Pinkie led Travis away to have a private talk away from any prying eyes or ears. Dash noticed them leaving and informed her friends,

"Hey, check it out," she said as she pointed to Travis and Pinkie. "Looks like somepony's about to have a private party," Dash said suggestively.

"Whah...?! How do you know about Shinobu," Travis sputtered to Pinkie when they stopped under a nearby tree.

Seriously! How the fuck did she know!?

"I went back and read the story from the beginning. What do you think I was doing while I was in the cake," Pinkie sternly explained. "Admit it: you're still in love with her, aren't you!?"

"Uh..."

"AREN'T YOU," she shouted as her mane bulged violently.

Travis recoiled slightly from the force of her shout. Her cupcake breath wasn't very pleasant either.

"Didn't you read the last chapter," Travis asked nervously as he tried to reason with her, "It said that I didn't actually return any feelings she had for me."

"Maybe not then, but you sure as sugar do now. I didn't even have to get past the prologue to understand that," Pinkie retorted, "You said she was the closest thing you had to a healthy relationship, and then you were going to give her a call when you got home!"

Travis couldn't believe this: Pinkie was right on some level. "Yeah, I was. But that's only probably why I was going to call her. You know, kind of the reason."

Okay, that was the wrong thing to say.

"But think about how awkward it would be seeing her! I wouldn't even think about doing her for months!"

Pinkie's face changed when he said that. That was definitely the wrong thing to say.

"RRRRGGGHH," Pinkie growled her frustration before she let her fury loose, "You know what!? I don't care anymore! You're a two-timing playcolt who plays tiddlywinks with the heart of any unsuspecting mare who'll give you the time of day! Well, guess what: time's up, Mr. Can't-Stay-With-One-Mare!"

Pinkie turned to go back to the party, but stopped to give her final word.

"I have to go make sure everypony's having a good time at the party. Don't bother coming to Sugarcube Corner for a while. I'll only have horse apple cupcakes for you!"

Pinkie merrily hopped away, but her face remained angry. That is, until she rejoined Sweetie's birthday party and smiled widely as she blindfolded the birthday filly for pin-the-tail-on-the-pony.

"Wow..." Travis said as he recovered from the maelstrom, and walked after Pinkie to rejoin the party.

"Yeah, what he said," Dash agreed from her perch on top of the tree Travis and Pinkie were under.

The party went on, and everypony had a good time, even though it seemed two attendees were avoiding each other.

When it ended, they all went their separate ways.

Travis sulked over to Sweet Apple Acres to help with the apple harvest. When he arrived, Applejack was already in the orchard bucking trees.

She had left the party early to get to apple bucking, but she stopped when she saw Travis approaching and sent him a playful smile. "Well, look who's here: Ponyville's own tamer o' the heart o' sugar. How'd it go, stud?"

"What the hell are you talking about," Travis said as he bucked a tree hard and shook all of the apples loose.

Applejack watched Travis's bucking technique and knew something was wrong. He was bucking much harder than he usually did. About as hard as anypony with something heavy on their minds.

"Wanna talk about it," she asked him.

"Nothin' to talk about, AJ. I'm--just--fine," Travis said between bucking trees.

Applejack watched him as he continued to whale on the different trees as she assessed his problem. She leaned her side against a tree.

"Trouble with Pinkie?"

Applejack knew she had nailed it when Travis stopped his brutal assault on the trees.

Travis was about to deny her again, but decided against it. In his short time knowing her, she had proven to be one of the most understanding, trustworthy people he had ever met, human or otherwise.

"Yeah," he said simply as he nodded.

Pinkie had walked back to Sugarcube Corner, not even in the mood to bounce. She opened the door and was greeted by the sight of one of her bosses, Mr. Cake, who was working the register.

"Hey, Pinkie," Mr. Cake greeted her warmly, "We weren't expecting you to be back until tomorrow. The twins will be happy to see you back so soo--"

Mr. Cake was cut off when Pinkie walked right past him into the kitchen.

This was very un-Pinkie-like behavior, so Mr. Cake took it upon himself to check on his employee. In the back, he found her with his wife, Mrs. Cake.

The Cakes both watched as Pinkie gathered up various bowls and ingredients, and knew something was wrong.

Everypony had their own way of coping. Some ponies had a punching bag, some ponies went bowling, but Pinkie preferred baking as her coping mechanism. She had just added eggs to the sugar when Mr. Cake cleared his throat to talk.

"Is, um...Is everything okay, Pinkie?"

Pinkie grabbed a lemon and began squeezing the whole fruit between her hooves.

"Fine," she said tersely as she strained to squeeze the unsliced lemon, "Just super...DUPER!"

She finally managed to squeeze the juices in with the eggs.

This was going to be tough. The Cakes knew that something was very wrong when Pinkie used sour ingredients. According to Pinkie, if science could find a good use for sour foods, ponies wouldn't have to eat them to get rid of them.

"Honey, it's okay to talk to us," Mrs. Cake said with a warm, reassuring smile, "We want to help you."

Pinkie was viciously stirring the lemon custard at a speed that would make Rainbow Dash jealous. But she slowed down gradually until she stopped after hearing Mrs. Cake's words. She sighed deeply as she put down the bowl and turned to face the Cakes.

"It's Travis," she said concisely.

Those two words summed up everything for the married couple.

"I guess this was bound to happen sooner or later," Mr. Cake said, as he and his wife both wished they didn't have to be the ones to have this talk. But it would be good practice for when their twins got older, so they began to bake with Pinkie as they offered their guidance.

"First things first: why exactly are you attracted to Pinkie?"

Travis thought about his answer as he bucked his tree.

"I don't know...It's not like I can know if she's hot or not. I mean, come on, I'm a monkey in a pony's body."

Travis often used the word 'monkey' when referring to his real form. It seemed to help anyone who wasn't Twilight understand what he was like before he came to Equestria.

"Ya ever think that maybe you ain't just attracted to her 'cause o' how she looks," Applejack said as she put a basket of apples on her back.

Travis did the same, but carried two baskets.

He never really thought about it before, but it seemed like he dated any woman for the sole reason that he wanted to get laid by some hottie, without any regard to what she was like as a person. This was the exact thing that led to so much tragedy in his life.

"I guess there's that," Travis said. "But think about what she's like: she's a living sugar rush who entertains an audience that nobody else knows about."

The two put their baskets on a cart that was hauled away by Big Macintosh. Applejack paused to speak to Travis.

"And yer an obnoxious nutter who kills for a livin'. That kinda crazy makes ya'll perfect for each other from where I stand."

Applejack walked back to the trees to keep bucking, but Travis stayed put as he raised a hoof to voice an objection.

But none came. Her description of them was more or less accurate, but did that really mean he was at all compatible with Pinkie? He followed her back into the orchard to continue their talk.

"But he's so different from everypony else I've met," Pinkie said as she waited for Mr. Cake to finish up his shortbread crust, "He's literally from another world. How much more different can you get?"

"But is that a good thing," Mrs. Cake asked while she set the oven, "Just how is he different from other stallions?"

Pinkie poured the lemon custard into the crust when Mr. Cake finished with it.

"It's so weird," Pinkie answered, "He acts like I'm just another mare. He doesn't jump or yell when I come out from under tables or jump out of rain barrels. Well, he did yesterday, but that's just because I looked like his last marefriend from behind."

"That would certainly be a shock to anypony," said Mr. Cake.

"But that's not even the whole thing, Mr. Cake. When I'm with Travis, I feel so different than I normally do," Pinkie continued her explanation.

"Okay, um...how exactly do you feel when you're with him," Mrs. Cake asked as she put the pastry in the oven.

"I feel like..." Pinkie paused, and rested her forelegs and head down on the table. She took her time thinking of an answer, and raised her head when one came to her, "I feel well-adjusted. Like I can moderate..."

Her answer made the Cakes gasp sharply.

"Oh, dear," Mrs. Cake said, placing her hoof on top of Pinkie's.

The answer had alarmed her employers. They knew it was serious, but only now did they realize how serious it was.

"Listen, this ain't gonna go away if ya just ignore it. The best thing ya can do is find Pinkie, and tell her how ya feel about her," Applejack said with a tone of finality.

Travis nodded slowly. It seemed her message had gotten through to him.

"Yeah, I guess that's all I can do to fix this cluster fuck, he said."

He stopped working to think about just how he would do that. As he looked into space he could see Applejack busily working away.

With a thrust of her hooves, apples came raining down around her. As they fell, time seemed to slow down when she shook her mane back into place as Travis dreamily looked on.

He was still spacing out as he thought about his troubles with Pinkie, so he didn't even hear his own voice when he said, "Yeah, work that flank."

Travis landed outside of Sweet Apple Acres, right onto his face.

"Come back when y'all learn some respect," Applejack yelled to him from across the property. Apparently Travis had done something to offend her sensibilities and earned a buck off the property.

"Okay, thanks for the advice," he yelled to his friend.

"No problem," came the distant reply from the farmer.

Travis shook his head and began staggering his way to Sugarcube Corner.

"First Pinkie, and now AJ looks hot? Am I finally assimilating?"

"Pinkie, I think that all you can do is tell Travis what's true in your heart," came the advice from Mr. Cake. His wife, on the other hoof, had a different idea.

"No, no. She and Travis need to have a talk with each other about where they are in their relationship," Mrs. Cake rebutted to her husband's guidance.

"I don't know about that, Cup," Mr. Cake chuckled, "That's how I got you to date me in the first place."

Mrs. Cake responded with a gentle push on her husband's shoulder.

"Oh, you were so awkward I had to ask you," she said with a chuckle of her own.

The two Cakes turned their attention back to Pinkie, "Pinkie, what do you think you should do? Do you think you should have a heart-to-heart with Travis?"

"Or let him know exactly how you feel about him," Mr. Cake interjected. "Psst, here's a hint: tell him how you feel," he whispered to Pinkie.

Pinkie looked back and forth between her two employers as she thought about who's advice to follow. She chose her answer as the oven dinged, "Why not both? Lemon squares are done," she said with her usual bounce in her voice. She took the lemon squares out of the oven and began fanning them.

Her answer had confused the Cakes. "So, how exactly do you plan on doing that," Mr. Cake asked as Pinkie cut into the pastry once they were sufficiently cooled.

"Don't worry Mr. Cake, I got it all under control," Pinkie said, fully confident that she could handle this situation. She presented a piece of her pastry Mr. Cake, "Lemon square?"

"I think I will," he replied.

"Me too," said his wife, who was immediately given a slice from the pan.

Pinkie happily bit into her own piece, finding a second reason that she used sour ingredients when she was down. There was always a way to make something bad less terrible. She snapped out of this when she heard the bell at the door ring.

"Customer," Pinkie practically shouted, and zipped out to the register. "Welcome to--"

She stopped when she saw who stepped in was just the stallion she wanted to see.

Travis stood in front of the door nervously, as if he was trying to think of something to say. Truth was, he was planning on leaving as soon as he entered if Pinkie hadn't appeared so suddenly. But he was caught now, and he had no choice but to own up to his actions.

"Look, I know you said you didn't want to see me around here--"

"It's okay. I was doing some thinking and decided that I wanted to see you after all," Pinkie replied with a smile.

Travis was slightly dumbfounded that she'd just take him back so easily, "Y-you did?"

That wasn't the smoothest answer he could have come up with, so he tried again, "I mean: yeah, me too."

Also lame. This would be no picnic.

Mrs. Cake poked her head out of the kitchen.

"Pinkie, the twins have woken up. Can you take care of things around here for me," she requested.

She left and Mr. Cake came next.

"I think I'll go with her. You know, it takes two ponies to take care of two foals," he said as he followed his wife.

Travis knew they were bullshitting. Both parents were more than capable of taking care of both babies on their own, but he allowed them to do what they felt they needed to do and leave the two in private.

Mr. Cake rushed to the door and turned the sign to say "Closed" before he hurried back upstairs.

Travis remembered Applejack's advice and tried to think of any words that he could use for Pinkie. Too bad he didn't pursue a career as a poet. Then again, poetry wasn't much fun. "Sooooooo..."

"I'll go first."

"Thank god," Travis thought, "I was about to bust a tumor."

"So, Travis, I need to know: where are we right now?"

Travis didn't quite get the question, and thought in his head, "Sugarcube Corner."

Swing and a miss.

Then it occurred to him what she meant.

"Oh, uh...Well...We're kind of in a weird spot. See, we don't really know each other that well, but we seem to be attracted to each other."

Wow, that was stupid. Not particularly damaging, but stupid nonetheless.

Pinkie knew she wouldn't get anywhere with just that basic question she asked. She had never done anything like this before, so she decided to try a question that she thought was a little more in-depth, "Are you attracted to me the same way you are with Shinobu?"

Aw, fuck! Why did she have to bring Shinobu up again?! It was almost like the situation wasn't awkward enough for her! But Travis decided to power through it and do his best to answer her.

"Pinkie, I want to make it totally clear that anything I had with Shinobu is done. Okay? All I want to do now is start over at the beginning with someone new."

"Start over? After everything we've been through," Pinkie said, trying not to shout.

Her words confused Travis, so he decided it would be wise to ask.

"Everything we've been through? What does that mean?"

It turned out that it was not a wise thing to ask, as he found out once Pinkie's face changed back to the one she had during their first private talk.

"Travis, we've been through so much! You saved me from a psycho killer, we spent every free minute together after that, I made you my special cupcakes! I even changed my look for you," Pinkie said with her voice choking slightly from the quiet rage building within her.

Travis rubbed the back of his head when Pinkie was finished. He chose his next words carefully.

"I understand your point, but you need to really think about this: was there really anything substantial between us up until now?"

The dead silence that followed tipped Travis off that he said the wrong thing again. He barely even started talking with her and he had already failed.

Pinkie and Travis stared at one another for the longest time. Thoughts of their first meeting ran through Pinkie's head. When she approached him after he defeated Glastits, she wanted to do so much more than simply thanking him. She wanted to throw the biggest, bestest party she had ever thrown for anypony in her whole life. She remembered how when he told her that just did it to help others, chills ran through her body. He was scary and intimidating, but she knew that deep down he only wanted to do good for others. That was what made her want to spend so much time with him while he was there, but now here he was saying that he didn't feel the same way at all.

Pinkie decided that she wanted their conversation over with.

Travis flew out the door and skidded to a halt outside of Sugarcube Corner as Pinkie yelled at him from the building.

"Horse apple cupcakes, Travis!! That's all that's coming your way!!!"

"Pinkie, wait! You gotta hear me out," Travis pleaded. But no good came from it.

"Just go away! Ooh, or better: why don't you go back to Santa Destroy so nopony will have to see your stupid face around here again!!!!" She slammed the door to the bakery, leaving Travis in the dust.

When Pinkie returned inside, she tried to start a game of 'Where's Pinkie' with the twins, but all she got every time she poked her head from between the double hinged doors to the kitchen were glares from the infants.

"Is something wrong, babies," she wondered, getting a disapproving shake of Pumpkin's head and a quiet raspberry from Pound. Even though they missed the conversation with she had with their parents, they could tell that she did not have anything under control.

It hurt being admonished by her precious babies, but she brushed it off anyway, "How could you two understand? You aren't even a year old yet."

Travis stood up and dusted off, "Fuck! I'm striking out all over today."

His effort to patch things up was a bust, and with a heavy heart, he left Sugarcube Corner behind him.

The day had passed, and Travis finished all of his jobs around Ponyville without anymore disturbances.

He trudged wearily back to his house. His house was once a dismal, abandoned motel cabin, but when he and his friends were done with it, it turned into a lightly furnished, less dismal, non-abandoned abode. One where most of the other rooms had faulty plumbing and big holes in the walls or floor.

Travis walked through the door of the cabin he chose as his bedroom, and shuffled over to his bed, though the sun hadn't even completely set. He lay on top of the covers, wishing he could fall asleep and wake up the next morning to find that everything in Equestria was just a dream.

Jeanne had come home from Fluttershy's house earlier that day to greet her owner when he arrived as she did every day before. It killed her inside to see her Travis look so sad, so she hopped on the bed with him and snuggled up to his chest after sniffing his head for a bit.

Travis idly stroked Jeanne's soft fur. The day had been rough, and weight of it all had taken its toll on him.

"Why did I bother, Jeanne," he asked his cat.

The setting sun cast its last shadows in the room as it disappeared behind the horizon, seeming to take all color in the room with it. All but the pink on his Bizarre Jelly poster, which only made Travis sadder.

"I was stupid for even trying."

The nighttime in Ponyville was always a sight to behold. Princess Luna always made sure her night sky was beautiful for any ponies who were awake at these times, and in Ponyville there was no excess of light that blocked out a single star.

Though tonight, the whole town slept peacefully. Save the exception of the occupant of the apartment above Sugarcube Corner.

Pinkie Pie shuddered in her sleep as the weight on her mind tormented her now that she was vulnerable.

In her mind, she was down in the kitchen, surrounded by pastries she had been making to put on display, though none of them turned out right.

A small, meek cupcake with yellow frosting and a cherry on top scooted itself over to voice its opinion.

"Um, excuse me," it said in the voice of a familiar yellow pegasus, "I don't think that apple pie needs quite that much cinnamon."

"She over seasoned another pie," the pie exclaimed in Applejack's voice, "I swear, Granny'd make you into a pie if she saw ya messin' up so many of us! How bad is it this time?"

"It's not that bad," Pinkie assured the pie.

Next came a light and fluffy angel food cake with white and purple frosting.

"Darling, that mound is the size of Canterlot Castle. You'd need a building permit if it got any higher," it said in Rarity's trilling voice.

Pinkie growled quietly before she blew all of the cinnamon off the top of the pie.

"There! Is that enough not-cinnamon for you," Pinkie snapped at her pastry-fied friends.

Pinkie was jumped when a dish of rainbow sherbet ice cream fell from the ceiling and onto the counter in front of her.

"She's just having colt troubles is all. You know, if you want, I could take him off your hooves," came Rainbow Dash's voice from the frozen dessert.

"Oh no! you shouldn't make jokes like that," the Fluttershy cupcake said.

"Who's joking? That guy's hot," the Rainbow Dash sherbet said, "And don't lie: you think so too."

If a cupcake could blush, this cupcake would be as red as the cherry on top of it.

"Everypony, this is serious," came the voice of Pinkie's final friend, Twilight, from a very impressive eclair. "Pinkie needs our help right now."

"Thanks, Twilight eclair," Pinkie said appreciatively to the sparkling pastry.

"It's alright, Pinkie. I think I know just the thing to clear this up."

"Okie dokie lokie! Let's kick this pig!"

"Good, now let's begin," the Twilight eclair said with a slight tone of authority. "I'm going to ask you a question, Pinkie. And I need you to answer honestly. Because that's the only way we can help you to help yourself. Okay? Are you ready?

"Rrrrready," Pinkie said now with her bounce back. She was definitely eager to get this load off her mind.

"Do you love him," the Twilight eclair asked Pinkie bluntly.

All of Pinkie's bounce left her. She wanted to object that this wasn't a fair question, but the eclair spoke before she could, "It's a yes or no answer, Pinkie. Do you love him?"

Pinkie reflected on all of her time with Travis, trying to find her answer. Only the truth came to her.

"I don't know," she answered quietly.

The voices of her friends fell silent. The room began to fade to black, and Pinkie was left all alone. It was in these situations that she said all you can do is laugh, but she couldn't even bring it about herself to do that.

With a jolt, Pinkie awoke in her bed in a cold sweat.

The question from her dream kept ringing in her head over and over.

When she turned to look out her window to find that the sun hadn't come up yet.

She got out of her bed, and paced back and forth in her room, not able to get that stupid question out of her head.

Time passed, and eventually, she decided that there was only one way to find an answer.

She went downstairs and exited her home to make her way to Travis's house.

Nopony was awake at this hour. The whole town was cloaked in a thick fog that kept her from seeing anything more than ten hooves in front of her. This normally wasn't a problem, since she knew her way around the town easily having lived there for years. But today, she couldn't make out any familiar landmarks and her Pinkie Sense seemed to have left her entirely. She wandered into the foggy streets, unsure if she was really going the right way.

"Why am I doing this," Pinkie wondered to herself, "I don't need to be here. I'm only doing bad for myself!"

These thoughts permeated her mind, nearly stopping her with every step she took. On she wandered lost through the fog, fighting her crippling doubt and hoping she was on the right track. Her thoughts stopped when she noticed something.

Through the fog, Pinkie saw a silhouette of somepony. She couldn't be sure of who it was, but the stylized mane gave her the impression it may have been Travis.

Her pace quickened for a second when she saw him, but the silhouette turned and started walking away from her into the fog.

"Wait," Pinkie called to the silhouette, but it didn't listen. It just kept walking further into the fog, leaving her behind it.

As she followed the unknown silhouette, she began to feel her worry and doubt leave her. Even her sense of direction felt like it was returning, though she still was unsure of where she was. Pinkie almost smiled as these familiar feelings welled up inside her as she followed the silhouette to its destination.

"I should hate him right now, so why do I feel this way," Pinkie said quietly to herself as she ran, "Is it because I really do..."

She hesitated before she could finish.

The silhouette disappeared and Pinkie found herself in Travis's front yard. Briefly wondering how she found her way there, she walked down the path to his door and lightly knocked. She waited, but no answer came. Maybe she knocked too lightly? She knocked harder this time, and still no answer. She was about to leave, but stopped herself, "No! I came all this way. I have to see this through."

It was obvious that he wasn't going to answer any knocking, so with a deep breath she opened his door and peeked her head inside.

"Travis," she quietly called.

No answer.

Pinkie let herself into his house and was greeted by Jeanne. A quick scan showed no sign of him in the living room, so she investigated his other rooms. But she still couldn't find him.

Not in the bedroom, not in the kitchen, not in the laundry room, and not even in his save room. It was as if he had completely disappeared from her life.

"He's gone," Pinkie thought to herself.

Dread gripped her as she remembered what she said yesterday afternoon: 'why don't you go back to Santa Destroy so nopony will have to see your stupid face around here again.' Her mind nearly snapped when she realized that she may have been responsible for this.

"I did this...I told him to go away, and he did! Oh no, I'm a terrible pony!"

She ran from Travis's home, desperately searching Ponyville for any clues to his whereabouts.

Ponyville's park was a place where happiness was abound. Ponies taking walks, foals playing games, picnics, street performers, romantic meetings.

None of these things happened here so early in the morning, and the dismal morning fog did nothing to alleviate the dreary atmosphere. Today, Travis Touchdown was the park's sole occupant.

He didn't sleep at all last night. He was busy thinking about Pinkie, and why he felt so bad for her even though his own heart was broken, until he decided to take a walk to clear his head. Instead, he only found his thoughts more cluttered than before.

Travis thought about how every time he thought he found someone he'd want to share his life with, something happened that ruined it, and it was always his own fault. He always screwed it up by being Travis.

Through his time alone, he realized how out of place he was in this land. Equestria was a place that he didn't belong in anymore than he did his crappy homeworld. He began making plans to return home as soon as possible, as sleep was about to finally take him.

"Travis!"

Travis perked up when he heard a familiar voice calling his name. The fog had begun to clear, and he was surprised to see Pinkie running down the path towards him. More surprising was that he could see fear in her eyes.

Partly worried to see her so distressed, but partly relieved to see her at all, he got off of the bench to receive her.

Instead of stopping in front of him, Pinkie threw her full weight onto Travis as her front legs wrapped around his neck, knocking the wind out of him.

"I'm sorry I told you to go away! I didn't mean it! I swear! Please don't disappear again! Please, please don't go," she desperately pleaded with her face buried in his chest. She began to ease as she felt Travis's hooves wrap around her waist.

"Pinkie, it's okay. I'm not going anywhere," he gently consoled the trembling mare. The two sat down in the grass, and Pinkie lifted her head to look Travis in the eyes. "I'm going to stay because you're...," Travis paused before he spoke his next words, trying to pick the exact right thing to say and hope he didn't mess up this time. "Because you're my friend."

Friend. That was the word Travis picked. 'Friend.' Out of all the heartfelt, sentimental words he could have picked, he chose that one. But it seemed that Pinkie understood what he meant. Her face slowly inched closer to his as she smiled.

"You're my friend too, Travis."

Their eyes closed, and the world around them ceased to exist. All they had now was a special place where the two could be happy.

They laid their bodied down on the grass, its coolness contrasting the warmth of the sun that was barely beginning to come up. With the arrival of the sun, the fog around them began to disappear, and with it: the questions that had plagued them so. They had found their answers.

Author's Notes:

Okay, so obviously this chapter is a part of that different direction that I talked about in the last Author's Notes section, and frankly, I don't know if this chapter turned out very good. Romantic stories aren't exactly my thing, so I'm not sure if this was any good. I got ideas for this chapter by listening to a bunch of sentimental songs like Nelly's Just a Dream or The 69 Eyes' Lost Without Love. Lots of songs like that, but not just love songs, I won't bother listing them since I can't remember all of them off the top of my head. Get ready for more non-assassin chapters and please let me know if this chapter isn't as bad as I think it may be. Please, I live for your approval. Rock on, y'all \m/