[On Earth]

“Gods damn it, Mechanica! How have you not made any progress in making a weapon capable of killing that bastard?!” Lucian exclaimed slamming a fist on the table.

Mechanica Mk. 2 glared at him. “I don’t know what you expect of me, Lucian. I may be a highly advanced golem but I’m only mortal and I have the mind of a human. Killing a god is not a simple matter. If it were so easy then you wouldn’t need the Research and Development branch for this in the first place. The fact of the matter is, we have no idea how to kill gods unless it's one god killing another. Lord Lanius has been trying but they are too evenly matched in power. So, we have to conduct research into figuring out how to kill Silvanus through more technological means. Research, by its very nature, takes a long time. Especially when it comes to matters as complex as this.”

“We don’t have a long time you stupid metal son of a bitch! Do you have any idea how many people are dying everyday in this fucking war?!” Lucian shouted.

“Yes, I am painfully aware of the numbers. My branch is the one who collects such data in the first place. I am doing everything within my power, so do not insult me! If you think it's so easy why don’t you go out and kill him yourself?!” Mechanica Mk. 2 growled, unable to conceal his rage.

“Both of you knock it off!” Isabelle ordered them in a strict tone. “Lucian, stop antagonizing him! Mechanica, you need to calm down! I know the situation is dire but all of us are doing our best. To expect anything more than that is unreasonable.”

“I agree with Isabelle. Now is not the time for any sort of conflict between the five of us. If we start fighting each other right now, Humanity is as good as dead. We need to work together now more than ever.” Alexander stated in a grim tone.

Lucian grumbled to himself and took a swig from his flask. “Whatever… We need to reinforce the eastern border of the kingdom. The Serpents are putting a lot of pressure on us over there. As things are, our eastern defenses will collapse unless they’re given immediate support. I suggest we divert some troops and Heavy Combat Golems from the southern border since we are experiencing very little pressure there at the moment.”

Morgan shook her head. “I disagree. Think about it, the south is a prime target for them. The fact they haven’t been attacking it means they’re probably trying to get us to divert resources from the south so it will be more vulnerable. Then they’ll probably lead a massive assault on our weakened bases there that will cause the south to fall. Our best option would be to recall soldiers and combat golems from our invasion forces. In my opinion we need to focus on defense more than offense right now.”

“That would be a wise decision, however you need those troops to cripple the Serpent’s supply lines and mass production ability to weaken them. You cannot remain on the defense forever otherwise you will be locked in a war of attrition that you will slowly start to lose.” Lanius advised. He was not a god of war or strategy so this was definitely not his strong suit, however he was still a god and was thus still highly intelligent. Thus the reason he was allowed to participate in the strategy meetings between the high lords.

Lucian opened his mouth to reply, however before he could say anything vines shot up from out of the ground and wrapped around his throat before squeezing tight enough to completely sever his head and a root shot up from out of the ground and stabbed Alexander through the chest. Then there was a flash of green light as Silvanus appeared in the middle of the room and smashed Morgan’s head in before vaporizing Mechanica Mk. 2 with a blast of leaf green energy. He then grabbed Isabelle by the throat and lifted her up off her seat and raised a barrier around them so Lanius couldn’t interfere, which he was trying very hard to do at that very instant. This entire process took a matter of nanoseconds. The part that took him the longest was grabbing Isabelle by the throat because he was trying to move slow enough so as to not kill her.

Looking at Isabelle who was struggling in his grip he said, “You know… Even though they’re fighting alongside the Humans, I honestly have nothing against the Elves. Your human half disgusts me, but your elven half is fine. Plus you annoy me the least out of all the High Lords. After all, you only control the Medical branch. So, you know what? Since you're a half elf I suppose I’ll show you a bit of mercy. I won’t kill you like I did the rest, but since your half Human I can not stand your presence. So, I’ll be getting rid of you the same way I did that metal bastard. So when you meet Gerhardt again, please give him my worst regards and let him know that humanity is doomed and it's all his fault.” With that he opened a portal to the world Gerhardt had ended up in and threw her through it.

He knew the gods of that universe and the Greater Gods wouldn’t care that he opened a simple portal and tossed a mortal through it since he wasn’t really doing anything that would offend them. If they would get offended by this then they would have been offended when Gerhardt had ended up there in the first place. The fact they didn’t meant that this would be fine. After all, it was only a mortal. It wasn’t like he had sent a spirit or anything of any true significance. Mortals were like ants. Sending a whole hive to another country where they were not indegenous would be a problem as they would then be an invasive species. But sending one or two to another country would be irrelevant. No god would care about such a thing.

“SILVANUS!” Lanius shouted loud enough to be heard throughout the entire city as he attacked the barrier, trying to break it.

Silvanus turned and smirked at him. “Lanius.” He chuckled to himself. “Don’t you worry, we’ll have a chance to fight again. However, right now I just had to dispose of some trash. I’m sure the humans will handle the news of the loss of their pathetic leaders well. Good bye.” With a laugh he teleported away. His laughter continued to echo through the room for a few moments even after he was gone.

Lanius cursed furiously. He should have seen this coming! Damn him!

Suddenly another portal opened into the room and Mechanica Mk. 2 stepped through. He had been remotely controlling another body to attend the meeting as he had been working on developing a weapon to kill Silvanus and didn’t have time to stop. He sent a remotely controlled body to do this as he needed his main body in the lab since he couldn’t channel magic through any bodies he was controlling remotely. Now he came in his main body.

Looking around at the corpses his eyes flared up and he growled in rage. “Lord Lanius, do you have any allies amongst the other gods?”

“Indeed I do, golem. Why?” Lanius inquired.

“With the deaths of the other high lords, the human kingdom will be thrown into chaos once again. At least until four new high lords are chosen. This could lead to disaster. So forgive my impudence, but I would like to request that you seek their aid. Without assistance, we are going to lose this war and Humanity will be destroyed. If you are acquainted with them I would recommend going to the Gods worshipped by the Elves and the Dwarves. The Elves and Dwarves are our greatest allies and are already fighting alongside us. So it is my hope that it will not be too difficult for you to convince their gods to lend us aid in our war against Silvanus.” Mechanica Mk. 2 explained.

“You know, if I do this then Silvanus will surely do the same. It will end up making this war even more devastating than it currently is. When gods go to war with each other, mortals always suffer.” Lanius said in a very grim tone.

“I realize. However our situation is at the point where I no longer care. If we don’t gain assistance, we are going to die. Suffering is a small price to pay compared to the complete and utter extinction of mankind. As long as it is within my power I will pay any price to guarantee the safety of Humanity, personal or otherwise.” Gerhardt stated firmly.

Lanius sighed and looked at his sword. “Very well, machine. I will do as you request. Pray to the Greater Gods that you have not made a grave mistake by asking this of me, lest this world fall to ruin.”

[Equestria]

It had been a week since the manticore attack and all of Ponyville was in mourning. A memorial service had been held in honor of those who lost their lives during the attack. Almost all of Ponyville had attended as many were either related to or knew and were close with the victims of the attack. Thus the atmosphere of the usually bright and cheerful town was very downcast and depressive. The streets were quieter than they usually were, the ponies were far more glum than usual, and Pinkie Pie was trying her best to cheer everyone up but she wasn’t having much success.

Worse still while Twilight’s condition seemed fine for a couple of days it had started deteriorating and the doctors were trying their best but they weren’t certain they could save her. The augmentations Gerhardt had installed in her were helping to an extent but not enough to stop her condition from deteriorating. They were only slowing the process down and that was only because of the work the doctors were putting in. Without one or the other her condition would be deteriorating much faster.

Gerhardt had officially made himself his new body and now looked completely human again, minus his eyes which still looked like solid blue glowing orbs. He had even reprogrammed his motor cortex to make his movements look perfectly natural and had made it so he used body language again, just like a normal human. It was honestly a surreal experience for him. He had spent so long looking like he did that looking human again felt strange to him, to say the least. Plus having skin again made everything feel different from the perspective of touch since it had a lot more give to it than solid metal. Everyone seemed to be having a positive reaction to his new appearance. At the very least he didn’t scare small children nearly as much as he used to, though he was still debating whether that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Pixel was still very upset that she had killed the manticore and she was sad about the condition Twilight was in. So, just like the rest of Ponyville, she was significantly quieter and less cheerful than usual. Even after Rarity had delivered her new dress, Pixel now rarely left the house to go hang out with her friends anymore. Gerhardt had no issues with this as it meant he had more time to teach her. However, he did not like the change in her personality. Unfortunately he still had no idea how to help her. He was actually starting to consider going to Twilight’s library and reading everything she had on psychology in hopes that he may learn how to help her.

Then one day, a portal opened above Ponyville and a figure came flying out of it. Catching herself with telekinesis a few dozen feet from the portal, Isabelle looked just in time to see the portal close behind her trapping her wherever the hell Silvanus had just sent her. Lowering herself to the ground she found herself in the middle of some strange town surrounded by what appeared to be horrifically mutated equines. Some had horns like unicorns, others had wings like pegasi, and some lacked either. Many of them were staring at her.

She would have said she came in peace and asked where she was, but she had a very strong feeling that these creatures would not be able to speak any language she knew. She also didn’t have a universal translator on her since she hadn’t needed one during the strategy meeting since all of the other high lords and Lanius the Executioner all spoke the human language. So she just gave an awkward smile and waved, hoping none of them would attack her or flee in terror. Fortunately, none of them did. In fact, they seemed more curious about her than anything.

Relieved, she turned and was about to start walking away but paused as she noticed one of the ponies now standing in front of her. It was one of the ones without a horn or wings. It had pink fur, a pink mane and tail, and what appeared to be a tattoo of sorts depicting balloons on her flanks. It also appeared to be very excited to see her. It began making a bunch of noises that sounded like the noises horses made, just arranged in a significantly more complex manner. Apparently it was trying to talk to her.

“Er… I’m sorry, but I don’t understand what you're saying and I can only assume you don’t understand what I’m saying either.” Isabelle said, trying to get the small mutant horse to understand the fact they spoke separate languages.

The horse appeared confused for a moment then it seemed to begin thinking to itself. After a couple moments it seemed to have an idea. Biting the sleeve of Isabelle’s robe the mutant horse began trying to pull her somewhere.

Isabelle decided to just follow along. She had no idea where it was bringing her but she was curious and the horse didn’t appear to be hostile towards her, quite the opposite in fact. So she doubted that it was trying to lead her somewhere dangerous. Besides she may have been a medical mage but she was still a trained soldier and her intricate knowledge of biology meant she knew exactly where to hit, cut, stab, or shoot something in order to kill it. Plus she had long since mastered biomancy and could alter a creature’s heart, lungs, brains, or other internal organs in such a way as to kill them. Biomancy was the alteration of biology via magic. That meant it could be used for a lot more than just healing. She found it was also quite useful in battle and while interrogating captured enemy soldiers.

The pink horse ended up leading her to what appeared to be a two story house. Releasing her sleeve it said something to her before trotting up to the front door and knocking. Isabelle decided to just stay where she was for the moment.

After a few moments the door opened and Isabelle saw what appeared to be a tall human man with short black hair, a short black beard, ghostly pale skin, and solid blue glowing eyes. He also appeared to be wearing a pitch black robe that the technomancers in the R&D branch would wear. The man looked down at the small pink horse and opened his mouth to say something before he noticed her.

He stood there staring at her in shock for a few moments with his jaw hanging open. After a couple moments he shook his head and said, “Isabelle?! What in the names of all the gods are you doing here?! No, more importantly how did you get here?!” Pushing past the small pink horse he immediately began walking over to her.

Isabelle jerked, startled by the man’s voice. She recognized that voice anywhere. In fact, she had heard it only minutes ago back in the meeting room. “G-Gerhardt?! Is that you?!”

Gerhardt nodded. “Indeed it is. Apologies, I realize that my current appearance is unfamiliar to you. This is what I used to look like in my younger years back when I was organic. I only altered my appearance to this a few days ago. Anyways, that’s not important. How did you get here?! What is the current status of the kingdom?!”

Isabelle looked at the ground and said, “Gerhardt… Things have not been going well in your absence. May I come inside? It will take awhile to fill you in on everything and I would prefer to sit down for this conversation.”

Gerhardt winced. “Yes, of course you may. Though, um… Unfortunately the only thing I have for you to sit on is a bench which I made for any of the ponies that came over. I’m afraid I don’t have any proper chairs. I would go out and buy you one, but I’m afraid any sold in town are designed for ponies. I would have to build you a chair myself.”

Isabelle chuckled and shook her head. “Gods above… Even trapped here in an alien world, you never change, do you Gerhardt? It’s fine. This bench may be a bit small for me but I’ve sat on worse things. Though before we talk I have to ask, who’s your friend?” She motioned to the pony that was standing there listening to them talk with a massive smile on its face despite clearly not understanding a word they were saying.

Gerhardt sighed and rested his face in one of his palms. “Please… Don’t mention friendship around the ponies… They are obsessed with the concept for some reason… She is not my friend. Regardless, I’ll activate my universal translator and introduce you to her. Miss Pie, this is my colleague Isabelle Sano. She is the high lord of the medical branch of the Human Kingdom. Isabelle, this is Pinkie Pie. She’s a baker. My universal translator is active so you may speak to each other now.”

“Hiya, Isabelle! It’s super duper great to meet you! Well, technically I met you earlier but we couldn’t understand each other but now we can for some reason and I am super happy to be able to talk to you! Uh… I’m really, really sorry but you were part of the medical branch sooo that means you’re a doctor… right?” Pinkie Pie’s face changed from happy to concerned as she asked if Isabelle was a doctor.

“Hello, Pinkie Pie. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Yes, I’m a doctor. Why do you ask?” Isabelle inquired curiously.

“Well… One of my bestest friends in the world is really hurt… Gears tried his best to help by giving her augmentations but the doctors say her condition is getting worse… We’re… We’re all really worried that she might not make it… You’re from his world, right? So you’ve gotta know some sort of super advanced healing magic or something, r-right…? Please, you’ve gotta help Twilight!” Pinkie Pie requested, her usual cheerful demeanor melting away as she thought about the condition Twilight was in.

“Hmph… You know, you are quite possibly the most skilled biomancer I’ve ever known in all my centuries, Isabelle. If anyone could save her it would be you. Regardless, we can discuss that particular matter later after you update me on everything that’s happening back on Earth. Miss Pie, I thank you for bringing Isabelle to me however I’m afraid I don’t think you will have much to contribute to our conversation.” Gerhardt said, crossing his arms behind his back.

“Oh, alright! I guess I’ll see you both later then! It was nice meeting you, Isabelle!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed before walking away.

Gerhardt led Isabelle inside the lab. She was shorter than him by quite a bit, especially given the fact that she was a half elf, so the low roof didn’t force her to hunch over like it did to Gerhardt. However her head did just barely brush the roof. She awkwardly sat down on the too-small bench and said, “You know, Gerhardt, your sense of decoration is god awful. And by that I mean it’s completely non-existent. This place is more bland and boring than a gods damned prison cell.”

“Aesthetics are meaningless. This place serves its purpose and that’s all it needs to do. Anything else is irrelevant. Now, on to more important matters. What’s happening on Earth?” Gerhardt inquired.

Isabelle sighed and shook her head. “Nothing good.” She muttered. She then began explaining everything that’s been happening while he’s been gone.

As she talked Gerhardt’s eyes slowly started to dim more and more the more he heard. Eventually he sat down on the opposite side of the room with his back against the wall, completely overwhelmed by everything Isabelle was telling him. It was just as bad as he had expected if not worse. He couldn’t help but blame himself for all of this. He remembered what Celestia had told him back in the Crystal Empire but those words meant nothing to him right now. He was hearing exactly what was happening on Earth and all the chaos and devastation being unleashed upon the Human Kingdom.

Resting his face in his hands he would have probably started crying but even with his new body he had not given himself the ability to do so. Gods above he wished he had died centuries ago so none of this would have ever happened. Why? Why couldn’t he have ever just laid down and died when he should have? Now the entire world was paying for his stubborn selfish refusal to die during his allotted time. He hated himself. He desperately wanted to die but he knew it was already too late and his death here would not stop the apocalypse that Silvanus had already started. Plus he knew that if he died Pixel would be devastated and he would be leaving her all alone.

Isabelle noticed the state he was in and asked, “Gerhardt? Are you alright?”

“No…” He told her, his voice having lost a lot of quality. “No, Isabelle, I’m not… But my mental and emotional state is irrelevant… Thank you for telling me all of this… So… I assume you were sent here by Silvanus… What of the others and my mind clone?”

Isabelle frowned at him. “It is relevant to your mental health, but I suppose I’ll let this go for the moment. As for the others… Well… They aren’t here. Silvanus killed them all… Apparently the only reason he spared me is the fact I’m a half elf and since as the High Lord of the Medical branch I annoyed him the least. That’s what he told me anyway.”

“I see… Then I pray that Lord Lanius shall be able to lead and protect the Human Kingdom in our stead… Gods this is a disaster…” Gerhardt muttered.

Then Gerhardt’s sensors detected Pixel approaching the house. Moments later the door opened and she walked inside. “Daddy, I’m home from school… Who’s this? She looks so much like us!” Pixel inquired excitedly. Her reaction was a bit less than what it would have been prior to the manticore attack but seeing someone that looked like them was surprising enough to elicit excitement from her.

Isabelle looked over at Pixel in shock. “Gerhardt? What is this?” She asked.

Gerhardt sighed and stood up. “Pixel, this is my colleague Isabelle Sano. She is or… was the High Lord of the Medical branch. She just recently arrived in this world in much the same manner as I did. Isabelle, this is my daughter Pixel. She is a sapient golem. Before you say anything, yes I realize creating sapient golems is illegal in the Human Kingdom. However we are not in the Human Kingdom and likely have no way to return. Plus you and the others already violated that law by creating a mindclone to replace me. Granted our reasons for creating sapient golems are very different but still.”

“I see…” Isabelle muttered. Looking at Pixel she smiled and said, “Hello, Pixel. It’s a pleasure to meet you! I have known your father ever since I first became a High Lord nearly a century ago. Anyways, Gerhardt, it has been over eight hundred years and never once in all of history have you ever shown even the slightest interest in starting a family or raising a child. The apprentices you taught don’t really count since everyone in the kingdom knows you never grew attached to any of them. What changed? Is it the fact that you no longer have the responsibilities of a High Lord or a soldier of the Human Kingdom?”

Gerhardt shook his head. “No. Of course not. I originally intended for her to be a friend/lab assistant as a way of getting out of some ridiculous task the ponies required of me. Though it turned out she had the mind of a child and thought of me as her father, so I had no choice but to accept her as my daughter. Even so, I love her all the same. Unfortunately even here in this world there are individuals targeting her in order to get to me. Just last week while I was away on business she was attacked by a chimeric creature known as a manticore which is essentially a lion with the tail of a scorpion and the wings of a bat. I have significant reason to suspect someone was controlling it and was using it to try and kill her. So she ended up having to kill it in defense of her own life.”

Isabelle sighed and rested her face in one of her palms. “You’re already making enemies, I see… Gods damn it, Gerhardt… Pixel, I’m sure that must have been a very traumatic experience for you. As the High Lord of the Medical branch I am an expert in all fields of healthcare from biological to psychological. So just know if you ever need someone to talk to about what you went through I am always available. Especially now that I’m stuck here in this world and my schedule is now effectively non-existent.”

Pixel gave her a small smile and said, “Thank you… Um… Since you can’t go home are you going to be staying here with me and daddy?”

“That is entirely up to your father.” Isabelle stated.

“Of course you may stay here. I can’t just leave you to sleep on the streets. We’ll have to either go and buy you a bed or I will have to make you one myself, plus we don’t exactly have anything to store food. So I’ll have to build a refrigeration device. This building does have a stove, however. I have been using it as a burner to heat chemicals for alchemy but after wiping it down it should be safe for you to use to prepare food. Though I will have to either purchase or build cooking utensils, silverware, and dishes for you to use.” Gerhardt told her.

“Thank you very much, Gerhardt. I apologize that you have to waste so much of your budget on me. I’ll try my best to repay the favor.” Isabelle said in a grateful tone.

Before Gerhardt could say anything else in response his sensors detected a unicorn and a demigod approaching his door. After a moment there was a knock. Since Pixel was the closest one to the door she turned and opened it. She greeted Shining Armor and Cadance before letting them come in.

Both Shining Armor and Cadance looked at Isabelle. Gerhardt immediately activated his universal translator again before Shining Armor started talking. “I’m sorry if we’re interrupting but you’re the doctor Pinkie Pie told us about, right? The one from Gerhardt’s world?” Shining Armor inquired. He looked absolutely terrible. He obviously hadn’t been getting much sleep this past week especially after Twilight’s condition had started to deteriorate. Princess Cadance was not in much better condition.

Isabelle nodded. “I am. I assume this is about this “Twilight” individual she happened to mention?”

Cadance nodded. “Yes it does. Though before that I think introductions are in order. I’m Princess Cadance and this is my husband Shining Armor. Twilight Sparkle is Shining Armor’s younger sister. She was seriously injured in the manticore attack. Gerhardt gave her some augmentations to try to help her but her condition has still been deteriorating. The doctors give her somewhere between a few days and until the end of the month to live.”

“Hm… I might be able to help but I would have to see her condition for myself first.” Isabelle told them.

“Since you don’t have an Equestrian medical license you will need an official permit from Princess Celestia first if you want to operate on anyone. She issued one to me a few days after I first arrived so I could legally give people augmentations, but it’s under my name so I can’t just let you borrow it or I would. You’ll need her to issue you one of your own.” Gerhardt interjected. “Give me a few moments. I’ll go send her a letter. I assume we should be getting a response in a few minutes.”

With that Gerhardt left to go get a piece of paper and write Celestia a letter. After writing the letter and sending it through the small portal device he had made so he and Celestia could send letters back and forth to each other without the need for going through an intermediary like Spike, he stood there and waited for a response. As he had assumed he got a response within a matter of minutes. Apparently she and Luna would both be coming over to meet Isabelle later that night when both of their schedules were free. They would be expediting the paperwork required for Celestia to issue someone a medical permit so it would be ready by the time they arrived so they could deliver it in person.

Gerhardt wasn’t even remotely surprised by this. Of course they would want to meet Isabelle in person. Not only was she another former high lord from his world, but she could potentially save Twilight where he failed to do so. He had not lied earlier. She was indeed quite possibly the most skilled medical mage or biomancer that he had ever known. Her biomancy and medical knowledge completely outclassed his in every capacity.

Heading back to the living room he saw Isabelle, Shining Armor, and Cadance having a conversation. Pixel seemed to just be sitting on the sidelines listening. Waiting for a gap in the conversation Gerhardt said, “The princesses will be coming by later tonight, Isabelle. It seems they wish to meet you in person. They are expediting the paperwork required to issue you a medical permit so they will be delivering it to you in person when they arrive.”

Isabelle sighed. “Am I to assume that this is a formal meeting or is it more casual? If it’s the former I’m afraid that Silvanus didn’t exactly give me time to grab my formal uniform.”

“I assume it will be casual. Besides, you needn’t worry. Not wearing your formal uniform will not offend them in the slightest. Such is the benefit of dealing with a nudist species, I suppose.” Gerhardt stated. “Now, if you would excuse me, I am going to go out to purchase the cooking implements and dishes you will require. I will also try to find a bed large enough to fit you, however I am unsure if any will be sold here in Ponyville. I may either have to go to a large city to purchase one or I will have to build you one myself. I shouldn’t be gone too terribly long, but I would appreciate it if you would look after Pixel until I get back.”

“Of course. Thank you, Gerhardt.” Isabelle gave him an appreciative smile.

With that Gerhardt turned and exited the building.

Author's Note

Hey everyone! I'll be honest, I wasn't really planning on sending any of the other High Lords to Equestria this early in the story, but given recent events in the story now just seemed to be as good a time as any to me. So I hope you all don't mind.

Though to be perfectly honest I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter. I like the concept behind it but I think I could have probably written it better.

Fun Fact: Both Mechanica Mk. 2 and Gerhardt can remotely control separate bodies. However the number they can control is quite limited due to the processing power required to do so and they can only channel their magic through their main bodies.

Fun Fact #2: Silvanus' grudge really only extends to Humanity. He honestly couldn't care less about their allies.

Fun Fact #3: I was actually considering forcing Mechanica Mk. 2 to sell his soul in exchange for what he requested of Lanius. However I ultimately decided against it since I'm pretty sure, unlike the Devil, Mors, or Erebus, Lanius likely has no interest in collecting souls. After all he's a god of laws and punishment (mainly execution, thus the title "the Executioner"). So honestly, what use has he for the souls of mortals?

Anyways, as always, constructive criticism is more than welcome. Please, tell me what you guys thought of this chapter and how you think I could improve if at all. I hope you all enjoyed reading this chapter as much if not more than I enjoyed writing it!

Stay safe out there everyone!