My breath hitched, forming a tight knot in my throat. Each step forward was a struggle, my foot dragging against the snowy ground. The metallic clang of my prosthetic reverberated in the cold air, jarring against the muffled stillness of the snow-covered expanse. I inched closer to the trio, the frost crunching softly beneath my weight. The three figures ahead slowly sheathed their weapons, their movements deliberate and cautious as my eyes darted over them, dissecting every feature, hunting for even the slightest flaw that could reveal a deception.

“Euro? Nep?” My voice was barely a whisper, thick with disbelief, my lips trembling as I dared to utter the names. “Cally? How...?”

The falling snow blurred their forms momentarily, but as I drew closer, their faces sharpened like ghosts emerging from the mist. They stood unnervingly still, their golden eyes—those unmistakable, inherited golden eyes—fixed on me. Every feature was as I remembered it, perfectly etched in my memory yet surreal in the flesh.

Neptune, the otherwise gentle giant, gazed at me with his bright golden eyes, bearing the same tenderness that had always softened his intimidating frame. His face bore faint scars—remnants of clumsy childhood scrapes, long before his healing abilities had matured. His thick white mohawk waved in the icy breeze, nestled between his horns, and his crooked smile emerged, as familiar as the winter wind biting at my skin.

Europa’s stark white hair danced in the gusts, a striking contrast to the deep brown and tawny hues of his fur. The patch of grey around the left side of his deep maroon eyes had spread since I last saw him, a detail that struck me with bittersweet clarity. His small fangs peeked from beneath his lips, and one ear drooped slightly, just as it had when he was young.

Calise’s delicate bat-like nose twitched, and her large ears flicked to dislodge the snowflakes clinging to them. She gazed quietly at me with her steel blue eyes, something she got from me, as her shaggy white mop of a head of thick hair shifted as her ears moved, while the darker maroon fur around her neck peeked from under her collar, framed by the snow that clung to her frame.

“It can’t be,” I murmured, the words catching in my throat like shards of ice. “This has to be some cruel trick the gods are playing on me.”

Their eyes softened, shimmering with sadness and empathy that cut through me more sharply than any blade.

“It can’t be true,” I repeated, shaking my head as my gaze dropped to the glasses still clutched in my hand, the frost clinging to the lenses blurring their surface. “It’s too good to be true.”

Calise moved first. Every step she took crunched softly in the snow, her small frame seeming even more fragile against the endless white backdrop. Her deliberate, telegraphed movements told me what she intended long before she reached me. I tilted my head down as she stopped in front of me, her short stature inherited from her mother. Gently, she placed a hand on my chest, her palm radiating warmth even through the cold. She looked up with a sad, knowing smile, her steel blue eyes shimmering like sunlight on fresh snow.

“Life’s been cruel to you, hasn’t it?” She said softly, her voice cutting through the frosty air and piercing straight to my core.

In that one sentence, that single touch, every fear, every doubt dissolved like snowflakes melting on warm skin. As I gazed into her eyes, I saw everything I needed to.

It was them. My children. My babies had come back to me.

The realization hit me like an avalanche. My knees buckled, the snow cushioning my fall as a flood of emotion overwhelmed me. Tears spilt freely, streaking down my face as my breath came in deep, broken sobs. The other two were at my side in an instant, their arms encircling me as I reached to pull them all into a trembling embrace. My tears dampened their fur and scales, mingling with the snowfall that clung to us.

My sobs morphed into quiet, unintelligible mutterings of apologies. For the fight moments ago, to not being there when they needed me most. For everything I had failed to do as their father

At some point, I realized I had let go of Calise’s glasses. My hands dug into the snow-covered ground beneath me, the icy crunch barely registering as I clenched my fist, the concrete floor hidden beneath the snow cracking under the pressure of my grip. My vision blurred, and my chest burned as my cries turned to quiet, incoherent mutterings. My stomach churned, and nausea swept over me, the cold air biting sharply against my overheated face.

The world around me faded into a haze. My ears rang, muffling the quiet reassurances they murmured. But their presence steadied me. Their soft words, the warmth of their touch amidst the frigid air, gradually pulled me back from the edge of despair.

When I finally found my voice again, it was shaky but calm, my breathing deep and deliberate. Neptune’s massive hand remained steady on my back, giving me a solid anchor in the storm of emotions. I leaned into his touch, my body trembling as the cold air cooled my tear-streaked face. The snow fell lightly around us, blanketing everything in a serene, fragile stillness.

Then Everything went black.

Waking with a sharp jolt, I was immediately greeted by a chorus of surprised yelps and murmured exclamations. My body instinctively flinched backwards, sending a tremendous ache pulsing through my skull. A guttural groan escaped my lips as my trembling hands rose to press gently against my closed eyes, seeking some relief from the throbbing pain.

"Y'all alright there, partner?" Applejack's familiar voice came through, soft yet tinged with concern.

"Yeah," I muttered, though my words were heavy with discomfort. "Just had a strange dream, I guess." The ache in my head thudded in time with my heartbeat, the sensation growing heavier with each pulse. "Ugh, this is a deep pain."

As I shifted slightly, the ache intensified, burrowing deeper into my senses. "Oh, cool," I grumbled sarcastically. "It gets worse."

"I can only imagine," Applejack replied, her words laced with a smirk that practically dripped from her tone.

"What's the last thing you remember?" Twilight's voice cut through the haze, startling me slightly.

I sighed, sifting through the fractured and blurry memories of recent events. They swirled together like a half-formed storm in my mind. "We were heading back after Ghost woke up," I began, the images forming slowly. "When we got back to my place, there was a letter waiting for me." The vague memory of the letter flashed before me, the text unreadable, yet the meaning behind it still lingered in my mind. "I went to the Castle of the Two Sisters and...found out who outed Blueblood, I think?"

"Nailed it like the fucking Romans," A voice quipped, casual, unexpected and disturbingly familiar.

My body shot upright in a heartbeat, the searing pain behind my eyes momentarily ignored. The concerned voices of Ghost and my friends surrounded me, but they faded into the background as my gaze landed on the smiling figures before me. The sight of them made my heart stutter and in a single moment, the memories came flooding back to me.

Before I could stop myself, I tried to stand, my movements were rushed and uncoordinated. I stumbled and fell to my knees, the metal rod in my prosthetic leg scraping audibly against the floor. Despite the sound, the floor remained unmarked. My prosthetic leg leaned against the long couch where I had been lying moments before. The trio of figures before me quickly knelt by my side, helping me back onto the couch. Their grins never faltered, much like the one that spread across my own face.

"It’s not a dream," I whispered, my voice trembling. "It’s not a trick." My smile widened, threatening to split my face in two. "You’re actually here!"

"We’re here," Neptune confirmed, his deep, resonant voice vibrating through my chest as he spoke.

"And we’re not leaving," Europa added, his baritone smooth yet firm—the very voice he’d inherited from me. "And neither are you. Not again."

Overwhelmed, I placed a hand on the back of Europa’s head, gently pulling him forward until our foreheads touched. The other two joined in, their warmth surrounding me. Ghost and the Elements quietly slipped out of the room, leaving us the space we so desperately needed. For a while, we simply stayed there, wrapped in each other’s presence, as though the act of separating might cause them to disappear. Tears welled in my eyes, a lump rising in my throat that I barely managed to swallow down. But the tears weren’t entirely defeated—just held back, for now.

Eventually, we pulled apart, though none of us moved far.

"So it was you three who gave Walter that letter," I said, the realization dawning. "You’ve been keeping an eye on me, haven’t you?" Their small, sheepish nods confirmed it. "If you knew I was here, why didn’t you come to me sooner?"

"Like you said," Calise spoke softly, her voice gentle but firm, "It felt too good to be true. We didn’t think it was really you. Everything you did… it just seemed like a cruel coincidence."

"Big ole optimism there-" Europa said, pointing to a nodding Neptune. "-was absolutely sure it was you, but me and Cally...we weren't so convinced," Europa continued, his ears splaying back slightly. "It wasn't until you saw and picked up her glasses that we knew for sure. The look you gave us told us everything we needed to know."

"Plus," Europa added with a faint smirk, "You had a different hair colour back then—and a beard."

I chuckled lightly, shaking my head at his remark. "Fair enough. But if you’re here, where are the others? Where’s your mother?"

The mood darkened, their smiles dimming as Neptune spoke. "We… we were separated not long after you vanished," he said quietly, his voice heavy with sadness. "We don’t know what happened to everyone else."

Calise stepped in, her expression resolute. "Which brings us to the other reason we stayed back," She said. "Just like you always taught us: stay your hand until you can act."

A proud smile crept across my face. "Atta girl," I said warmly. "So, what’s changed? Why now?"

~~

"Oh, I'm so happy for him!" Fluttershy said, her quiet voice brimming with genuine joy.

"You ain't the only one," Applejack agreed, tipping her hat with a warm nod.

"I don't think I've ever seen him so happy before," Rarity chimed in, her smile soft as she rested her head on Applejack's shoulder.

"I'll admit, I was a little sceptical about them at first," Rainbow Dash confessed from her perch on the kitchen island. She gestured vaguely with her hands. "I mean, they just showed up at the front door, the big guy carrying him over his shoulder, wearing those weird, I don’t know, robes? But the way he looked at them...you can't fake that kind of emotion."

"I'm so throwing them a reunion party!" Pinkie Pie exclaimed, practically vibrating with excitement as she bounced in place.

"I'm shocked he never mentioned them before," Twilight remarked, her brows furrowed in thought.

"He must have had his reasons," Spike said quietly, his voice trailing off. "Still, it kind of makes you realize how little we really know about him."

"Information like that ain't something you can just force out of someone," Ghost interjected, his tone calm but firm. "Shit like that takes time."

Rainbow Dash turned her attention to Ghost, her expression curious rather than accusatory. "I bet he's told you a whole lot, though. You two are pretty close. I get it, but still... it'd be nice to feel trusted, you know?"

"He has," Ghost admitted after a moment, and his simple statement immediately drew the attention of everyone in the room. "He told me everything—the day after he came back, actually. Everything that happened between the time he disappeared and when he returned."

"I knew about them, too," Applejack added, her voice steady but carrying a note of guilt. "He told me a while back, but I promised to keep it to myself until he was ready to share. Now that they’re here, I reckon it’s alright to say so."

"Wait, you knew?" Rainbow Dash asked, tilting her head slightly. "I mean, I get why you didn’t say anything—privacy and all that—but like... when did he tell you?"

Applejack rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "Hmm, maybe a couple days before he took Spike on as his apprentice."

Realization lit up Twilight's face, and she turned toward Spike, who seemed to be having the same epiphany. "That would explain why he was so hesitant to take you on," she said softly.

"Oh," Spike murmured, his voice barely audible. "It makes so much sense now."

"So... what else did he tell you?" Fluttershy asked, her voice as soft as ever as she looked at Applejack.

"Not much else beyond what we already knew," Applejack replied with a shrug. "It was more like... him getting some things off his chest. Honestly, it felt like a bit of a soft therapy session. I think he needed it."

"I knew she knew," Rarity interjected, raising a hand to preemptively cut off any questions. "But I didn’t press for specifics. It wasn’t my place."

Rainbow Dash raised an eyebrow. "Really? I’m surprised you didn’t ask, considering..."

"Darling, I may have a reputation as the Gossip Queen," Rarity replied, her tone poised, "but I respect someone’s privacy far more than I value satisfying my curiosity."

"Amen, sister!" Pinkie Pie declared, throwing her hands in the air in mock reverence before breaking into a fit of giggles. "Ohhh, I can’t wait to get to know them better!"

Suddenly, the sound of rushing footsteps broke through their conversation. Calise burst into the kitchen, sliding to a halt with an expression of mild panic.

"I need a bowl!" she exclaimed, scanning the room with urgency. "A big bowl!"

Without hesitation, Pinkie Pie reached into her hair and pulled out a bright pink plastic bowl, holding it out with a grin. "Here ya go!"

"Thankyousomuch!" Calise said quickly, grabbing the bowl and vanishing from the room in a blur of speed that left even Rainbow Dash momentarily stunned.

The group exchanged confused glances before instinctively moving to follow, curiosity piqued by the whirlwind departure.

~~

Heaving into the brightly coloured bowl, I felt Europa’s steady hand rubbing my back while Calise gently held back the loose strands of hair that had escaped my ponytail. Spitting out a few strands of saliva, I glanced up from the rim of the bowl to see Ghost and the rest of the group watching me. Their expressions, a mix of concern and curiosity, betrayed how unaccustomed they were to seeing me in such a vulnerable state.

“So, let me get this straight,” I rasped, my voice cracking as I clung to the rim of the bowl, fighting back another gag. “Your Uncle—my brother—is alive?” My throat tightened as the words left my lips, and I tightened my grip on the rim, bracing myself as my voice came out small and cracked. “You’ve all been alive this whole time... and I had no idea.”

Neptune shifted uncomfortably, speaking in a low, measured tone as though his words might wound me. “It’s one of the reasons we kept our distance. We knew you’d stop at nothing to get him back. You’d probably tear a hole straight to the planet’s core if you thought it’d save him.”

“You’re damn right I would,” I said, my voice low but firm. “I would tear this world apart if it meant keeping my family safe. And you were right to do what you did. You were just doing what I taught you.”

“What exactly were you doing, if you don’t mind me asking?” Ghost’s gravelly voice broke the momentary silence, his skull mask tilting slightly as he adjusted his posture.

The trio exchanged glances, their expressions guarded. For a moment, they gazed at Ghost with a look I couldn't quite place. Like they recognised him from somewhere but couldn't figure out why. But ultimately, Calise spoke.

“We were working in the background,” She said simply. “Keeping an eye on Dad while making sure Demon scouting parties didn’t grow too bold or launch unexpected attacks.”

“Wait.” I straightened, fixing her with a sharp look. “You three kept the Demons at bay? For how long?”

“Only until recently,” Europa admitted. “And it wasn’t all of them. Just smaller groups. The larger ones... we didn’t have the power to handle those, like during the two attacks on Ponyville. But we thinned their numbers where we could.”

“Atta boy!” I grinned, ruffling Europa’s hair, which earned an exasperated look from him and soft chuckles from his siblings. “Now, tell me—where is he? Where’s my brother?”

Neptune hesitated, his gaze dropping for a moment. “He was captured by Demons not long after you disappeared,” he finally said. “That’s why we were separated. But before they took him, he gave us his journal. It’s how we’ve kept track of key events... and why we’ve been waiting for the right moment to act.”

“Where is he?” I repeated, my voice laced with quiet desperation.

Calise stepped forward, walking toward one of the smaller chairs in the room. It was only then that I noticed how different they looked—dressed in simple, casual clothing instead of the ceremonial robes they had worn earlier, now neatly folded on the backs of various chairs. Calise picked up a satchel from atop her robes and rummaged through it, eventually pulling out a well-worn leather journal. She flipped through its pages until she stopped, reading something intently.

“He’s on a remote island in the Bahamas,” She said finally.

“And how do you know this?” Twilight interjected, her voice tinged with quiet intrigue.

“Months before his capture, he had a vivid dream,” Neptune explained. “It gave him cryptic details about the future. Just before we were all separated, he passed his journal to us. He’d written everything down.”

"He was always weirdly clairvoyant, but it was always only soon-to-happen events. But this?" I shook my head. "This seems beyond even his usual scope."

“We also had help from an... outside source,” Europa said slowly, his eyes flicking toward me for just a moment. That brief glance and the way he said it was enough to tell me there was more to the story than he was letting on.

“Who would that be, if you don’t mind me askin’?” Applejack asked, her tone curious but measured.

“He’d prefer to stay anonymous,” Europa replied.

“God damn it,” I groaned internally, fighting the urge to facepalm. The identity of the mysterious helper was now all but confirmed in my mind, especially after noticing the subtle grimaces on my kids’ faces. "It just had to be him, didn’t it?"

“So the journal is like a countdown,” Rarity said thoughtfully. “What exactly is it counting down to?”

“Every hundred years, the stars align, and the barriers between certain realms grow thinner,” Europa explained.

I groaned, rubbing the bridge of my nose. “Oh, come on. That’s so cliché.”

The trio broke into laughter, their amusement breaking the tension in the room, while the rest of the group exchanged amused glances.

“When can we get him back?” I asked, trying to suppress my impatience.

Calise stepped forward and handed me the journal. “This is the only part with clear instructions,” she said.

Taking the journal, I absently flipped through the pages, my brother’s handwriting as meticulous as I remembered. His entries were interspersed with surprisingly detailed sketches—burial mounds, animals, and scenic landscapes he must have encountered during his travels. I couldn’t help but smile as I reached the final page, where a short note awaited me:

When you try to get me out, do it a month or so beforehand. Let the poor bastard mentally prepare for that kind of shock to his system. God knows he’s gonna need it.
I know you’re reading this. It’s gonna work out—mostly because I know it’s you leading the charge.
Love you, bro. See you soon. <3

A smile tugged at my lips, though a deep ache settled in my chest. I swallowed hard, pushing down the overwhelming urge to storm that island immediately and tear through whatever defences the Demons had set up. But I reminded myself to stay patient, to practice the restraint I had always preached to my children.

This was going to be rough.

Waving off the ecstatic Elements of Harmony as they passed through the front gate of my home, I shut the door with an immediate groan. Leaning my head against the cool wood for a moment, I exhaled heavily before turning to my kids, rubbing the bridge of my nose as I prepared myself.

"Alright," I said with a resigned sigh. "Call him in."

"Call who, Sir?" Ghost asked, his voice tinged with confusion. Even through his mask, I could practically feel the raised eyebrow of scepticism.

"You'll see," Neptune said quietly, placing a calming hand on Ghost's shoulder.

"Are you sure about this?" Calise asked uneasily. Her tone betrayed a flicker of doubt. "You’re not going to... react like you did the last time, are you?"

Rolling my shoulders, I straightened my back and stood tall. "I’ve grown since then. I promise he'll leave intact this time."

The siblings exchanged hesitant glances before nodding in silent agreement. Moving to an open space in the house, they carefully set a small, metallic, circular trinket on the floor. The object whirred to life, expanding outward as its surface transformed from metal to stone, gaining a subtle height. Runes began carving themselves into its surface, glowing softly and casting an ethereal light across the walls of the thankfully windowless room.

From the centre of the circle, a blue portal spiralled into existence, releasing tendrils of smoke that drifted upwards. Moments later, the man of the hour emerged.

Thick, black horns curved upward from his head, which was unsettlingly noseless and adorned with a lipless grin. His lightly scaled, blue-grey skin shimmered faintly under the room's dim glow, and his lithe, serpentine body floated effortlessly above the portal. Expensive robes of gold-trimmed fabric draped across his frame, while a rope-bound orb suspended from his neck radiated an eerie green light. I recognized him immediately, much to my dismay.

Ghost instinctively summoned Yamato, the blade gleaming ominously as he assumed a defensive stance, his hand resting just above the handle's surface. He hesitated, though, when he noticed my still, unmoving form. I placed a hand on my hip, wordlessly gesturing subtly for him to stand down. Reluctantly, he relaxed, though he kept Yamato firmly in his grip, just in case.

"Vulgrim," I greeted flatly.

"My, my, look who it is!" Vulgrim exclaimed, his tone almost gleeful. He leaned forward, bowing slightly at the waist as if to get a better look at me. "You’ve changed."

"Och det har du inte gjort, tyvärr," I replied curtly, the words slipping out before I could restrain myself. Taking a deep breath, I reined in my frustration. "How do you know about my brother?"

Vulgrim clasped his clawed hands together, his grin never wavering. "Oh, you know me—I carry things others would... frown upon."

"Where is he?" I asked, my voice steady but demanding.

Vulgrim tilted his head, his bound orb glowing faintly as he idly caressed it with his larger, gauntleted hand. "Ah, that delightful gem is currently residing on an island in what is now known as the Bahamas."

"Be. Specific," I snapped, my eyebrow twitching as irritation crept into my tone.

Vulgrim's grin widened impossibly. "If you’d be so kind as to remove these pesky bonds, I’d be more than happy to provide the details!" He held up his shackled wrists, the thick metal glinting in the faint light, and bowed theatrically.

My response was immediate. I raised Ace, levelling the barrel squarely between his eyes. The slow yet sharp click of the hammer being pulled back punctuated the tense air, emphasising my point and leaving no room for negotiation.

"You will tell me regardless," I growled, my voice dropping into a low, guttural warning.

"Uh… you drive a hard bargain, friend!" He said, pulling back and quickly regaining his composure. "He’s kept at the centre of the main island, Isla de la Paz. Ancient magic binds him there, a magic known only to one individual."

"What needs to be done to break the spell?"

"Simple. Just return your brother’s missing pieces," Vulgrim replied with a sly grin.

"What do you mean missing pieces?" I snapped through clenched teeth, stepping forward sharply. Ghost’s hand tightened around the Yamato’s handle, ready to draw it at a moment’s notice.

Vulgrim raised his hands, retreating a step as his gaze darted around the room. He took in the weight of every pair of eyes fixed on him, then chuckled nervously before swallowing hard.

"Well, as you’re aware, he was taken by Demon forces some time ago," He began, his voice quick and measured. "What you don’t know is that they experimented on him, splitting him into four distinct pieces—each with a mind of its own."

He paused, smirking faintly. "But given your uncanny ability to attract chaos, I doubt reuniting them will be much of a challenge. The gathering part, anyway."

I narrowed my eyes. "And how exactly do we put his... pieces back together?"

"That part should be straightforward," Vulgrim said, his tone casual.

"How?" I pressed, my voice dropping to a dangerous edge.

"Just get them together in one localized spot," He explained hastily. "The rest will take care of itself."

I studied him for a moment, then slowly lowered my hand cannon. "How did you come across this information?"

Vulgrim’s lipless mouth curved into a smirk. "You know me—ever the observant type. Plus, I have... connections." His voice oozed with confidence. "Besides, there’s no such thing as priceless. Everyone has a price. The trick is finding the lowest bidder."

"You’re lucky you’re useful," I snarled.

"I’ll count my blessings," Vulgrim replied with a wide, toothy grin. "Now, will that be all?"

"Not unless you can move the stars into alignment ahead of schedule."

"No."

"Then there’s your answer." Holstering Ace, I turned to leave the room.

"What? No payment for services rendered?" Vulgrim’s voice dripped with amusement behind me.

Stopping just before the doorway, I took a deep breath and glanced back at my kids. "Only what is owed."

They nodded, and Calise summoned her satchel in a quick burst of dark gold flame with a small puff of light purple smoke and sparks framing it. Rummaging through it, she pulled out a small vial of bright, iridescent blue liquid and tossed it to the Demon merchant. Vulgrim caught it deftly, shook it near his ear, and grinned with a sharp, gnarly expression.

"You are as wise as you are powerful," He said gleefully. "A pleasure doing business with you and I highly doubt it will be our last!"

With that proclamation, he folded his arms across his chest and stepped into the portal. It sealed behind him with a quick snap, the runes along the stone dimming with a soft fwoosh. The massive object swiftly shrank back to its trinket size, the object clinking against he wooden floor as its stone-like texture shifted to polished metal. Neptune stepped forward to retrieve it.

With the deal concluded, I headed back into the living room, trailed by a confused Ghost and my trio of children, their expressions tinged with guilt as we sat down.

"Dad," Calise began, her voice tentative. "We know you’re—"

"Stop." I cut her off gently but firmly. "I know what you’re going to say. Don’t. I’m not mad. I’m not disappointed. You did what you had to do, I understand. I’m just not pleased that it had to be him."

"I’m sorry, sir, but… who was that?" Ghost asked, genuine confusion lacing his tone behind the skull mask.

"Vulgrim," I said wearily, the name itself draining me. "He’s a Demon deserter from… who knows how long ago. He claims to take a neutral stance with anyone who isn’t a Demon and will bargain for almost anything."

"And he’s incredibly testing," I added quickly.

"With all due respect, sir, but… you’re a Demon," Ghost pointed out.

"Half," I reminded him gently. "Let me rephrase: He takes a neutral stance with anyone who isn’t a full Demon. And my kids here are a quarter, so it makes sense he’s more inclined to make a deal with them."

Ghost glanced between me and my half-Chimera children, his confusion palpable.

"You’ve… never mentioned him," He said, the scepticism clear in his voice.

"Because I figured he’d have been picked off by now," I replied with a sigh. "Egg on my face."

"Fair enough," He asked after a beat. "So, what’s our COA?

"As much as I want to storm that island and brute-force my way to my brother, I know I can’t," I said, my gaze softening as I looked at my children, a sad smile crossing my face. "For now… I’m going to make up for lost time with the best Hearth's Warming Eve present I could have asked for."

Author's Note

The gang keeps growing and it looks like we know Percival's next move

First chapter of the new year! I'm really looking forward to what I have planned for this year! Lemme tell ya, it'll be a doozy!

Hope everyone had a wonderful holiday!

Please point out any mistakes I may have made
Constructive criticism is always appreciated
Until next time, TTFN!