As my luck would have it, rain started to pour in gratuitous amounts not long after I left Malik's house. I didn't care enough to hasten my pace or even to find shelter. Instead, it was with a full mind that I continued along the dirt path, allowing myself to get soaked.

“Damn it all.” I grumbled. Again, not towards the weather as a bystander might guess, but instead at my inconclusive thoughts on the matter at hand. On one hand, gaining help would be an excellent decision if I wanted to make any progress in this world but, on the other, I would not only be entitled to trusting others that I'd just met but perhaps a bond of friendship as well. At this point I was still bitter towards all sapient creatures. Human or not.

I sighed and took refuge under a tree with a decent cover. “Maybe I'll just go for it.”

“That would be wise. Malik's not only smart but trustworthy. If there's anyone on this earth that could help you, it would be him.”

It only took me a moment to register the extra voice, and another leap backwards a good few feet. I wasn't expecting anyone to be here, but if I was, it would not be the dragon boy I met earlier.

“Please, I did not mean to startle you. And for what it's worth, I came to apologize. I wronged you at a most inappropriate time, and I have no excuse for it.” He extended a clawed hand to help me up. With a moment's hesitation, I took the outstretched hand and pulled myself up. Not wanting to stand so close to him, I took a few steps back and took a relaxed but cautious stance.

“You're completely different from how you were before. Like you've switched personalities.” I commented. Not intending to be rude, but from the look on his face, it seemed I had offended him greatly.

“Even strangers, huh. Doesn't matter if you save their life.” He grumbled. It was almost inaudible, but I caught the gist of his statement.

He looked back up to me and took a step forward, a scowl set on his face. I matched his move and set a foot behind me. He pursued, taking several steps this time. Again, I copied his movements. His scowl deepened as this time he leaped at me and grabbed. One hand clenched my right arm, while the other gripped the shoulder above my stump. It wasn't painful, but the pressure was uncomfortable, and now his face was at an awkward distance from mine.

“Get the hell away from me, or you will find yourself in a bloody heap.”

His breath was hot on my face as he whispered to me. “Where I come from, people show a little more gratitude towards those who help them.” He then closed the distance in a makeshift kiss. It didn't work all that well due to the nature of the situation and the fact that he had a scaly snout.

My eyes grew wide as I realized what was happening and it took me a while to muster the idea to shove him off. I kicked at him, but his grip held. I pushed and shoved, and finally he took a step back and started to grin, but just before I put my fist into his face.

He roared and dove back at me, pushing me to the ground and sitting on top of me. He started to grope and rub against me, trying anything he could to show his dominance over me. He started to tear at my shirt, when I brought my knee up hard against his groin and slammed my elbow against his jaw. With him stunned, I pushed him off and took my position over him.

Minutes passed as I put blow after blow on his face, blood and bruise taking their place each time I pulled back. Rage filled me, and at some point I thought I may as well kill him. I almost did when I drew back for the final blow, deciding to put every ounce of strength I had into it. However, before I could execute, something stopped me.

His eyes. He was looking up at me with such an intense fear, that I was haunted by it. It was a familiar look before death and I myself was frightened by such a look. Tears welled in the dragon boy's eyes as he almost seemed to accept his fate. I tried to push my fist forward, but I hesitated each time. Instead, I found myself starting to stand and move away from him. There was no movement on his part so I lowered my fist, and turned to run. Back into the cool rain, I never stopped once. Not to catch my breath no matter how ragged it became, and not to look back no matter how curious I became. My legs just carried my numb body until I reached the gates of the village.

“Hold. Why such haste? Is there something after you?” I hadn't seen him in the shadows, but he seemed to materialize out of the darkness. A guard. “You are the one who sought the gardens earlier are you not? Did something happen?”

I tried to answer his questions, but only breath escaped as I fought for control of my thoughts. Finally I broke down into sobs, as I let my fear and anger take over. I fell to the ground, my legs not willing to take me further. I heard shouts somewhere distant, and felt arms around me as for the second time since coming here, I was carried until I lost consciousness.

~~~~~`~

The morning brought an aggravated stump and a sore body otherwise. My feet hurt the most from their uncovered travels, but my head screamed it's own woes. I stared at the canopy above through tired eyes and somehow wasn't surprised to find myself back in the hospital. Thankfully, I was clothed this time.

“Goooood morning!” A familiar shrill voice shouted upon the door slamming open. “My my, it seems you like this place after all.” Anika stood over me with a grin.

“You think I like finding myself in a hospital bed?” I grunted. Saliva slowly coming back to my dry mouth.

“Well duh, you went and got hurt again just so you could come back. Right?” She was nudging me in the shoulder now. I knew she was playing around, but I couldn't help but grimace at the scene that played back in my mind.

“I guess so huh. Could you go get your dad for me?” Strange as it was, I felt he was the most reasonable person to trust. He had shown the most kindness besides Anika.

“What do you want with that old boring grump? I'm much more fun than him!”

I laughed at that, it hurt but it felt good. “Oh I know you are, but it's for something serious. Can you do it?”

She sighed but smiled at the fact that agreed with her. “Alright. But you hafta promise that you'll play with me after.”

“Deal.” I said with a wink.

Again, she giggled and ran off, bumping into a nurse just outside the door. I slipped down further into the thin sheets and tried to close my eyes, but images burned into the backs of my eyelids kept them open. So instead I continued my contemplation on Malik's offer. It didn't take me long to figure against it for the very reason I was back in this hospital. In fact I had decided to never speak with either the dragon who's name eluded me, nor Malik. As far as I was concerned, they were both shady characters and I wanted nothing to do with them.

A reserved knock on the door drew me from my thoughts, and I sat back up in the bed before bidding them to enter. As expected, it was Elesius, Anika of course close on his heals muttering a song or something of the sort. I expected him to give a more mature greeting, but it was not unlike Anika's.

“So you have returned.” He boomed with a chuckle. “These beds are decent, but I assure you we have the means to provide you with more convenient hospitality. Would you like me to arrange for an extended stay?”

“No, I'm afraid not.” I bit back my tongue concerning my circumstances. “I will be leaving soon, and I was hoping you could provide some food and drink for my trip.”

His expression somber now, and his voice with more emotion replied, “Well that is a shame. If it is what you wish, then it is my command. I am under no orders to keep you here, so you may do as you see fit. Though, if I may, you sound distraught. Mayhaps you wish to discuss the nature of your haste?”

I truly considered telling him what Spike had done, but again decided against it. I do not think Spike and Malik were citizens here, and therefore it wasn't of any concern to Elesius. And besides, I doubt my pride as a fighter would allow it. I settled on, “Nothing is the matter. I am looking for someone and I think the sooner I start, the more luck I will have. So can you get me the supplies?” I sounded a little too desperate at the end and cursed myself. Anyone with common sense would pick up that something was wrong and that I had more reason to leave than to go on a search.

Elesius stared at me long and hard, his gaze almost paternal, as if searching for the reason his daughter was upset. I was used to such a stare, so I tried to match it, not giving any information through my eyes. “Very well,” he sighed. “I will fetch you your supplies.” But instead of leaving, he drew closer and set his massive hands on my shoulders. “If anyone has wronged you, please inform me. It is my duty to keep the order and uphold our laws in this community so small of ours. I will not have crimes pardoned on the account of a prideful heart.” With that he left, Anika staying only for a moment, a look of sadness, before following.

I hadn't realized I was holding my breath until I let it out, slumping against the bed's backboard. It worried me that he was able to pick up on so much but Anika's look before she left frightened me. We exchanged words that would hardly incur such a reaction, and that led me to believe that Elesius was going to do something drastic. I could tell he was a goodhearted man, but the title of protecting the law came with radical thought processes.

Not wasting any more time, I slid out of bed and looked for anything I could use as shoes. I suppose these people did not have use for them, so I would have to make my own or cope without. I settled for a set of gauze footpads. My shirt was slightly torn, but nothing jeopardizing functionality, so I left it as it was. Satisfied with my appearance despite the lack of a mirror, I left the room, and made my way out of the hospital tree.

The day was still early when I stepped out to meet the crisp air. Vibrant hues of oranges, reds and yellows were spilling over distant mountains as the village seemed to come to life. I took a deep breath of the surprisingly clean (you come to expect smog after living in the city all your life) air, and did a few wake-up stretches.

“Right, first things first.” I wanted to meet up with Elesius and maybe discuss what it was I wanted to pack. However, and unfortunately, I made it not ten steps before I was stopped by someone I'd rather not exist. “I would not talk to me right now if I were you.” I muttered darkly, conjuring the most hateful scowl I could. Which I'd been told was certainly one to be reckoned with. A look a fear formed on his bruised face.

“Ami, I... I just want to... I didn't....” He stumbled over his words, stammering and sputtering. Eventually, he gave up on words, changing tactics and hoping I could understand his intentions from the look in his eyes. His gaze faltered as well not long after, my glare making him uneasy. He took a step forward, and I stepped back, my hand forming a fist on instinct.

His mouth opened as if to speak but his own voice betrayed him, and he stood dumbfounded. He sighed in defeat when he realized he had no words, and stepped back, looking at the ground. I left him there, continuing on my way.

“Are you sure this is all you desire to take? We have no shortage and you are welcome to however much you please.” Elesius inquired when I filled a water pouch and took a bundle of fruit, bread, cheese, and crackers. Admittedly, I had no idea where I was heading nor how long it would take. I figured traveling light would be best. On the one such rare occasion that my father took me on a hunting trip to Wisconsin, where his uncle lived, I had learned the basics of hunting and preparing a meal from the game. As far as I could tell, there were no guns so it might be difficult to do here, but I thought I could hunt if need be.

I smiled at his concern. “Ya, this will be fine. I have a favor to ask of you though.”

He grinned wide and laughed. “Anything for you, my friend. What is it?”

I was genuinely surprised at his quick judgment of me. It was curious that he was being so friendly. “Do you have a knife I could take? It might be helpful on the road.

“That I do. I will have one for you at the time of your departure. In the meantime, the Chief would like to see you before you leave. If you have no other business, then I would suggest you head in that direction. Afterward, I shall meet up with you at the front gate.” He nodded at me, his smile never faltering, and took his leave of the small storehouse. There were several dotting this village, each containing food, provisions, and tools.

As I was about to follow him out, a glint of silver caught my eye. It was not the dull gleam of the rusted and worn tools, but of something new and of higher quality. As I drew near to it's location, I found it to be a harmonica, or something similar at least. The shape was fundamentally the same, but there were far fewer holes in it than the instrument would require. A thin blanket of dust covered it, so I wiped it clean and studied it, turning it over in my hand, admiring the cold steel. Inlaid in the metal were small symbols above each of the holes. Nothing I recognized, but vaguely familiar in a sense.

I drew it near to my my mouth and hesitantly blew on the leftmost hole, which elicited a light note. It was high and sweet, almost hypnotic and I felt myself going light as if I were floating on a cloud. My mind seemed to dwindle on faraway thoughts, getting lost in a foreign train of thought and for a moment I felt as if I were about to fall asleep.

Yelling from outside brought me back. Just a commonplace yell of busy civilization, but I was startled all the same, and I hastily slipped the instrument into my sack and left before I caught myself in any more distractions.

Eventually the mossy stone of the temple came into view. The guards as always were silent sentinels, keeping monotone expressions, making only necessary movements when I approached to open the doors for me. I couldn't help but laugh at their seriousness but I felt bad for them and wondered if they were required to act like that all day.

I walked quickly down the long entrance hall, and when I entered the throne room, the Chief was indeed sitting there, her head cocked and sitting in the palm of her hand. I didn't know if I was supposed to bow or anything, so I settled with a quick nod and waited for a response.

In return, the Chief giggled and she sat up. “Oh you need not worry yourself with formalities. I merely wanted to wish you luck on your travels and perhaps send you with a little advice.” She was standing now, walking towards me. She stopped when she was at a comfortable talking distance.

“And that would be?”

“I'm fairly sure you have met the nomad Malik. It was his disciple who had saved you after all.” I quietly cursed, when she said that. “I happen to know that he will not be staying in this village for much longer. I would advise you to go with him. He is very wise and I believe his path will intertwine with your own goals.”

“Is that all?” I said bitterly. I'm sure I just sounded childish, but I didn't care since I had already decided I was not going to go anywhere with that man as long as he had the dragon boy accompanying him.

“No. My last gift is this. There is someone in this world who is your friend, and will stop at nothing to protect you. While I cannot tell you who they are, I can promise you will meet soon. Take comfort in that.”

This bit of information puzzled me to no end. “Does this have anything to do with what you said yesterday? You said this is where I belong.”

Seldanna thought for a moment before smiling, “Why yes it does.” That was all she had to say.

“And you're not going to give anymore info?”

“No, I'm afraid not. It is not my place to talk of such things in the first place. What I said yesterday was but of a slip of the tongue. Now, off you go.” She returned to her throne and gave me a wave, signaling that I was getting nothing more out of her.

I sighed and left, muttering curses under my breath. I swear I heard her laughing.

Returning to the tree house made hospital, I climbed the stairs until I reached where I had been staying the past few days. The clothes I had come to this world in were folded neatly on the bedside table, so I stuffed them in my pack. Next I went to the medicine cabinet sitting against the wall across from the bed and stole from it gauze, various antibiotics and sterilizers, as well as an itch cream that I thought might come in handy. My pack bulging now and betraying my own ideas to pack light, I headed out and towards the front gate.

A palisade was more like it rather than a traditional wall and gate. By the time I had found my way, Elesius was there as was Anika. I approached them with a smile, though I was aware of Anika's ferocious glares of hurt from being betrayed.

Before I could say anything, she spouted, “You liar! You said you would play with me, and now you're leaving? You're a meany!” She crossed her arms and 'humphed' turning away from me with a sour face. Despite the difference in species I found her adorable, and couldn't resist kneeling down to her level and throwing my arm around her. She squirmed around in my grasp for a moment before giving up and going limp.

“Please forgive me,” I said in a pleading voice. “I know I promised, but I can't stay.”

She remained silent.

“Pay her no mind. She would not be able or willing to hold a grudge against anyone.” He chuckled as he picked Anika up by her shirt and set her on his broad shoulders. “Now, here is this.” He brought out a long knife in a sheath and held it out to me. “No matter your intention, I pray you will not have to rely on it.”

“Thanks Elesius. You've helped me out so much already. I only hope I can someday repay you.” I shoved the knife in the pack as well but leaving the handle pointing upwards for easy access.

“Think nothing of it, it is both my duty and my honor. We are a proud people us elk. Take care, my friend. Safe journeys and may the spirits guide you on your path.” It seemed wrote, that last part, almost like a recited farewell.

I noticed his large hand outstretched and reached for it, my small hands in comparison being completely enveloped. He gave it a few hard shakes and suddenly pulled me into his chest, crushing the air out of me. “Please, visit us if you are ever in these parts.” Even still, I was in wonderment why he showed such friendship, as if I'd known him a lifetime.

When he finally did release me, Anika took her own liberties in jumping from her father's shoulders and wrapping her arms around my neck. “I'll go out and find you if you don't come back. You still have to play with me!”

“I will remember that. I will miss you Anika, keep your dad out of trouble for me.”

She sighed and looked up to her father then back to me, shaking her head. “You have no idea.” Which caused Elesius to erupt in raucous laughter. It was with that that I turned and walked out of the village. I did stop to look back once, and found smiling, warm faces telling me I was truly welcome to come back any time.

I giggled and spoke to the noon air. “Elk, Ponies, and Dragons. What an unbelievable hoax.” I continued down that dirt road, with the only thoughts occupying my mind being about Jareb and his troupe. And how I could not wait to kill him.

:~H~:

The road is not as lonely as one might assume when accompanied by your thoughts. You are too distracted by your wandering mind to really realize that you have no physical companion. I however was bored out of my mind, despite my thoughts, with the monotonous stamps of my feet on the ground. My bedtime slippers, as they happened to survive the ordeal, were in decent shape, but they were of little use to me at this point. The sharp gravel would tear them to shreds before I would get much use out of them. But that's not to say my gauze footwear were really any better.

The sun had dipped low in the sky and I guessed it was nearing dusk. There was little cover near the road besides the ever thinning trees and the rest was open grassland. Small mountains could be seen in the backdrop of the now barren sky, and little else aided to add variety to the landscape.

I decided a camp would be best and wandered from the road till I thought I was a safe distance and started gathering stones and twigs. After a modest pile, I gave up after giving thought to the most important tool in starting a fire. I had no matches, lighter, or flint. To hell with rubbing sticks together. It wasn't a terribly cold night, and I thought I'd be fine without the light. I was wrong.

Not long after setting myself on the ground and laying my head on my pack, I heard the rustle of grass being stepped on and a low breathing. I was certainly frightened by the thought of unknown company, but making any sudden sounds or movements would not help my case. I decided to slowly reach under my head for the knife hilt protruding from the top of the sack. I drew it from it's sheath, and held it tightly by my side, waiting for the perpetrator to make a move.

By the time my eyes had fully adjusted to dark and aided by the crescent moon's light, I saw a shape standing above me. It was not human, or dear-man for that matter, but a quadruped and a large one at that. It stared at me with hungry yellow eyes daring me to make a move. It's lips were curled back in a snarl, and it's white fangs caught the light giving them a menacing glow. I had to choke back the need to scream and run.

“So a human thinks she can reside where she pleases? Do you not think it odd that no other specimen dare trespass?” It's accusation did not carry anger or impatience, but instead curiosity and bewilderment. “Do not remain silent and hope for my boredom, or did you think me a common beast?”

I was speechless to say the least. What I guessed was a large wolf, was staring me in the face and trying to hold a conversation. I suppose I should not be surprised after talking with elk and dragon, but I let escape a small sound that betrayed my fear.

“Ah, do I frighten you, little human?” He spoke with amusement. “If I wished you dead, you would be, now sit up and take your part in this conversation. Unless you claim yourself mute.”

I obeyed, sitting up slowly and keeping the dagger hidden as not to instill hostility. Losing my face was the last thing I wanted right now. “Sorry, just a little... startled.”

“Understandable. I suppose I am not the image of benevolence. Still, why do you make camp on my grounds? Do not think yourself excused because you are a rare species. Speak up!” He was starting to sound impatient and, once again, I did not seek to anger him.

“Um... My apologies. I had no idea you owned this land. I am new to this world, as I've been told, and I have only just started traveling.” He looked at me unimpressed throughout my excuse. “Uh... sorry, I will leave.” I slowly started to my feet, gathering my pack and inconspicuously storing my knife back in it's sheath. After my first step:

“Halt. You need not fear. I will grant you temporary hospitality, in exchange you will tell me your tale. I am nothing if not curious about a human trespasser.” He dropped his full weight to the ground, shaking it noticeably and making a loud thud. I noticed his eyes were now a deep, vibrant blue instead of yellow as they were. His fur shuddered in the wind, and he continued glaring at me like a puppy would awaiting a treat. To a bystander I would have looked like I was talking to myself. The Wolf's jaw did not move a muscle when he spoke, and instead I heard it as if he were inside my head.

“OK.” I said quickly, dropping my back and sitting cross-legged in front of him. I told him about Jareb, and my quick induction into this world against my will. I left out my parents, and the elk folk in case he would attack them, being so close to his apparent property. He let a soft growl when I mentioned the loss of my arm, but he was otherwise silent and listening. We remained silent for quite some time when my tale ended, and I couldn't help but grown uncomfortable from his continued staring.

Suddenly, roaring laughter ripped from his throat and filled the night air. It hurt my ears with the volume, as well as my feelings. Was he mocking me? His laughter continued for a good few minutes before he settle down. “Excuse me. I...” He laughed again, turning from a deep bellied laughter into high squeaks due to lack of air. “I do not aim to mar your pride. But surely you jest.”

I was utterly confused as one might imagine, all I could manage was a small shake of my head.

“The being known as Jareb. I know it well. He was banished a millennium ago, and you claim it was on your own world that he landed. And he has now returned along with you? Am I correct?

I nodded.

“Well that is some news indeed. One that brings me great joy in fact.” He grew serious, his canine smile dropping quickly into a frown. “What's more. You are, in fact, one of the Homunculi?”

I felt a large pit forming in my stomach. “That's what they said. I don't know anything about it. They said something about bringing back my memories, but I want nothing to do with them.”

“Ah, but you cannot deny your existence as a Homunculus.” He slowly said in almost a hum. Some voice in the recesses of my mind was screaming at me to run. To get away from this massive wolf that could swallow me whole and not think twice about it. His lips formed a grin that should be impossible which gradually formed into a snarl, his massive canines dripping with saliva.

In the blink of an eye, his head darted forward, crashing into empty ground. I thanked my quick reflexes as I was sent sprawling in the grass a few feet away. I heard a very low, very vicious growl to my right, and I rolled a few more feet before jumping to my feet. The wolf was quicker than me however, and was already crouching for another pounce. His actions were a lot faster than before and I had trouble getting out of the way. The side of his muzzle slammed into my shoulder, and I was once again sent to the ground. Adrenaline kicked in as my breathing grew ragged. I knew if I was not at the top of my game, this is where I would meet my end. There was no outrunning this opponent. What's more, with no cover besides a few lonely trees, there was no place to hide or escape to. I coughed and pulled myself up, holding my shoulder. Despite the lack of an arm, I felt that my shoulder was dislocated.

More deep chuckles escaped the cloud of dust, as I struggled to maintain my footing. I felt dizzy and nauseous. “You will meet death tonight, cursed one.” I heard the pounding of his paws, and tried to dodge again, throwing myself into a somersault perpendicular to the direction the noise was coming from. My attempts were more successful this time, and I found myself next to my sack. I quickly pulled my knife out and tossed aside the sheath, running the direction I had come from. I had to get out of this dust.

My efforts were rewarded by a breath of fresh air, as the cloud faded. I turned to assess my position relative to the wolf, but was quickly knocked aside again by a paw. I cried out as my already injured shoulder was knocked back into place. However, before I could get up again, there was a weight on my chest that grew heavier by the second. I looked into the eyes of the wolf, now turned red and seeping with malice.

“You may not realize your past actions, but they are unpardonable under any circumstances. I will be your judge, jury, and executioner this night. Prepare yourself!” He howled and it turned into a roar. With nothing else to do, I drove my knife into this leg as far as I could. The sound that proceeded my actions made me want to die all the same. My head pounded, and I screamed out as well, joining the cacophony of pained wails. I somehow managed to bring myself back enough to dig out the knife and re-insert it a little higher. This lifted the paw from my chest, and I rolled out, wanting to vomit every time I landed on my chest. I suppose it was due only to adrenaline, but I was able to stand again. But I immediately lost balance and fell to my knees. I vomited, seeing blood in the mix, and coughed violently, trying to get even a gulp of air. Without thinking, I started running again, my mind being on a single track. Escape!

I lost all sense of direction as a lumbered around. The world seemed to spin around me, the ground mixing with the sky, creating a slurry of dark colors. My head slammed into the ground and I vomited again. This time, however, I made no attempt to get up. My body was done and so was I. I closed my eyes and cried. I do not know how long it was before my eyes shot open again in shock. I felt my spine crack, perhaps in many places, as hot breath warmed my neck, making the hair there stand straight. My mouth opened wide, but nothing came out. I could not even form a scream. I silently yelled as my body went numb and cold. Colder than I was before. With all intentions of proving the wolf right, I let my body go limp, and I slipped away.

“Ragnar!” The word pierced through everything and I jolted awake. It was loud and angry. Though I could not feel the pain anymore, I felt the weight lift from my back, seeing the paw drop to the side of my body. “Old friend, what have you done?” The voice continued, drawing near.

“This prey is mine. We may be old friends, but you overstep your authority in my own house. Begone.” The wolf sneered.

“Spike! Retrieve Ami.” I didn't understand why, but the wolf allowed it.

'Spike? Who's Spike? What's going on?' Even in my head, my words sounded slow and mispronounced. My body started to move on it's own, sliding on the ground over clumps of dirt and grass. Eventually the adrenaline wore off and the pain bore down on me full force. I started screaming again and I tried to fight back at my captor, but when my arms failed to move, I attempted to form words. Only a cough erupted from my throat, blood coming with it. 'Please stop.' I mumbled to my own consciousness, unable to form the words.

“Hold on.” A soft voice spoke above me. We stopped moving and I silently thanked the disembodied voice. Until my body was lifted from the ground and cradled in scaled arms. I grunted, and lost consciousness.

I woke once more, to see fuzzy figures dancing in the darkness. They were large, both the size of the wolf. They repeatedly connected, only to draw apart. I heard nothing, I felt nothing, and I knew nothing. My mind was tired, and due to a warm numbness, I accepted the embrace of sleep.

Author's Note

If there is by chance anyone reading this story of mine, then I thank you and apologize for the large time gaps in between chapters.
I also apologize for any inconsistencies between chapters. I am often tired and busy, allowing me only to write from time to time. I do not have any editors/proofreaders. If you find anything, please inform me. If, perhaps, anyone is willing to be an editor, let me know. That would be awesome!