Walking down the hill towards Synchro’s shop, I spied the runt working on my legs. At the very least, he’d done that for me. Now if I could just get one of them shoved so far up Flint’s…

One step at a time, PC.

“Hey.” Synchro called out, not even looking up. It was probably the slight squeak that the wheels gave out that gave me away. “Your legs are almost ready.” With a grunt, he dragged a power cable up and jammed it into the battery harness. “Just got to give it a few minutes to charge.”

“Good. That gives you time to go get your shit on.” I groaned, turning around and picking Sandy off of my back. As I did, I also pricked out the dart from her hide.

“Excuse me?” He gave a short, forced laugh as he dropped his hooves onto the workbench. “I thought I told you…”

“Flint is holding Caltrop hostage until I return, so he’s sending you with me.” I spoke sternly, focusing as I pulled Sandy up close to me. “So you go get your armor and your pipbuck. We’re moving out as soon as my legs work again.”

“What? And I don’t get a fucking say in this?” He turned around and shot me an angry glare.

“No. And you know what else?” I snapped at him. Synchro might have the potential to be a better pony in him than he is, but somepony was going to have to beat it out of him. “On this trip, you’ll do what I say, got it?”

“But I have seniority over you!” He snapped back.

“Oh, I’m sorry, by all means.” I gestured toward the door. “Lead away. Oh, just real quick, how do you plan to deal with the raiders we’ll run into in five hours?” He may think he deserves to lead, but he doesn’t realized just how big and mean the world out there is. “How about the manticore that surprises you by coming from under a skywagon?”

“I… uh…” He stammered, losing his focus. After a moment, he slumped and hung his head. “Fine, you win. You’re in control.”

“You’re damn right I am.” I seethed. “Now go get your shit, because we have a long trip ahead of us.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He sighed in defeat. With that, he went off toward the apartments.

In the stillness of the morning air, I took a moment to look at the building that I’d spent just over the last month of my life in. I’d spent so much time looking for a place like that to call my own. Somewhere I could just exist in between jobs and not have to worry about rent or having to go three cities over to find work.

Synchro returned promptly, outfitted in the same gear he’d used in the arena with Caltrop. The look he flashed me as he walked into the barn was one full of fear, and i couldn’t help but feel guilty. Still, we needed to move forward. After getting my legs strapped on, and double checking my supplies, we headed out. When we reached the point of the road to where it turned away and obscured the villa, I was so tempted to turn back.

I couldn’t. The next time I wanted to see this place, would be when we were burning it to the ground. Besides, if I looked back, if I at all rationalized this life, I might just fold and accept it. Here I was giving it all up. Why? Because the rent that is due at this place is in a currency that I can’t justify earning.

In thinking back to all of the old pony tails that mom used to tell me as a foal, there was one overarching warning to quite a few of them. I’d never cared to heed the warning then, but in dealing with Flint, I know now why they told it to stubborn foals.

Be careful what you wish for.

We were a few hours west from the villa, and I’d begun to worry about Sandy. She’d been out for a really long time. Sure, I hadn’t been around to see how long Null’s dart had kept her out before, but I couldn’t help but think about it. What if Spectre had used the wrong dose? What if she did permanent damage to Sandy? What would I do if I lost her?

It was all silly, really. Much like with Caltrop, these weren’t feelings that I’d ever thought I‘d have. Maybe it was the way that she’d called me Mom this morning by accident, or the fact that I’d gotten her actual mother killed. Looking at Sandy now, I saw the closest thing I’ve ever had to a foal. She was a sweet and innocent child who needed me to protect her, and here I was, trying my best and failing.

A beep from behind me caught my attention. I stopped walking and looked back, finding Synchro pushing buttons on his pipbuck.

“It’s Lily.” He spoke without even raising his attention. “She’s broken down nearby.”

“And?” I snorted. “I fail to see how that’s my problem.”

“Really?” That comment apparently warranted a quick look up at me. “For somepony looking to take down Flint, you’re sure set on making it hard for yourself, aren’t you?”

“What, you want to go get it?” I blinked and forced myself to chuckle. “Yes, let’s take the giant murder machine into the camp where all of Flint’s enemies are. That way, when Flint remote controls it, he murders everyone that much easier!”

“It’s my machine.” Synchro threw his head back in annoyance. “Don’t you think I built in a way to disconnect that system? Once I get close enough, all I have to do is speak a command code and the system is completely mine.” With quick steps, he walked over and lifted his oversized pipbuck and shoved it’s screen at my face. “It’s only a ten minute detour south from here, it’ll be quick.”

I smacked the computer out of my way. “Fine, but I swear to Celestia, if this shit isn’t an easy fix, then we’re out of there.”

“Fine by me!” He shouted, turning and storming off towards the south.

“Well… fine!” I shouted back. I swear, I don’t know what it is about the stallions I find, but they all make me want to beat the shit out them. It was...

“Stop yelling…” Sandy groaned on my back, making my train of thought derail.

“Sandy, are you okay?” Carefully, I levitated her off of my back. As I floated her around in front of me, she hadn’t look like she’d woken up. Instead, it look like she’d curled herself tighter.

“I want to go home.” She whimpered softly through her curled form.

“Sandy… I’m sorry.” Why couldn’t Caltrop have been here? He was probably a million times better with talking to her than I’d ever be. “Your home is gone now, Sandy.”

“No. I hate my family.” She sniffled and uncurled herself just enough to stick a paw out. “I want to go home with you. Back to where Caltrop is.”

“Flint… he’s kept Caltrop back at the Villa.” My words made her lose herself in my magic, uncurling a little more. “He sent Synchro and I to go kill Storm.” She let out a small gasp, her sad eyes peeking over her shoulder. “Don’t worry, we’re just going to get her help. I’m going to send Synchro and you over to the cabin we stayed at, just like I’d planned for you to do with Caltrop.”

“I don’t want to go. Not without Caltrop.” She squeaked and poked her head around so that I could see both her eyes. “I can’t leave him.”

“Sandy, if you go with us...” I paused as I set her down into the dirt softly. “You don’t want to hurt anypony, and I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“But I get it now!” Sandy whined, nearly bouncing on her hind legs. Whatever trace that the venom had on her had worn off quite fast. “I can’t let him get hurt… I love you both so much.” She looked up to me with pleading, wide eyes. “That’s why I need to hurt ponies, to protect you two.”

This was all wrong. I couldn’t let her come with me, not like this. She was too important to risk losing, even if she wanted to protect me. A thought peaked in my mind as I remembered that Big Shot had one of those makeshift crossbows. If I could get one of the darts and stick her with one, she’d be out until the fighting was long over.

A warm hug against my foreleg ripped me from my mind.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you this morning.” She said as she pressed herself against me as hard as she could. “And I’m sorry… that I called you mommy.”

“Sandy…” I whispered. Raising my other forehoof, I reached it up and gently stroked at her head. “You can call me whatever you want.” It hurt to think that she’d grow up without her parents, or around any other hellhounds for that matter. “Caltrop and I, we both just want to see you happy.” I would try my best to do that for her, no matter what.

The moment was shattered by the sound of gunfire in the distance. Multiple shots rang across the rolling wastes. They were coming from the south. And that’s where…

“Synchro!” I gasped, both jumping right into a gallop and picking Sandy up in my magic. “Please don’t be dead.” I muttered to myself as I ran.

My hooves beat against the dirt, tearing up the patches of damp soil that still existed from the last rainfall. My mind pressed the fact into the front of my mind that there hadn’t been any more gunshots. Either they got him with the first few, or they ran out of ammunition. Both boded as bad news as I weaved around the lower hills. Climbing to the top of one of them, my hooves dug in and I skidded to a stop.

“Nice of you to join us.” Synchro turned around with a smile. About thirty feet in front of him, was the battered and smoking remains of Lily. Not that I ever would be thankful that the giant death machine was still operational, the red mis sized eyes that peered from the raised boom, were locked on to two ponies who sat between itself and Synchro.

Two mares sat with their hooves up, one of them had a gun laying in the dirt next to them.

“We swear, we didn’t mean it!” The smaller of the two mare’s spoke up. She was a silver coated earth pony, with a greasy black mane that jutted back and forth sharply. “Told yah it was a bad idea.”

“Shuddup.” The larger, more portly unicorn that sat next to her spoke up with a grunt. The dirty brown of her coat was marred with scores of burn marks, and her angry magenta eyes stared at me as I walked down the hill towards Synchro. “Yah the ones who sent dat after us?” She nodded her horn towards Synchro’s machine.

“How the fuck did you get inside Lily?” Synchro snapped at the two. The large one didn’t turn her gaze from me, sneering as I approached. The smaller one simply dropped her gaze to the dirt, her knees shaking as she sat there. “Well?”

“I ain’t tellin’ yah shit.” The large mare shouted at him, lowering her hooves to the dirt and getting up. “Yah come ta our town, kill our family!” She bellowed in anger.

“Wait!” I shouted out, making her stop only momentarily. “The way you talk… do you know Caltrop?” If they were part of his family, than maybe there was still hope!

The small mare’s ears perked, and she looked up at me with a smile. “Yah know little…”

“Quiet!” The large mare snapped at her again.

“I’ll ask you again.” Using my magic, I slipped my mother’s gun from it’s holster and pointed it at the mare. “Do you know Caltrop?” A pregnant pause filled the air as she continued to simply glare at me.

“Yes…” The smaller mare whined.

“Geeze, Razor.” The large mare grunted and turned toward the other. “Yah can’t even…”

“Shut up, Flank Steak!” The smaller mare shouted. “Shut up, shut up, shut up!” She screamed and dropped to the dirt sobbing lightly. “We haven’t seen Caltrop for years, and now dat everypony else is dead, yah can’t even call him yah brother!”

“Brother?” I sighed and lowered my gun.

“He ain’t no brother a mine, see?” The large mare grunted again. I was getting the feeling that she didn’t much like anything, at all it seemed with how agitated she was. Then again, seeing your family murdered would probably do that to a pony. “Besides, who is he ta you?”

“He’s…” I started, trailing off. I didn’t know his family at all, and I had no idea how this mare would react that I was in love with the brother she apparently hated. Ponies had been gunned down for less in the wasteland than assosiation, so I had to tread lightly.

“He’s her special somepony!” Sandy squeaked from up on my back.

Or, we could just go about shouting it to the world I guess.

“Oh, really?” She curled her lip as if disgusted as she looked me over. “Guess he coulda done worse. Least yah ain’t a stallion.” Well, I can already tell that she is one of the ponies from his life that I’d be alright with never seeing again past today.

“Is… is Caltrop alright?” The smaller mare spoke up.

“He’s… in a bit of hot water right now.” I sighed and face hoofed. “As are we all, at the moment.”

“I fahkin’ knew it!” The large mare threw her head back as she groaned. “See Razor, what did I tell yah?”

“You two ever heard of somepony named Flint?” Synchro spoke up. The fact that they both went stone faced and stared at him gave me the hint that they’d probably heard about him before. “He’s the one who commandeered my robot, and right now he’s holding Caltrop hostage unless we do a job for him.”

“Yeah, good luck with dat.” The large mare rolled her eyes.

“Flank Steak, how could yah? He’s still family.” The other childed her before looking at us. “We’ll do whateveh we need ta do ta help save our baby brother.”

“Well then,” I sighed and put my gun away. “We got some ground to cover before darkness sets in.” Turning back up the hill, I looked back to Synchro.

“Why don’t you ladies go on ahead.” He waved to me as he walked toward his robot. “I’m just going to get Lily up and running again. I can catch up, I swear.”

“Who the fuck names something like dat ‘Lily’?” Flank grumbled.

“You know, I said the exact same thing.” I called back, feeling as Sandy got herself settled in against my back. “My name’s Percussion Cap, by the way.”

The smaller mare came trotting up to my side with a smile. “I’m Razor Wire, the middle child.” She nodded courteously, “And dat back there is Flank Steak, the oldest of us.” In response, I only got a grunt. “So, yah and little Caltrop are… lovers?”

“I swear, if I have to hear a bunch of mares talk all the way there,” Flank sighed, “I’ll just have to… kill myself, or something.”

“Just... i-ignore her.” Razor stuttered. “Just, trying ta keep things light… don’t want ta think about home right now.” She shook her head and looked at me with eyes full of fear and sadness. “So, how did the two of yah meet?”

“Well,” I spoke slowly. “It was kind of an accident…” I smiled, thinking back to that day. “The fault was on both of us, but his idiocy nearly got himself killed.”

“I was doubting dat it was actually him,” Flank spoke up from behind me, nearly cutting me off. “until dat part. Sounds just like him ta fuck somethin’ up.”

“Anyway...” I continued, “I figured that since he’d just ruined a bounty that was worth a whole lot of caps, that I’d keep him around for a while.” I didn’t really want to phrase it like I wanted him to be my slave, but I really wasn’t so good with words. “You know, until he worked off his debt to me?”

“And that’s when he got yah, right?” Razor sighed, staring off ahead of us. “Yeah, he always did have a way with words.” Her lips curled into a small smile as she spoke. “I used ta love listenin’ ta him when he was still a colt. I wanted him ta keep talkin ta me all day...”

“That’s not all you wanted…” Flank muttered under her breath.

“Okay…” I spoke slowly. So, one sister apparently wants to smash him to paste, while the other… yeah. No wonder he never talked about his family. Mental remark, let neither of these mares into your life again after you get Caltrop back. Ever.

“So,” Razor gasped and put her hoof on my shoulder. “What happened next?”

This was going to be a long walk…

Relief from the chattering sisters came in the form of Synchro and Lily around dusk. Thankfully, it’s hard to hold a conversation on something that feels like it’s going to rattle apart from underneath you. Synchro assured me that he could get her mostly fixed up, but I wasn’t so sure this hunk of junk was worth saving. Though, that’s probably just the side of me still sore about the loss of my legs.

We rode west into the setting sun, traveling for goddess knows how long through the darkness. Every now and again, the flash of lightning on the horizon and the rumble of thunder threatened to bring down a storm upon is. I hadn’t stopped worrying about getting caught in a storm until we could make out the various lanterns and campfires of a group of ponies maybe a mile ahead of us. They’d most likely heard us coming, because the closer we got, the more of the lights went out.

“This has to be where they’re camped out.” I called out over the shuddering war machine. Synchro quickly tapped a few commands on his pipbuck, and with a flicker, lights all over Lily came on. I hoped to the goddesses I was right that it was them, because giving ourselves away like this was one hell of a risk to take.

With the lights blaring around us, we continued to roll forward. As we did, several of the fires cropped up again. Coming into view, there was a fairly impressive camp set up around several large bonfires. When Mom had told me about her being the head of a group, I hadn’t expected to see this many ponies with her. Twelve or so smaller tents ringed around a pair of larger ones. A few carts full of supplies flickered from the firelight as we rolled up, the ponies in camp not so much caring that we’d encroached.

One however, did move from the fire towards us.

“That’s good enough.” Bluejay called up, waving her forehoof in the air. Synchro quickly tapped another command that brought the whole machine to a grinding halt. The moment that it had stopped, I wriggled myself to the side and slid off into the dirt. Forgetting that cyberlegs weren’t as responsive, I flopped into the dirt with a thump. From up on the corner, Sandy let out a little giggle before climbing down.

“Good to see that you brought us this rolling scrap heap.” Bluejay grumbled as she walked over to me, holding her forehoof out.

“Yeah, not my idea.” I whined, pushing myself up without her help. With a tiny squeak, Sandy pulled herself onto my back again. It was beginning to feel that without her on there, something was always missing on me.

“Can you trust the twirp?” She lowered her voice as she asked, shooting Synchro a quick glare.

“This twirp happens to be her husband.” He grunted as he carefully climbed down.

“Hey, I thought yah said yah were with Caltrop!” Razor cried out.

“I didn’t marry this asshole by choice.” I snapped back, walking forward. “Caltrop is the one I love, period. So you can keep your hooves far, far away from him, Razor.” I needed to find Storm and Mom as soon as possible.

“Wow, she caught on fast.” Flank muttered. “Dis the camp yah were talkin’ about?”

“Welcome to Storm Rider’s war party.” Bluejay grunted, quickly forming up beside me. “Storm’s in the main tent with your mother, by the way.”

“Storm Rider?” The two sisters spoke almost at the same time. In an instant, Razor had galloped up to my side with a bright look in her eyes. “So, the stories dat Ole’ grandpa Cheap Shot told were true? Storm’s real?”

“Don’t believe everything you’ve heard.” I sighed. Great, another set of fanatics to deal with. “But yes, she’s real.”

“Cheap Shot.” Storm grunted as she pushed back a tent flap. “Now there’s a name I haven’t heard in damn near forty years.” She smiled and craned her neck until it gave off a soft pop, trying to impress the new girls. “How is that old bastard anyway?”

“Dead.” Flank grumbled.

“Flint’s killed off all of his family but Caltrop’s sisters.” I spoke out. “And he’s intent on killing Caltrop unless I kill you.”

“What did I tell you about working for slavers? Did I not warn you about shit like this?” Storm sighed and shook her head. “Always had to be stubborn, didn’t you?” She tossed her head in the direction of the big tent that sat ahead of us. “Come on. We have a raid to plan.”

Walking in, the inside of the main tent was sparse. A large table sat in the center, and on it, was a large map of what looked to be roughly the shape of Flint’s valley. Red marker had been streaked across it, drawing in the buildings to the complex, or approximately where they were. Synchro’s barn wasn’t so far away, and the apartment building wasn’t rectangular, but it was mostly correct.

“Did you bring back Howdy?” Mom said as she hovered over the map, a red marker pursed between her lips as she looked things over. She didn’t even look up when we all entered, simply staring. “PC, I asked if you brought back my gun.”

“You named it ‘Howdy’?” I snorted. “And you ponies think I have a weird way of naming things.”

“I’ll just take that as a yes.” She sighed, still staring down at the map. That is, until Synchro walked closer to the table.

“You.” She spat the marker out and hastily walked around the table. “You’re the one Bluejay was talking about. The stable pony that Flint owned.” Her quick advance made Synchro whimper. Not so fun when somepony makes their own advances on you, is it, Synchro? “Does that pipbuck of yours have a working map?” Mom asked, holding her hoof out for it.

“Bluejay… stable?” He looked over to her, giving a nervous laugh. “I don’t know what she’s talking about?”

“Synchro, you know where I’m from.” Bluejay spoke up sternly. “I saw it across your muzzle the second you saw the numbers on my old barding.” She stepped forward and cocked an eye at him. “You may not remember me, but I remember you from back before the door opened.”

Synchro pulled his forehoof back, taking a slow step back at that. “No, you aren’t a slave. You couldn’t have been from my stable.” His rear legs shook, the combat barding that he wore shuddered as he took another step. “You’re all just a bunch of crazy ponies going up against Flint! You’re looking to get yourselves killed, and I won’t be a part of it. I’m a survivor, and I plan to do just that. Survive.”

“All of us from that Stable are survivors, Synchro. Some of us made it out without getting captured.” Bluejay sighed. “Some of the others who were captured managed to get free as well. Not everypony from home is a slave anymore.” She held her hoof out to him, turning it around the room with a light smile.

“This war party is made up of ex-slaves, ex-mercenaries, ex-bounty hunters,” She turned to look at me, before turning and looking at the two sisters, “Friends, family. All of them are good ponies, and each of them with a history they’ve broken free of.” Looking back to Synchro, she wore an expression that I hadn’t seen much on her. Compassion. “Isn’t it time for you to be free from your past, too?”

“Synchro?” Sandy whined, slowly sliding herself off my back. “Caltrop needs our help.” Her sad eyes looked up at him as she stepped past me. “Please, I don’t want him to get hurt.”

“I…” Synchro whined, letting his voice die in his throat. “I’ve been so alone.” He looked over to Bluejay. “Nopony else from home has ever found me.”

“It’s alright.” Bluejay whispered in a soft tone. “After all this, I can take you back. We can go back to Stable 13.” Slowly, she stepped forward again.

“Even after everything I’ve done?” He looked around the room. “Even after working for Flint so long, you all would accept me?” Wearily, he looked up to Bluejay, his muzzle quivering. “You would take me back? Really?”

“Kid,” Storm grunted from the table. “Everypony has made their share of mistakes.” It felt like she turned a spotlight on me when she glance in my direction. “You just have to pick up and move on. Who you do that with is the important thing, not where you’ve come from.”

“I… I need to think.” He hesitantly spoke, shrinking down. “Give me some time.” Turning around before we could respond, he bolted out of the other end of the tent.

“Damn.” Bluejay said as she hung her head in disappointment. “Do you think he’s going to inform on us?”

“No.” I spoke up, “I think he means what he said.” Stepping up to the table, I looked across it at Storm and Mom. “Give him time. He’ll come around, I’m sure of it.”

I wasn’t the best when it came to reading ponies, but I know how it feels when you have something flipped upside down in your life. Coming to the realization that I loved Caltrop sent me running from that warehouse as fast as I could carry myself away. Sure, it was to protect him and Sandy, but I ran all the same. Then, I’d come running right back.

“Time isn’t something I’ve got a lot of.” Storm grunted. “He has half an hour to make his decision. Otherwise, we move ahead in planning with what you know of Flint’s compound.”

The soft, quick sniffs from beside me pulled my attention down to Sandy. For a moment, she darted her eyes around the room. She gave another few passing sniffs at the air before a smile grew across her muzzle. Before I could say anything, She darted from the tent.

"Shit, hold on." I grumbled, trotting to the flap and ducking out after her. "Sandy?" She was so fast on her paws, it was hard to tell where she had gone.

"Quickly, put it on!" The heavily muffled voice of a little filly came from around one of the other nearby tents. Curious, I made my way towards it. Around the campfires, I hadn’t seen any foals at all, not to mention, the muffled voice was trying to be quiet. I felt a pit in my stomach grow the more I thought about it.

"It's so pretty." Sandy gasped as I walked around the corner of one of the smaller tents. A small filly, wrapped in black cloth let out a gasp of her own as I made my way around the tent. Even from between the wraps, I could tell that it was Dykem. She couldn’t have followed us all the way out here on her own, not without help...

"What is it?" Sandy continued, holding a leather collar with a centerset gem in her paw.

“A gift.” Dykem smirked and glared at me as she took a step back. "Just desserts." She spoke before her tiny horn flashed. The gem in the center of the necklace glowed brightly, but only for only a split second. Without any warning, it exploded with remarkable force.

"Sandy!" I screamed as she twisted and flopped down to the dirt, a bloody stump where her tiny arm used to be. She simply laid there and stared into the dark skies, unmoving. “S-sandy…?” I whispered. No… this couldn’t be happening.

Turning toward Dykem, I knew it was all her fault.

I brought out Howdy, howling in rage as Dykem turned to run. The gun was light in my magical grip. Effortlessly, I lined the barrel up on the fleeing filly. The trigger depressed from the slightest touch, and the crisp action dropped the hammer without a hitch. Each report from my mother’s gun was like a crack of thunder. Each shot tore a new hole through Dykem. By the time the hammer fell on a empty cylinder, my scream had died down into pained sobs. I couldn't understand how I could have let this happen?

Dykem’s small body rolled limply through the dirt, skidding to a stop. There she sat just as unmoving as Sandy had been. Her blood trickled out of the holes that I’d put into her, seeping into the dirt just as the first drops of rain began to come down. With that, another set of blasts tore through the camp. Screams and shouts of panic picked up as nearly most of the smaller tents were instantly shredded and lit on fire, going up like blazing pyres that lit up the night.

"What's going on!?" Bluejay screamed, running up past me. Storm and my mother were hot on her fetlocks, arriving too late. Howdy fell out of my grasp as my legs folded under me. I couldn't take it anymore. "She's still alive!" Bluejay snapped, her horn blazing brilliantly as she tore storm's Satchel from her.

"I'll go get some Hydra." My mother called out, turning to leave.

"No! She's too small, the dose will be too much for her body to handle." Bluejay flipped open Storm's bag and brought out a small baggie with various small objects in them. From the jumble of items, she floated out a small plastic strip with an odd fastener at the end. "I have to stop the bleeding, then we'll deal with the shock and blood loss." She floated the strip under the shredded remains of Sandy's upper arm and stuck one end through the fastener. With a zip, she pulled it tight enough that the blood that came out slowed to a trickle.

"Storm, Lever, clear a space on the table in the main tent and get some healing potions." Bluejay snapped at them, dropping Storm's bag and the other odd items from her magic. "PC?" She prodded at me, carefully levitating Sandy up with her. "Go find Synchro. Now!"

“Three of you with Pipbucks on, and none of you thought to keep an eye out for red bars?” My mother screamed out. “Fucking brilliant! Everypony listen up!” She turned around, “Defend this camp!”

A quick flash from the other side of the camp told me exactly how Dykem arrived. Told me exactly who it was that I could blame for all of this. Without thinking, I charged full on ahead past my mom. Somewhere out there in the darkness, I would find her waiting for me.

Spectre.