For the first time since leaving Rust, I woke on my own accord. I was still nestled underneath Spike's wing and I could hear him and Shield talking quietly, obviously trying not to wake me up.

       “She always has talked in her sleep... So, uh, you're friends with Zenith?” Shield asked. He still sounded wary, but at least he was trying to get to know Spike. As long as I woke up and they weren't trying to kill each other, I was just fine with that.

       “Yes, we knew each other before the war even started. One day, she mysteriously disappeared right from Twilight's house. Twilight was so devastated, she never was able to tell us exactly what happened. You know what happened from there.” Spike explained. I suddenly felt both guilty and loved simultaneously. I hadn't known that Twilight would miss me that much.

       “That's right. Me an' Sunrise have been takin' care of her since then.”

       “Speaking of this Sunrise... what exactly is her relationship with Zenith?” Spike asked.

       “Heh. Well it's pretty clear what Zenith thinks. Zenith thinks she's the sun and the moon reincarnated. I don't think there is a thing that Sunrise could ask that Zenith would say no to. She's as taken as anypony I've seen.” Shield finished with a chuckle. “As for Sunrise? I don't really know. She genuinely cares, that much I can tell you.” Ok, I didn't want to hear anymore of this.

       “I'm awake.” I cut in, trying to wiggle my way out from underneath Spike's wing. I shook my head, trying to clear the last drowsiness away. Shield still had his armor off and the fire had long since burned out. It didn't seem like anything saw fit to disturb us during the night. That was a nice change of pace. Then again, sleeping beside a dragon probably had something to do with that.

       “Mornin' honey, how's the magic?” Shield asked, trying to play it off like they hadn't been talking to me. That was a good question though; I closed my eyes and mentally checked how my magic was doing. Most of it seemed to return, but I wasn't going to be recovering from a burnout in just one day. Twilight could've done it in hours, but it took me quite a bit longer.

       “Enough.” I replied. I would at least be able to shield us if the need arose. It wasn't like we were going to be that vulnerable today though. We were just going to be riding Spike to New Filly. Nothing could really hurt us that high in the air.

       “Mind getting us some food from your stores? My saddlebags were crushed from our tussle yesterday. Ain't nothin' in eatable condition.” I nodded and reached into my pocket of otherspace, retrieving some of the apples that Sunrise had given me to carry. I tossed a few to Shield and started to eat the others myself. I hadn't realized how hungry I was before he mentioned it. We ate for a while in silently and quickly.

       Surely I wasn't that infatuated with Sunrise. Sure, she was pretty, nice, and all the other things I had said were true, but that didn't mean I had a crush on her. I was not a fillyfooler. I wasn't even old enough to like anypony like that... Ok maybe I was, but still, I did not like Sunrise like that. I just care for her like she cares for me. She was like my best friend here in the wasteland, even if she did act more like a mother.  Besides, Sunrise was an amazing leader, anypony would look up to her.

        “Zenith, if you need it, I can help you replenish some of your magic.” Spike offered, finally interrupting my thoughts. I had no idea where he had learned to do real magic, but I wasn't going to complain. I thought his breath and size were the girth of his abilities. Obviously I had been mistaken.

        “That'd be great. Can you do it before we leave?” I was learning a little about the wasteland. I didn't want to arrive anywhere at anything but full capacity. It seemed like no matter where we went, there could be some form of danger. I wanted to be prepared for time around.

       “Absolutely, come over here for a moment.” Spike moved to stand on his hind legs. I trotted up in front of him and he placed two claws on my horn. I could feel his claws start to radiate heat and a jolt traveled through them to my horn. A wave of magic rolled through my body, more than I really needed. I let the excess flow through, easing the aches from my burns and finally settling inside of my amulet, restoring some of the lost energy.

       “How do you do that? I didn't think dragons could do magic.” None of the things I had read about dragons spoke of any magical ability.

       “I'm not sure myself. I haven’t met many dragons, but the ones that I have couldn’t do what I can. I believe that Twilight may have given me some of hers when she began my birth. There was a lot of magic in the air and it had to go somewhere. But that's just a guess.” Spike finished, shrugging his wings. "Oh, let me hide that amulet too. Twilight's old sign might give you some trouble." He placed his claws delicately on the necklace and sent a pulse of magic through them. Instantly, the amulet shimmered out of being, gone from sight but the weight remaining on my chest.

"Thanks. It's given me a lot of trouble, but it was all I had left of the old Equestria..." I replied, trailing off.

       “If you two are done talking, can we head out now? We need to get to New Filly as soon as possible.” Spike interrupted our discussion. He had donned his armor again and wore his remaining saddlebag, the other left ruined from the fight. I could see his gun once again secured at his side.

       Spike nodded and crouched down onto his stomach again. “Thanks. Let's go Zenith.” Together, Shield and I clambered onto Spikes back between his wings. With a heavy push off and a whoosh of air, Spike lifted off. He quickly ascended into the air, taking us near the clouds.

       I squeezed my eyes shut. I couldn't ignore the air rushing through my mane though. I hated heights more than nearly anything. Twilight's balloon had always made me sick and even looking over the edge of Canterlot had left me shaking. I could already feel myself beginning to tremble.

       “You alright hon?” Shield must've noticed my discomfort. Then again, we were rather close and it would've been hard not to.

       “Really. Don't. Like. Flying.” I managed to grunt out between grit teeth. I wasn't going to complain though. This was the fastest way to get to New Filly and the only way to make up all the lost time from yesterday.

       “Oh..um... Can I do anything for ya?” Shield asked, sounding awkward as hell. I wanted to facehoof, but I was too busy hanging on for dear life.

       “No.” I answered. I shivered again, the cold air reminding me where I was. Calm down Zenith, just go to your happy place. I tried to imagine that I was back in Rust. I didn't think I could lie to myself enough to pretend I was back at Twilight's. I pretended that I was still in Sunrise's house. I was just waking up and I could hear her whistling to herself from downstairs. The bed besides me was still warm.

I made my way slowly down the stairs and she was waiting for me in the kitchen, making us both something to eat. I stood in the doorway for a second and she turned, finally noticing me. She smiled that brilliant smile of hers and wished me good morning. There wasn't anything to worry about. We were safe, together, and at peace. I was content.

       I managed to enrapture myself so fully in my imagination that I didn't even notice when we landed. The first thing that broke me from my stupor was Shield poking me roughly in the side. “We're a mile out. Didn't want to get too close on a dragon, guards might get a little miffed.” I shook my head to clear my daze and then nodded.

       “What about Spike? Will you be ok?” I asked, directing the second question to Spike himself.

       “I will be fine Zenith. I have been along for quite a while, I will be quite alright for a just a little longer.” Spike answered.

       “I'll take to 'em about your friend here. Might be a damn good bargaining chip too. No one really wants to be enemies with a Celestia damned dragon after all.” Shield and I dismounted from Spike's back again. I didn't even feel any nausea from the flight. Usually I would’ve been a little sick from the flight, but those were generally much quicker. I felt surprisingly good considering how badly I had been hurt yesterday and the following height; Spike’s magic really helped. I waved one last goodbye towards Spike and he once again took to the air, probably heading back to his hoard for now.

       Ahead of us, I could see a stone wall. It was much more impressive than the one surrounding Rust. Individual stone bricks had been combined to reach at least two stories high with enough space on top for a little walk way. I could see buildings over the walls as well. The ones that stood out the most were several massive skyscrapers,  barely hanging on to life.

       In the middle, there was a gate with two opened doors made of metal. They must've weighed a ton. Two guards stood ready in between them. Their guns were up and pointed at us, as well as the guns of the guards on the walkway. New Filly was a hell of a fortress compared to Rust.

       “How did New Filly get so big?” I asked. All the other settlements (if you could call the slaver compound one) had been much more low scale. It hadn't seemed like ponies could get along for anything here.

       “Location. Smack in the middle of most of the caravan trade routes 'round here. It tends to get a pretty damn good amount of business just cause that. Probably the best place to get you some new bardin' too. It's also one of the biggest sources of clean water too. Everything else has so much magic residue, no tellin' what'll happen if ya drink it. Here though, the old plant keeps it clean. Ain't no wonder why Sunrise wants its help.” Shield explained.

       What Shield said almost made me wish I had been around for the war now. Back when I was around, ponies didn't have that kind of technology that would last for nearly a hundred years in the future. We didn't have any guns either and electricity was only just becoming widespread. I wished I could've seen all this innovation for myself, even if it was made for killing each other.

       “D-Do you think we have any chance at actually getting them to help Rust?” I asked hesitantly. I didn't want to fail my very first mission and chance at actually changing something in the wasteland. It just didn't seem like we had anything to offer New Filly though. They were a big and powerful trade city and Rust just had the orchard. Sure, food wasn't anything to laugh about now, but it couldn't compare to all this.

        Shield looked up at the sky and pondered for a second. “'Fore you and that dragon showed up? Ain't no way. Now? Got a pretty damn good chance. That dragon could probably tear up most of this town by himself. Once you get yourself some actual combat spells you ain't going to be a pushover either. Never seen anypony who could teleport, that'll scare 'em in and of itself. Shows you got a lot of magic talent.” I actually hadn't thought about how I would influence any possible negotiations. Hopefully we could actually get this to work out.

       “Now when we get in the city I want ya to stay close alright? Guards try, but too much damn crime here for my likin'. Stay quiet too.” He turned back to look at my for a second, waiting for a response. I nodded, not having planned to leave his side for a second anyways. We were finally approaching the city gates.

       The two guards at the front had moved into defensive stances, their guns leveled at our chests. I couldn't really blame them. Two ponies approaching the gates that had arrived on the back of a dragon, one wearing the heaviest and most intimidating armor I had ever seen and the other a unicorn filly with half-healed burns covering half her body? We weren't the most unassuming couple.

        “S-Stop!” The lead guard shouted, his voice stuttering and nervous. “State your names and business in the city.” His guns were shaking in the battle saddle that he worse. I was afraid on Shield the first time I had met him too.

        “My name is Hope's Shield. The filly goes by Zenith.” Hope's Shield? I had never known Shield's full name. I was almost hurt that he hadn’t told me. If it was so common that he gave it to any guardspony, why not tell me? “We're here for business with your mayor. We come with a proposition from Rust.”

       “Rust, eh? What could that dump need with New Filly?” The guard had changed from nervous to having found a new air of confidence. He seemed to think of Rust as some backwaters crapshoot. I bit the inside of my mouth to resist shouting at him. It may not have been the nicest place in Equestria, but it was my home now and he shouldn't be insulting it.

       “That is no business of yours.” Shield responded. His voice remained impassive, the not-so-subtle barb not affecting him. “We come bearing no ill will, let us pass.”

        “Fine, fine. Just don't start any trouble.” The lead guard finished. The pair stepped to the side of the gates, clearing the way for us. Shield stepped forward, leading his way and giving me my first glance at the inside of New Filly. Stalls and caravans displaying their goods were brusquely shoved in your face as soon as you walked in. Dozens of ponies were buying and selling.

        The market seemed to be the first place in the city. It almost felt like Ponyville's market. It was busy, loud, and everypony was trying to sell you something. But, there was an undercurrent of something different. It felt like all the ponies were desperate to sell you their wares, like their lives depended on it.

        Several ponies approached us, offering their goods. I couldn't help but turn and look at everything offered, but Shield walked on and I was forced to keep moving just to stay close to him. Given my choice, I probably would have spent all the bits Sunrise had given us in just a few minutes here.

        “Ignore these ponies. They trade salvage that others have brought in. The good stuff is farther in.” Shield instructed me. His voice still sounded funny. It was cold and didn't have a trace of his accent. His horn wasn't even glowing. I made a note to ask him about it later.

        Shield led the way further into the city. The stalls and caravans were replaced with actual buildings here. A few were small houses that still stood from the pre-war days, but most were shacks made from scavenged materials. The farther in we went, the nicer the buildings became until it was just pre-war buildings.

This was where the skyscrapers were. Now, the once proud achievements of pony engineering stood shattered. Only half as tall as they once were, with gaping wounds where windows and walls had collapsed, with the infrastructure barely holding the building up. Lights still shone on in two though, proof of ponykind’s resilience. I started to get a sinking feeling that maybe the guards were right. How could Rust, of about a hundred ponies, ally with this relative metropolis? There had to be at least a thousand ponies living in the ruins.

       Finally, Shield stopped in front of a mostly standing domed building. One of the wings had collapsed in, but the rest stood proud as a testament to pony engineering. It was the old Fillydelphia town hall, still mostly intact.

        “Mayor's usually here. Best bet we have.” Shield explained. He started walking forward again, not waiting for me or not wanting for me to respond. He took the steps two at a time, leaving me hurrying to keep up with him. Shield seemed even more tense than usual. I didn't want to keep him waiting. He entered the building directly.

        The foyer seemed to be a sort of entrance room. Benches lined the edges of the wall. A few ponies took up space, but most seemed to be empty. Cracked white and black tiles covered the floor and the walls were painted a white that had started to yellow. In the center of the room, a gray unicorn mare with white mane took the spot behind the circular desk. Several books lay spread out on the desk in front of her. On each side of the desk, old wooden double doors remained closed tight.

        “Welcome to New Filly town hall. Please state your name and business and the mayor will be with you as shortly as possible.” The mare greeted us with a calm and soothing voice.

        “Hope's Shield and Zenith from Rust to discuss our cities relations. It is rather urgent.” Shield explained to the mare. Her horn glowed a bright pink and she quickly jotted down something in one of the books.

        “If you would take a seat, the mayor will be with you soon. You have the next appointment slot.” The mare gestured towards the benches on the walls. Shield nodded curtly and took a seat as far away from the other ponies in the room. I, of course, sat beside him and we waited. This would probably be easier without Shield's armor. It was good for intimidation but I didn't really feel like it would be the best for negotiations. I made another mental note to ask Shield about it later.

        We didn't have to wait long before the left side doors sprung open, nearly hard enough to be knocked off their hinges. A dark blue earth pony in light barding stormed out cursing profusely. Behind him, a near identical unicorn mare to the one at the desk stood impassively.

        “Hope's Shield and Zenith. The mayor will see you now.” The new unicorn mare announced in the same calm and soothing voice. The twin unicorns were actually sorta creepy; they almost seemed like the same pony.

        Shield hopped off the bench and followed the mare into the next room, with me hurrying afterwards. The mare led us down a red carpeted hallway with actually intact paintings. Each painting held a picture of a past mayor of Fillydelphia, with a little inscription underneath containing their greatest achievements.

       The mare opened the door at the end of the hallway and stood to the side to let us pass. Inside, a stallion awaited behind yet another desk. A couch lay in front of the desk for visitors. Somehow, the city had managed to get fresh flowers to put in the vases on the end tables spread along the walls. A wide bank of windows were propped open behind the desk, showing something of a shooting range out behind the city hall. It was likely where they trained their guards.

        The mayor himself didn't seem to be that impressive of a figure. He was of average build and wore glasses on the tip of his muzzle. His coat was a white as snow with a very light blue mane and tail. His eyes drooped slightly, as if bored.

        “Good afternoon. I hear you two come from Rust, tell me, how is my old hometown doing?” He asked, his voice drawling and tired.

        “The same as you left it I presume. There is a new sheriff, but otherwise it remains safe and prosperous.” Shield answered, although his voice had gained a slightly hard edge. “However, we come bearing a proposition. The new sheriff's name is Sunrise and she had a greater vision for this new Equestria. I, in no way, can adequately explain her dream, but I will do my best to reiterate her goals. She wishes to unite all the remaining bastions of civilization and get rid of the raiders and slavers for good. Not all establishments will be open to this of course, so she needs more ponypower. Just the kind of thing your city here has. Sunrise wishes for joint command over the two cities. Power would be equally spread between the two of you.” I had never known that Shield could actually give a half decent speech.

       The mayor chuckled a little before answering. “A mighty vision indeed, if unrealistic. You expect me, the leader of one of the most powerful cities in the wasteland, to share power with a sheriff from a shit hole like Rust? The idea is laughable and of course a resounding no. My population alone eclipses yours by more than ten times.” He glanced down back at the paperwork on his deck. “Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do.” The dismissal was rather clear, but Shield remained, even with me nearly leaving his side.

        “You have yet to hear what we can offer you.” The mayor's head piqued back up in interest. “Your guards must have reported what we arrived on.” The mayor nodded slowly. “The dragon remains loyal to Rust. It alone is worth your population in total.” Despite how passive and cold Shield's voice was, I could feel a little bit of a gloat in his speech.

        “You have my consideration.” The mayor sounded reluctant, like he was admitting to something he didn't want.

       “That's not all.” Shield continued, interrupting the mayor. “The filly beside me is by far the most powerful magical talent left in the wasteland. She far eclipses myself, and I'm sure you have at least heard a little of my feats.” Well, even if the mayor had, I hadn't heard of Shield's past feats. I knew he was an able fighter, but I hadn’t heard anymore than that. I had thought Sunrise or Shield himself would’ve told me more, if it was such common knowledge. I had thought they cared at least that much.

I had learned more about Shield today than I had in the past two weeks and that bothered me slightly. I thought he had at least began to trust me a little, at least enough to tell me the stuff everypony already knew about him.

       At this, the mayor broke out in a hacking laugh, the most excitement I had seen from him thus far. “This? This filly? The most powerful unicorn in the wasteland? You must be joking!” The mayor still rolled in his chair with how hard he was laughing. I was about to speak before Shield silenced me with a hoof.

        “A test then. You can see the strength of her magic yourself. I'm sure your guards will be able to test her adequately, yes? How about we go down to your firing range and she can show your herself?” Shield asked, dipping his horns down toward the range outside.

        The mayor composed himself long enough to respond, although it was clear that he was still holding in giggles. “O-oh yes. That will be fine. I-I can't wait to see her in action.” He managed to finish before starting to laugh again. I had been frowning for quite a while now, understandably pissed off at this stallion.

        “Take us on out then Zenith.” Both I and the mayor were a bit confused at this until I realized he wanted me to teleport us out there. That was a good start off. Very few unicorns had the power to teleport, and taking the three of us out would be a good initial display.

       I nodded and focused my power. My horn glowed red for a second and we instantly appeared outside in the middle of the range, the guards who had been readying their guns staring amazed. The loud bang accompanying the displaced air surely had contributed to the effect as well. Shield stood straight and appeared calm even though I knew how disorientating being teleported by another unicorn was. Twilight used to do it with me all the time.

       The mayor, on the other hand, did not have near as easy of a time. I heard a loud retching sound behind me and turned to see the mayor just beginning to recover from losing his lunch. “T-That, was impressive.” He muttered out between heaves of breath. Now that we were outside I could get a better view of the area. The range consisted of multi-tiered targets that increased in distance and height the further from the pit. The other side where the shots had been coming from was swathed in shadow, making it hard for me to tell what all was there. I could see the glow of two horns though, holding weapons in their grip. Besides that, I could only make out about three other pony shapes.

        “Shall we begin a test then? How about have your guards attempt to break the best barrier she can make? All of them can attempt it.” Shield suggested. It sounded like he had put some thought into this before hand. The mayor nodded and accompanied Shield onto the side of the firing range, out of the line of the bullets. He was apparently too ill or unimaginative to come up with a different test. Not that this one was bad per say. It just only showed brute strength, no real finesse.

        No time to think about that now though. I constructed the strongest shield I could make around myself. I heard the mayor give the signal and the five or so ponies at the end of the range opened fire. I hadn't encountered these kinds of weapons before. They weren't like Shield's rifle that fired a single shot at a time. These fired multiple shots in quick succession, faster than I could keep track. They didn't feel near as powerful as Shield's though.

       It wasn't any matter though. The bullets all either pinged off or crushed themselves on my barrier. I saw a cyan light at the end of the range as another unicorn attempted to simply deconstruct my shield with his magic. That wasn't going to happen anytime soon. I could hold this new presence on bay infinitely, but I thought of a better demonstration of my powers. I traced the magic to its source and locked it with a spellbinding curse.

        Then, I ripped all the guns I could from their owners. I heard the snap of metal from battle saddles breaking at the force and the lights wink out as the unicorns holding their weapons were simply overwhelmed. I levitated the guns over in front of Shield and the mayor and slowly bent them out of useable shape. A sheen of sweat had broken over my coat and I felt my breath coming much harder now but I otherwise wasn't any worse for wear. Spike’s magic was pretty damn potent; I barely felt tired at all.

        “G-guards you are dismissed.” The mayor called out. His face was pale and his eyes were bulging out of his head. I could hear the guards helping their comrades off, carrying or dragging the unicorns who had been rendered unconscious. I let the shield drop off, smirking at my victory.

        “Do you believe me now?” Shield asked, looking down on the stallion.

        “Y-yes. I-We'll agree to the alliance.” The mayor muttered, still struggling to compose himself.

        “Zenith if you will, the documents?” I nodded and took the papers Sunrise had given me to deliver and placed them in front of the mayor. “We will come tomorrow to retrieve the copy with your signature. We will arrive at ten sharp. Zenith, take us to the stairs.” Shield commanded. I was kinda getting a little groused about ordered around so much and not being able to talk, but Shield's tactic had been extremely effective. I couldn't argue with the results. My horn glowed once again and with a pop we were back in front of the mayor hall.

       “Let's see about getting a room for the night. Wait until there to discuss today's events.” Shield said. His old voice was back now, no longer cold and unforgiving. I felt much more comfortable, the other voice was rather scary. I stayed behind Shield as he entered one of the skyscrapers. Instantly, a stallion actually wearing a business suit approached him and enthusiastically shook his armor clad hoof.

       “Welcome to Orange Hotels! My name is Orange Sherbert and I hope you enjoy your stay! How long will you need a room?” The stallion asked enthusiastically. His coat mirrored his name with a bright orange and his mane was a light blond.

        “Only gonna need a room for a night.” Shield replied, taking his hoof back like he had been touched by the plague. He withdrew twenty bits with his magic, apparently knowing the price and placed them in Orange Sherbert's awaiting hoof. Orange Sherbert in turn hoofed over a key, staring greedily at the bits.

       “Third floor, second door on the left.” Orange informed us, suddenly no longer interested. He retreated quickly now that he had his money.

       The stairs leading up to the third floor reeked of mildew and decaying bodies, whether pony or otherwise I couldn’t tell. Graffiti stained the otherwise white washed walls. The stairs to the levels past a certain point had been caved in by an explosion. Even still, we managed to make it to our room all right. Shield pushed at the door and it opened without even the use of the key. Some safety.

       The interior of the room wasn’t as bad as the outside though. The carpet, while stained and nasty in some places, was mostly intact. The bed itself looked fairly comfortable even if there was only one. The room was mainly devoid of any other ornamentation which was expected. Shield closed the door behind us and turned the lack, although it probably didn’t even work. I jumped onto the bed and rolled onto my side with a happy sigh.

        “Good work today.” Shield said, the closest thing to a compliment that I had actually gotten from him.

        “Thanks… So I was wondering.” I trailed off hesitating for a second. I was actually wondering quite a bit of things. “How exactly did you change your voice so thoroughly earlier today when we were talking to the mayor?” That was a good, safe, first question.

        “Oh that? I couldn’t tell ya what this armor was used for pre-war and the such, but it was used for somepony pretty high up obviously. Comes with a lot of pretty cool features. There’s a lot of different protective enchantments on it that keep it in good working order. Seems to fix itself after a while too, no matter how beat up it gets when I’m fightin’. The voice thing was one of the features I’ve only found out recently. Masks my voice pretty well, makes it hard to tell who’s in the armor ya know?” Shield explained. That made sense at least. Now I was curious as to what this had originally been designed for though. It had to be some type of honor guard, or maybe even a general.

       “Ok. How come you never told me what your full name was?” This question wasn’t as safe. Hopefully, it wouldn’t spark any bad memories or be a type of question that wastelanders shouldn’t ask. I hated not knowing all the social norms of a new place. It was like walking through a proverbial minefield.

        “Never asked. My mother used to be a bit of a seeress. Named her children of her prophecies. I was her last child to be born, right before she died. Dunno what my purpose is yet though, never got to tell me. So I’ve gone through life with a bit of an unknown prophecy hanging over my head.” I felt a twinge of sympathy for Shield.

        “Well… Last question, promise. These ponies had heard your name before. How come they already knew who you were?”

        “I used to do some things that I’m not too proud of anymore. It wasn’t all my fault though. I had to feed some important ponies and it was the only way I could. I was a mercenary for a while. I’m not happy to say that I killed some ponies who didn’t deserve it. I was known for being one of the most quick and efficient bounty hunters you could buy. Now… I wish I had never done any of that.” Shield’s voice actually sounded reticent. He didn’t seem like the type to be a contact killer to me. Then again, it didn’t look like I was the greatest judge of character in Equestria.

       “Mind staying alone for a bit? I need to get some stuff done in the city. Don’t open this door for nopony but me, ok?” I nodded my consent and he exited through the hotel door, locking it behind him. I was left alone with my thoughts, and with more questions that before. I needed to have a good, long talking to Shield. Hopefully, I’d have that chance.