Chapter 59

Searching the land became less daunting the more we did it. Doing it every few days made it a part of our routine. We would drive up to the land, review the map and area we already searched, and continue into unnavigated territory from there. It was still a mind fuck to remember our reason for venturing out into this beautiful wilderness. For how dangerous our objective was, the sights and sounds surrounding us mesmerized me each time. The large boulders shrouded in moss we would have to occasionally climb and the roots we would dodge... it painted a lovely picture. The many hours we sunk into hiking through the massive trees also allowed us to become more comfortable. We joked, talked, and weren't scanning our path in fear. Learning how to trust our device took the stress away.

However, we wouldn't allow the comfortable nature to fool us. Each time we went, we were armed. Also, we acknowledged we could do better when it came to preparing for the worst. Enhancing our changed appearances did make us feel slightly better too.

Cutting a few inches off my own hair made a big difference. My blonde and straightened hair rested just above the middle of my back. When it came to Luke's hair, he originally planned to get a buzz cut. Yuck, I know. Luckily, we agreed on the better option of growing his hair out. The longer his hair, the more ways we could style it and change it each time. Plus, he also mentioned he would grow out his beard too. Never saw Full-Beard Luke before; I was patiently waiting for his chin and cheek hair to get to work.

Exploring the forests and the everyday life between was wonderful. The sweet sensation of a normal life was something I was thankful for each day. To live normal, have each other, it was perfect. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough to keep away nightmares – between both of us.

Tonight, it was Luke.

A short but loud shout jolted me into consciousness. It was full of surprise and fear, which my unguarded emotions mirrored the second I was awake. The bed under me shifted and my blinking startled eyes caught Luke to my side. He abruptly sat upright from under the covers, panicked and gasping.

"What? What?" I demanded, flying up to sit beside him.

My words and my movement made his attention shoot to me. His green eyes were wide and full of fear and anguish. As if he didn't understand and was trapped in a different world. He turned to me and gripped my arms, chest heaving with panic.

"Fuck," he grunted, grinding his teeth together and shutting his eyes. He kicked the covers off and down towards the end of the bed. The nightlight seeping in from the hall allowed for me see sweat along his face. The neckline of his shirt was even damp.

That look and the two more seconds I had to register my awaked state let me recognize what the issue was. "It's okay. I'm here and it was just a dream," I said, shaking my head. "It wasn't real."

"Albany," he said in a vulnerable and gravelly voice. The scrunching around his eyes dissipated and his eyes opened to mine again. Luke's face remained tense with teeth clearly clenched behind his tight lips.

My heart jumped at the sight. Before I could say anything, I couldn't help but slide my hands towards his shoulders. I wrapped them around his damp neck, just wanting to hold him. Just wanting to comfort and help him any possible way I could. He did not deserve this. Out of everyone in this world, this man didn't need this. He was too good.

Inching closer to hug him, there wasn't much else I needed to do. Luke happily leaned forward. Before I could even hold the guy in a proper embrace, he rested his forehead against my shoulder and gave me his weight. His hands moving to rest on my now crossed legs.

Taking the weight of his strong and lean build through where he leaned his head against my shoulder, I rested my arms around him. "It's alright," I whispered after tilting my lips towards his ear.

"I'm sorry," he sighed.

"Don't be."

Luke took a massive intake and exhale of breath. Hopefully it will let him relax a bit. Calming down and feeling better was all I wanted for him. It was just a blessing I was given the opportunity to help. He's the one always there to be my crutch. The feeling of his weight and knowing this time I was his crutch... it was a relief.

"Did you want to talk about it?" I asked, moving one hand up to stroke his slightly damp hair. I could only imagine. Most his dreams involve killing, being killed, and abusing his power as a police officer.

"No, I just want you," he whispered, his hands on my legs sliding up and down in comfort.

It was bittersweet to hear that. "You got me," I said, allowing my hand on his back to tighten while my other stroked his hair.

We stayed like that for a long time. While he rested his forehead on my shoulder, all I could do was purse my lips and stare down mindlessly at his arched back. It really was unfair that he needed to go through this. Both of us still had nightmares. The impression it can leave is powerful and this proved it. I've experienced it and it can be torturous. Knowing how it felt, I would happily take on his nightmares and add them to my own if I could.

"You don't deserve this."

"Yes, I do," he mumbled against my shirt.

Christ, I knew it. Whatever his dream was, it did generate from his guilt. The man had plenty of guilt. We've talked about it recently and I couldn't imagine the burden it had on him. All the things that have happened, the death and drama, the illegal shit.... it all haunted him. We were both traumatized to a certain extent. Living in paradise for now helped, but it couldn't hide everything. Including his guilt and the past. He didn't show it and tried forgetting about it, but it catches up internally. Finds its way out and into sight like it did tonight in his nightmare.

Until he feels better about himself, about what happened and the things he did, this will probably continue. Telling him how he shouldn't feel guilty was pointless. The way I see him is different from the way he sees himself. And while it sucked because I just wanted him to understand he was a good person, I loved how he was different. Loved that he had a big heart and conscience. Though it burdened him with subconscious guilt, it was who he was. A good and moral man. I just... wished I could offer him some type of peace. "I wish I could help you. Take away this pain."

Leaning back slowly, he sat up straight. His face was pale, but the small amount of light made the sweat along his face glint. The sad and sweet twinkle in his green gaze stood out. "Maybe I should take my own advice," he scoffed.

"What's that?"

"Therapy," he chuckled.

I raised an eyebrow. Though his comment wasn't said seriously, it did set my mind in motion. I always laughed off his suggestion of therapy. Even though it did help me, it wasn't really my cup of tea. However, for him, I respected the idea. Luke was a guy I could see benefiting from therapy. Besides, it wasn't like I knew how to take this weight off his chest. No matter how much we loved each other, I couldn't magically cure his guilt. These nightmares were rooted deep in a place only he had access to.

The covers off us, I looked down to his now crossed legs. His hairy strong legs and black shorts stood out against the sheet. I started tracing my index fingers along his wiry leg hair and the curves his kneecaps. "Hey, who knows, give it a try," I shrugged.

A surprised smirk appeared on his lips. "Really?"

I rolled my eyes with a scoff. "Hey, just because I don't advocate therapy for myself doesn't mean it won't help you. You and I are a little different when it comes to the sharing and caring bullshit."

"You've gotten better when it comes to that though," he said.

"Maybe just with you," I countered, our gazes turning teasing. "Even though therapy helped me, I was rarely comfortable."

"I can see that being the case."

"Doesn't mean it won't help you more effectively though." I added more seriously, "I don't know, maybe think about it. Knowing how tough you are on yourself, it might not help your guilt, but it could help you with acceptance." When I use to go, I didn't undergo some epiphany that made me a better person. Not much about me changed, but what I did take away was acceptance. It helped me face everything and that alone can go a long way.

His hands caught mine in his lap. Intertwining our fingers, he nodded. "Maybe you should go with me," he said teasingly.

Shaking my head, I suppressed a chuckle. "No thanks."

"You have nightmares too though," he said, glancing up with more seriousness.

This man worried too much about me. "Yeah, but they hardly happen anymore." Ever since I got back together with Luke, the nightmares gradually became less common. Was I still dealing with the trauma of it all? Sure. But being with him and living a normal life was having a strong impact.

Turning the focus back to him, I led him to lay back down with me on the bed. Reassuring him of everything, trying to help what I could, Luke wrapped an arm over me and rested his head on my chest.

"I'll think about going," he finally said.

Soon enough, he drifted back to sleep along with me.

The concept of therapy was simply something we brought up. Just an idea for him and something I couldn't consider seriously for myself. However, I might need to change my thinking. The normality in our lives was about to get shot to hell.

***

The open window above the kitchen sink allowed the rainy air to drift inside and around us. It synced with the clattering rain and the dark morning skies. Though sunshine was nice, I really didn't mind. It was soothing and gave us the chance to enjoy a lazy day inside.

Pouring myself a bowl of cinnamon toast crunch, I felt a pair of arms slip around from behind me. The little cereal pieces clattering against the bowl, a small smile made its way to my face. The warmth of his chest pressed into my back and he rested his chin on my shoulder.

"Wow, thank you," he said, voice clear from right beside my face.

His enthusiastic tone made me snort. "Oh, you think this cereal is for you?" Setting down the cereal box after I my bowl was full enough, I tilted my head up and over, catching the close sight of the side of his face.

He stared down at my breakfast with a cute smile of his own. "But it looks good," he mumbled.

Straining not an inch, I kissed his cheek. Then, glanced forward and back down to my work in progress. "Well, how about I make you a bowl then too," I suggested, grabbing the gallon of milk next to the bowl and pouring it over. "If you are willing to do the dishes by yourself for the next few days," I added. After setting the gallon down, I couldn't help but rest my hands against his arms that circled me.

"Seems like a high price just for you to make me a bowl of cereal," he said, voice higher and playful.

I craned my neck again and this time, he tilted his head and his eyes found mine. Sweet and inviting. "Excuse me, this is not just a bowl of cereal. This is cinnamon toast crunch."

"Oh yeah?" he chuckled.

"Yeah," I grinned, turning around in his arms and facing him, his hands now resting at the small of my back.

"Then, I guess I will have to make myself a bowl," he said, taking a step back and withdrawing his arms.

Before he fully could, I rested my hands on his sides, laughing. "No, you don't. Bitch, you would be lucky if I shared the box," I said.

Before I took him down like a true badass, the doorbell interrupted our sweet moment. Interesting, that's a little early.... Then again, Grace wasn't very strict with the times she would drop off and pick up Chrissy. It's not like I could complain either. Any extra time I could get with her would be amazing. August is unfortunately ending soon, and at the start of September, Chrissy is going back to school. It meant I would be out of my little job. Which, honestly, I would miss. She grew on me each day I babysat her and could tell she was growing on Luke too.

"I'll get the door," he said, patting my side with a smile. Turning around and heading out of the kitchen, he continued. "Make sure you add extra milk to my bowl."

Turning back to the counter with a smirk, I responded, "Ass!" Reaching up above me to the cupboard with the bowls, I withdrew one for him. As I began pouring the cereal though, there was nothing that could stop what happened.

The sound of the front door opening was faint. The cereal clattered like chimes against the glass. The pouring rain was dominant thanks to the open window. Yet, every sound drowned. There was one sound that hit the air and took over everything. And it was the one thing I did not need to hear.

"The constant rain is no reason to let your grass get that long. Other than that, you two surprisingly managed to keep it in good shape."

The voice dropped a massive weight on my heart and caused it to sink. Instinctively, I set the box of cereal down and stared down at the counter with wide eyes. Jesus Christ, please let this be one an insanely vivid dream!

My throat grew dry. Having my jaw drop sure didn't help when I turned around. Through the kitchen entrance by the door, Luke stood there stunned. The front door blocked the man he was facing on the porch. The only thing the I could see was gloomy morning blue light illuminating on Luke's face.

Then, the man who rang the doorbell invited himself inside. He side-stepped Luke and came into sight. His stone expression was too familiar as he gazed in front of him towards the living room. "Inside isn't looking too bad either."

What I've been dreading just walked through the front door like he had every right. It made the instant rage that sprouted increase. This was happening, like we half feared and half expected. And like I have said since the moment we stranded him on a road in the desert, we would not have anything to do with him.

His strong intimidating build was clothed in familiar wear of a dark shirt and jeans. The guy's straight posture and high head matched the picture well. Especially as he nonchalantly inspected his surroundings with critical eyes. He even tilted his face in my direction. Taking in everything so offhandedly with a blank face... but he didn't look at me. His eyes swept past me, as if I wasn't here. As if he didn't see me, but he did. The last thing I wanted were those eyes to find me and my gaze. But at the same time, it only added fuel to the fire to not acknowledge me.

The emotions were zinging through my brain. The growing energy over Jackson's sudden appearance was swallowing me. Yet, the energy was strong, and I channeled it with intense determination. There was no doubt in my damn mind what I wanted and what was best. What he deserved.

Luke and I have learned from the past to always be prepared. We had a shotgun upstairs in our bedroom and a gun in the bedside drawer. Three handguns were downstairs. The closest one to me was on top of the fridge.

Luke responded at the same time I did. Voice grave and threatening, he said, "You need to leave before I force you."

Walking towards the kitchen entrance, I stopped at the fridge. Pressing up close and straining, I reached above the fridge. Grabbing the gun by the handle, I left the kitchen and faced Jackson's side. He turned towards Luke to respond, but I beat him. I raised the gun and pressed it to the side of his head. Maybe now he will acknowledge my presence.

"Get the fuck out," I demanded in a controlled tone.

Being this close to him, I could take him in better. Jackson froze in place, but it did not mean he was scared. With me to his side and holding a gun just above his ear, I could only take in half of his face. It was enough to be able to catch the corner of his lips turn up into a slow smirk. "That's not very nice," he mumbled, eyes straining down towards me.

"Then you really won't like it when I shoot you," I said, pressing the barrel harder against his head.

His hint of a smirk dropped in annoyance. His strained gaze stopped giving me attention. Such a familiar expression too... annoyance. Just like him. Along with that, there were other small details that made him real and alive when I didn't want him to be. Like the wrinkles stained along his forehead and the texture of his thin lips. His shirt was damp around his shoulders. His brown hair was dotted with droplets too. Yet, the most chilling sight was when my eyes zeroed in at the top of his head. The roots of his hair were black.

For all the years I knew him, it was the first time seeing his true hair color. It matched mine, but was slightly lighter from greying. It was most noticeable just above his forehead, where he always had his hair combed back. With the truth out, he didn't need to constantly dye it to keep me in the dark.

It was a very fine detail most could miss. After all, it's not like his hair grew much since the last time we saw him. But once I spotted the detail, it struck me hard. I already knew Jackson was my father. Seeing the evidence of how he hid it from me... it was true validation. I had to force myself to look away.

"You kill me, your lives will be ruined and the deal I made with the FBI will be broken," he said, voice not shaken in the least.

"Albany," Luke said sternly.

"Just like the deal you made before that didn't work? And all the lies with the FBI...?" I chuckled humorlessly at the ridiculousness of his words. "You don't get out of our lives, I will shoot."

There was no bluffing going on, guys. He was the star of my nightmares and the reason I was tortured most of my life! There was nothing he could say that could convince me. With the deceit he passed onto me about the FBI, it was almost funny. With how casual he was being, he held no credibility. And even if he did, I wasn't having it. I was giving him a chance to live and that was more than generous.

I suppose fierceness runs in the family – but so does impulsiveness. Once I said those words, his smirk returned. Jackson turned towards me, facing me fully. He bent down slightly and guided the gun I held so it pointed between his eyes. "If you're going to do it, be a fucking man and do it," he sneered.

My rage was already through the roof. Now, this finished off any thinking. It was almost scary how immediately I reacted after he said those words. Didn't give two flying colorful fucks. I pulled the trigger with the barrel between his eyes.

Click. Nothing. My eyes widened and shifted to the gun. No bang, no boom. The one time we needed someone dead, this happens. "What the hell?" I groaned. Was this not loaded?

Lifting the gun away and staring at it, it was the first time I fully focused on the gun in my hand. And I noticed something. The weight... it was lighter than it should be. Did Luke know this gun wasn't loaded? All of them in the house were. Glancing over to Luke, he wore a disapproving expression.

"That was our practice gun," he mumbled, pursing his lips.

Oh my god, was he serious? We had one gun in this entire house we were using to practice disarming. I didn't know it was with the one above the fridge. Jesus, Luke didn't tell me that! I should have known. And though I didn't, that's still no excuse for me. I should have been able to tell by the light weight. Then again, I was a little heated and distracted.

After seeing me pull the trigger, and my surprise over the wimpy click, Jackson was not one bit pleased. "You little shit. You really were going to shoot me?" Jackson growled. My eyes drew back up to him from Luke. The man's face was pale. Light brown eyes wide. "Next time make sure it's loaded, dumbass," he said, snatching the gun straight from my hand and throwing it to the floor. Such a poor floor... same spot Luke smashed the bowl of leftovers from the Grace's block party.

The gun didn't go off. My power over him was gone. He wasn't leaving the house. My anger, annoyance, and dread of this continuing any longer boiled higher. It led to a very natural pump of my arm before I shot it forward, decking him on the side of his jaw. "Better than selling you!" I grunted with the impact I delivered.

The pleasure of punching him didn't just come in experiencing some release. It also came in seeing him stumble a few feet back towards the open door. Disgust and anger crossed his face; he slammed the front door finally shut in frustration. Good. Anything to work him up! Make him feel like I was feeling; Jackson's carefree persona wasn't cutting it. How could someone so awful reenter my life and cause waves of dread and anger while not feeling a single thing! Now, I was starting to get to him.

Moving in to punch him again, I encountered resistance. Luke snapped forward and gripped my arm down before I could wield it forward. Looking over to Luke, his lips were tight. "Calm down."

"You calm down!"

Breaking away from Luke's grip, a disgusting scoff drew my eyes back to Jackson. Rubbing the side of his face, he shook his head with eyes nailed on me. "You better wise up. If that gun was loaded, you would have ruined everything. All just to finish off your dad like you did with your mother. Talk about a shame after all I just did for you."

His words didn't interest or goad me. I didn't care what his motives are or if he did have a plan to help us. "It doesn't matter what you think you have done to help me. Get out before I find a gun that's actually loaded."

Luke and I already agreed we wouldn't have anything to do with him. Unfortunately, Jackson knew how to set good bait. "Without me, you will die or rot in prison."

"Yeah, and if you left, we would be heartbroken," I grumbled sarcastically, crossing my arms to hide how much they were beginning to shake.

Whether his words were valid or not, I could not bring myself to care. However, Luke wasn't involved or emotionally taken over like I was. It allowed him to think from the outside... which sucked because I just wanted Luke to boot him out into the rain.

"What do you mean prison?" Luke asked from where he came to stand beside me, enticed by Jackson's words and whatever 'plan' was in his head.

Jackson arched an eyebrow, face dissolving the tension pent up under his skin. "Yeah, prison. Both you and her serving possible life sentences." He folded his arms behind his back. "How does that sound? Prepared to hear me out now, officer of the damn law?"

"What would we be charged with?" Luke asked.

"No, he's lying." Why in the world would Luke and I be facing any prison time? This was random, out of nowhere, and bait. More lies. No matter how intriguing those words, I truly could not bring myself to care or believe it was real.

"You're stubborn," Jackson hissed, jutting a finger in my direction.

Unlike Jackson's growing frustration, when I glanced over to Luke, he had a troubled and worried gaze set on me. "Albany," he mumbled, almost in an ashamed tone. "We need to... at least let him explain. I'm sorry."

"Let him explain?"

Shifting his body and facing me, he rested his palms on my shoulders and turned me towards him. Sighing, he continued with heavy hesitation. "I understand how this is painful."

"We agreed we wouldn't let him help. It's bullshit anyway," I whispered, a sinking feeling growing in the pit of my stomach.

"Let's just hear his bullshit first, then we can kick him out. Saying we might go to prison is a hefty claim," he mumbled under his breath. As if his words would remain between us, but that was a false hope. With the front door now closed, the rain wasn't as loud and Jackson could hear us.

I didn't like it; I didn't even like looking at him. It was as if he was invading our lives even deeper. Especially when my response was filled with a tone of vulnerability. "We agreed," I repeated, eyes falling to the floor between us. I didn't expect this. I didn't think Luke would want anything to do with him; he knew how I felt and we didn't need Jackson.

"We sure did," he said, drawing my gaze back. His eyebrows were dipped over his green worried globes. "I'm not saying take his help. I'm saying we listen."

Sighing, I closed my eyes. "Alright." I hated this. It meant Jackson was winning so far. Hearing him out was giving him a chance. But Luke was right; prison was a big claim.

Luke gave my shoulders a little squeeze before we turned back to Jackson. Meeting his smug eyes, I had to stay strong and not let it get to me. I wanted to look at the ground, but I wasn't giving him any more power.

"Whether I'm the one telling you or you hear it when you get arrested, the results will be the same," he said, looking between us. The smugness going away, he started. And though I was tense and closed off, not wanting to hear it, I had to admit he surprised me. "Well, there are a lot, but let's get to the good stuff. We will all be charged with multiple counts of stealing. Kidnapping. One count of first degree murder. One count of second."

My eyes widened, but I quickly shifted them away from him. Nice try, but there was no reason we would be charged. Nobody knows it was us and when did we murder someone? Luke though was ready to dive in, on the same page as I. "Okay, you have no reason to know those things if it was true. You also—"

"Oh, that's where your wrong," he interrupted in a light voice. Drawing my attention back, his face was stone. "The FBI knows."

"How?"

"They knew what we were doing. That's why they broke off the deal we had, remember? It was no longer running to protect ourselves. We were going after the problem."

"Yeah, and we broke the deal. That didn't mean they were going to charge us for anything," I said, immediately snapping my mouth shut. Why the hell was I getting involved? I didn't care, didn't matter, not true....

"We were on our own. With nothing, no authority, protecting us. They are simply doing their job."

"How did they know what we were doing though? We hid our tracks. Carter got thrown under the bus, but not us," Luke said. "Do they know about the false identities?"

"They do now. I told them because they are coming to help us. As for the other stuff and murder... I informed the FBI that was Carter's doing. Since we were all involved, we receive the same charges."

Well... la-de-da. Jackson just admits to the FBI all the shit we did like it was nothing. And first degree murder? Is that what people are now calling self-fucking-defense? "We did not murder anybody. Self-defense."

Jackson scoffed. "Yeah... for those people that ambushed us. Not Vic. Not that police officer. Those were individual. As I said: One count of first degree murder, which was Vic. One count of second, which was the police officer. Doesn't matter who did it, we were all involved."

The more Jackson spoke, the sicker I felt. His words crafted a sharp knife within my stomach. He is a liar, but this was sounding very real – and possible.

Glancing up to Luke, his face paled and dropped. His chest picked up in pace. "I... Why haven't we been arrested? If you told them where we are," he said in a dead voice.

"Because I told them of the murders when I approached them with a deal. Citing Carter, but the charges cover all of us. Especially since they had evidence of us kidnapping Vic. The FBI already suspected us of killing that officer. It was only an amount of time... but we have a deal," he said, standing straighter and nearing us. "You're welcome."

I tightened my crossed arms against my chest. I could not believe this. Could not. Yet, it made sense – and this was not the first time Jackson made a deal with them when he was desperate. It didn't help my hope of him lying though. Luke was buying everything he was hearing. Maybe it was because the thought of being charged for murder was devouring him.

"Then what is this magical deal you made that will save us?" I scoffed. I was sticking to my guns no matter how shook up I was. I couldn't believe it. I just couldn't let myself.

"We will be free of all charges. We will be free. In return, we need to deliver them the exact location of the headquarters. However, they are giving us just over a month. October 1st."

"What happens if we don't find it by then?" Luke asked in a stronger voice.

The soft light from the rainy morning was enough to brighten the intensity in Jackson's brown gaze. They slowly looked between us. His brows dipped along with the curves of his mouth when he responded. "They completely give up on finding Reid Taylor, leave, and the three of us get charged."

"That's like no time," I said. A month? Did he know how exhausting that would be? How much land we had to search? If what he is saying is true that is.

"We're lucky they accepted. Remember they basically gave up on finding him."

In the middle of this crazy and unwanted exchange, there was a sudden nose. Over the rain from outside, the faint sound of a car door shutting reached my ears. A small moment of confusion fell away to remembering. I was watching Chrissy today. Christ, with Jackson invading us like a dick and scaring us with his claims, I completely forgot!

"Luke," I said, grabbing his arm in slight panic. "Get him out of here."

His lost eyes were now focused. Licking his lips, he thought quick on his feet. "I can take him in the garage and wait until you two—"

The front door opened unexpectedly. Luke's eyes and mine shot to the sound coming from behind Jackson. With every expectation of ours resting on Chrissy walking through the door... we were knocked out of this world in shock.

The open door enhanced the fast pitter patter of rain. It was still pouring outside. The slanted droplets could be seen behind the figure standing in the doorway. But only for a second. The man walked into our house with no hesitation. A big, goofy, smile....

All I could do was witness this unbelievable sight as he stood feet away. My insides jumbled. My mind... gone. Instantly, Jackson stepped aside to give the man space. Our surprised guest carelessly flung the door shut behind him. The excitement and warmth in his eyes grew when they met Luke's. Then mine. He was looking at me. He was here. Filled with such happiness to see us. What...?

After seconds passed of looking between Luke's and mine dumbfounded and stunned faces, amusement that had a common home in his expression appeared. His hazel eyes behind those thick frames filled with humor at our shocked expressions.

Then, something caught his gaze. Something on the floor. A smirk appeared on his lips. I realized later he was looking at the gun Jackson threw to the floor. "So, I was a little late for the party, eh? Who was going to shoot who?" he said jokingly, rubbing his palms together.

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So a lot of changes! And the return of a couple people... What do you think! :D I am very sorry that this is so late. Each day late it was, I was stressed and just wanted to get it up. I'm sorry it took so long.

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