him, the old man would surely be disappointed. But atleast he has the decency to still remain silent without the need to tug at his red locks.

"-but it does makes sense how Juuri knows almost everything."

It should not be possible. But it is. Right from the very fucking start. How Juuri/Jirainne behaves the first time they met like she knows something, how she seems to know something about Marshal Yeegar's attack, her sudden interference during Krory's case, switching to Team Tiedoll, the battle in the Arc, and even her independent action against the Level 4 to save the finders with Lemi.

But no matter how much Lavi denied this fact, he can never overthrow the nasty gut feeling that he currently have. Lost in his musings, Lavi found the original object of his interest- the small letter Lermiana Mei Lim left, stucked beneath his fingers.

A little feverish and out of breath from the obscurity of all these information. He silently read Lermiana's letter. Someone might call him nosey but at this point, Lavi does not care anymore. He felt like nothing might surprise him anymore.

How wrong he was.

Dear Jirainne,

I hated you.

I also hated myself.

I guess by the time you read this, I am already gone. I know I left a lot of your questions unanswered. But I believe that there is someone more appropriate to explain everything to you. You see, I met this person at your funeral and he told me that he believes that you are still alive and will someday come back to that place. At first, I did not believe him and called him nuts. But it all makes sense now.

This person, please Jirainne. Please. I know that you will not try to talk to him. But please.

He is the only one who will answer all your questions.

Please go back and talk to Mr. Mikhail because he is your father and also a former Bookman apprentice. He said he will always be waiting everyday on that cemetery.

P.S. Be careful of the Apocryphos.

Thank you for being my friend,

Lemi

Slowly, Lavi finished the letter and folded it back in half and returning it back to its former position- hidden right in the middle of the center-page. He also took some care to close the journal and return it in its former position atop of Komui's table. Luckily, the Supervisor is still dead asleep and unaware of the current predicament that he is in. Without any words, Lavi left the office and searched for a secluded place where he can scream his voice out as much as he wants. His mind racing with thoughts concerning the contents of the diary.

Juuri's father is a Bookman apprentice. Just like him.

And Juuri was clearly from a different time. Is this what Hevlaska meant when she called Juuri as a "Seeker of Time"? These information makes a lot of sense.

Nevertheless, these were the kind that totally blew him off.

He tug at his own hair in frustration. "But what does it even mean about being careful of the Apocryphos...? What is that?"

"Have you finally calmed down?"

Juuri silently flinched from her spot as she held the hot mug of coffee that the old man had offered a while ago. When she met the old stranger infront of her predecessors' grave, he insisted on asking for her name in which she instantly lied and instead, pretended to be an acquaintance of the deceased Jirainne Serra. Not like he was a complete stranger but Juuri knew him far too well that she wants to run away from him as fast as possible but found herself physically and emotionally drained to do so. That is why she followed him to his two- story house, a twenty minute walk from the cemetery, where they sat on the veranda of his backyard overseeing the small garden of roses and daisies.

But what caught her attention is the lone pink lotus sprouting from the small pond.

"I see. Well, here is some cookies. I might not look like it but I am a very good cook. "The stranger smiled for a moment until he looked at her. "By the way, have I ever said you suck at lying, young lady?"

Shit.

"-No kind of a simple acquaintance from Asia would dare visit a grave this far here in Italy and even willingly go with a stranger, right?"

Loudly, the female clicked her tongue in annoyance-a habit that reminded her of Kanda. Unconsciously, she gripped the red hair tie on her pocket.

"You know who I am. " He smiled, patiently waiting for her to answer. He seemed really mature looking and knowledgeable like an old hermit but also held the same joyful glow of someone who had finally achieved something. Like he had been waiting for something or someone like her to appear before him. Was he excited that she had finally appeared before him? Her-

"Le père? Father? Dad? Papa? Is that what you meant, Mr. Mikhail? Were you expecting me to beat around the bush for the whole day?" Juuri spat out bitterly.

"I was not aware you know French."

"I hope you are also not aware that I'm alive."

Caught offguard by Juuri's snide remark, the man gave a dry laugh and scratched his unruly black hair. It seemed like in Juuri's eyes, he had become conscious of how she knew who he really is. Atleast he has some decency to feel embarrassed and nervous about their true relationship. At this point, Juuri had been avoiding any personal questions that may lead to who she really is just like how she did it in the Order. But right now, she felt like she had nothing to lose. Her time is over. And just like Cinderella, Juuri came back to the harsh reality of her world.

"Look Jirainne, shortly after Elizabeth died, I received a letter. I was in Taiwan that time and I did not realized what that meant until the third grave was placed there. So I researched everything-"

And she does not really care what happens to her anymore.

"I killed your beloved Elizabeth." Juuri looked up and finally faced the stranger with empty eyes. "-that is everything, Mr. Mikhail."

Expecting the stranger, Mikhail to be shocked, Juuri averted her gaze back to the lotus flower in hopes of regaining a little bit of courage and pride to mask her face of any emotion and hatred that she has for Mikhail. Seriously? Why does he intend to show himself to her as her father when all these years, he could have acted as one? Yes, it was a given that he had only knew of her after Elizabeth's death but why does her heart kept hurting and aching for him to just leave her alone? Why does the word "father" kept leaving a bad after taste from her mouth?

Why does he kept looking concerned over her when she was the one who killed his beloved? But if she really hated talking with this man, why can't she just leave?

Because I do not have anything to run back to?

"I know. " Mikhail stood up from her chair, silently gazing at the same lotus flower that Juuri had been looking at. It took him a few moments before facing her with a pained expression that meant he regretted knowing everything when it's too late. The kind of expression that shows how he wished to know things even a little before everything gone wrong.

"And Elizabeth knew too. She knew you'll kill her."

A lone tear fell from Mikhail's cheeks, but he kept on distantly at Juuri as if looking at the familiar visage of Elizabeth. Afterall, she inherited the same face and eyes that Elizabeth possess.

"She said it was the only way for you to live."

Juuri laughed. "Oh really? Now you are the one who suck at lying, sir."

Mikhail just dismisses her snarks with a wave. Maybe he opened the subject too early without the regard of building his credibility? Seems like it. Of course Jirainne- or more like Juuri would never understand. Not yet. He needs to appeal to her first as genuine as possible before he reveals Elizabeth's intricate web of lies which comes with him revealing himself first.

"Elizabeth and me were never supposed to meet. "

Juuri gave him a bland look. "Then why bother fucking?"

"She is definitely Elizabeth's daughter." Mikhail thought, but refraining from voicing his thoughts.

"I meant, as much as Elizabeth belongs here. I, on the other hand, belong to the other side- or world, or time. The side where you just came from, three hours ago."

"...stop making me into a fool." Juuri glared.

Mikhail glared back with twice the intensity. "You were an exorcist but you just lost your Innocence, correct? That must be an Innocence-turned- Apocryphos who gained self-awareness and sent you back here to safety."

That statement completely shut her up which the he took as a sign to continue. Reverting to his chipper personality, Mikhail smiled without any trace of contempt he showed just a moment ago. This made the white-haired female shudder slightly in alarm.

"How about we play a game? If you can guess what my last occupation is, I will tell you everything. How about that?" Light-heartedly, Mikhail offered without even waiting for her reply. "You see, writing about someone's life was never been my favourite chores; or to put it bluntly, it was my most hated job of all. Observing and knowing something about that person, is time consuming but I felt exhilarated when I can be able to talk to my subjects. Still, recording these up on a piece of paper was kind of monotonous and inefficient. I honestly feel that writing about the biography of a person is lacking and does not give justice to the personality compared to actually getting to talk to them. I cannot write about their favourite dishes, the way they talk to different people, or how the tone of their voice changes depending on their mood. You still listening?"

She looked at him with distrust but nodded regardless.

"My reports should always be one page per person, except if it is an important person, it could go up to ten pages detailing about other people's past achievement or detailed connections to other important people who has a direct influence on an important event. " Mikhail took a deep breath and for a moment, looked up the afternoon sky. "Then I realized that no matter how much I write, there would never be a trace of me left between those pages."

When he glanced back to the female, he noticed how her eyes widened in slight recognition, her distrust of him still lingers but he felt proud that he had a chance of gaining her trust; all these years of preparation and waiting just for them to meet with each other. Although if someone would ask him, it would have been better if Elizabeth is here.

Mikhail sadly snorted. What a ridiculous idea.

"And so, I dreamt of writing about my own life one day, even at the cost of interfering between the spaces of those ten pages."

With an expression between doubt and pity, Juuri grasped her mug tighter. ".. Were you a Bookman?"

"A former Bookman apprentice to be exact." He mused. "A friend of mine, sent me here to interfere with someone." Mikhail smiled to himself as he remembered his first dance with his beloved.

"-I was supposed to kill Elizabeth."

The Noah of Dreams remembered how she accidentally found the diary lying together with the unconscious twins who happened to fell to her door right before they were caught up by the supposedly end of the old Ark. To her surprise, she had found out that the small journal actually belongs to one of Allen's friend, more like Tykki's pet- Juuri Nightray.

"What should I do now?"

Road had long been finished reading the journal, that she was starting to get slightly irked at how it kept her wanting more. Not in the aspect of how things would turn out but in how things happened before. The new exorcist Juuri Nightray heavily emphasized that she is an "outsider"-not as a Bookman, but of a different world- a time with no Millenium Earl and Innocence. And that information alone is enough to get her full attention. It just meant that like her dear Allen, Juuri too is special.

Could it be that Neah was successful enough to change-

"It hurts…it still hurts!" She heard Tykki howled in pain beside her, still clutching his scarred chest as he kept cursing toward a certain white-haired exorcist. A week had already passed but Tykki still felt the lingering pain around his limbs to the point of driving his own inner Noah insane which of course made Road more worried. She might not look like it but she silently watched how Tykki tried to fight his own Inner Noah, not minding the shards of glass that grazed her small frame every time the older Noah shattered the glasses around the room.

The Noah clansmen are her family but it will not be the same without Tykki Mikk with it.

And if Neah really was successful with his plan, then it is no doubt that this will be the last generation where she can enjoy being with her family.

Note:

Hi~ I am sorry for the broken promises and late updates. I apologize. Its been more than a year of hiatus,huh. Well, I have a lot of excuses but I still love this fanfic don't worry. I was actually trying dfferent routes and I feel like somewhere along the line, I grew to reject every single plot that I think. Feelings that "the readers wont like this", "how dare me!?", and all those negative drama. But I kept coming back between my job and my love for DGM so I am still here. :) I love DGM and I will still continue this fanfic.

Thank you for the comments! Especially the people who kept on reviewing. A lot of times, I found myself reading your comments once in a while to help me gain some confidence in writing. Thank you guys.

I will try to update! I was actually planning for a girls night out-OMAKE but this came first.

Have a nice day everyone!

-Jacqueline