Your name is Casey. You are fifteen years old. You live at home with both your parents, though you're not sure for how much longer.
[[ They fight. ]]They fight all the time. They fight loud and over everything.
This night, you wake up to a collision of tectonic proportions. You can't tell what it's over. You are tired, frustrated, [[sick of it.]]You shuffle out of bed, almost stepping on Luna, your only consistency throughout this. Luna is 5 years old, golden and warm. She looks up at you with those forever sympathetic brown eyes as you clip her lead to her collar.
Tonight you'll escape the noise.
[[ Tonight you'll go for a walk. ]]With Luna's lead clutched in one hand, you slip your way down the stairs, past the battleground, and out the front door.
The cold air is welcoming.
Luna skips happily beside you, and you grumble out loud to her about your parents and their exhausting battles with each other. You wonder who you'll end up with, who you'll spend birthdays with, who you'll be with at Christmas.
You tell Luna that no matter what, she will remain with you.
[[ You turn a corner. ]]Before you have a chance to blink, //something// crashes into you.
Luna yelps, you're knocked down, the air leaves your lungs on impact.
[[What the fuck.]][[ Your name is Mike. ]]After a short sickness, you lost her, your wife.
No.
She was taken.
It was quick, unexpected, [[merciless.]]As you sit hunched over in your chair, a framed picture of your wife in one hand, your head resting on the other, you can't tell if it's the grief keeping you awake at night, or the rage.
She was so //good//. She was the purest of souls. She deserved better.
You had planned to take her on one of those tacky cruises as a retirement gift.
You won't get the chance. Are you angry about this? Are you distraught?
[[ You need to go for a walk. ]]The air is cool, your heavy jacket keeps your warmth in.
You walk for a while, trying to think only of the ground beneath your feet, the sound of traffic in the distant. Trying to think about anything but your pain.
The lights of the local off-license is almost blinding on the dark street. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust when you enter. The sales assistant greets you and you nod in response, making your way down an aisle. You glance towards the alcohol shelves, but you know you mustn't go down the route. There'd be no coming back from that.
You stand with your back to the rest of the store, staring aimlessly at a shelf.
"Give me the cash, now!"
The sudden rise in volume startles you. Your instincts have you crouch behind a display. Your heart is beating and for the first time you're distracted from the hurt.
The man is shouting, and the sales assistant is panicking and your mind is ticking.
[[ Stay where you are. ]]
[[ Move closer. ]]Your heart pounds. Your palms sweat.
The shouting echoes through the cavities of your skull.
This is not what you wanted or needed from the night.
You glance around the side of the display, the robber is waving something at the sales assistant, ordering them to work faster. The object catches the light and you know it's a knife.
You close your eyes, put your hands over your ears.
This is not what you wanted. [[Not what you needed.]]You shuffle around the edge of the store, being careful not to knock anything.
You have to do //something//.
Your heart is pounding. Your palms are sweaty. You're looking around for something you could use, a tool, a weapon. You silently curse the new government rule of keeping sharps behind the till. There's a car accessories section. Air freshners, aux cables, replacement bulbs, //tire iron//.
[[ Pick up the tire iron. ]]
[[ Keep moving. ]]
Mike Hammond. Calm, quietly intelligent, strong for your sensitive age of sixty-five.
The biggest part of you right now, is the part [[ you're missing. ->you're missing.]]It feels heavy in your hand. Can you really use this as a weapon against someone? What would your wife think?
She'd want you to help, she'd want you to do something. She wouldn't want you defenseless.
You're now one aisle from the tills. The thief is shouting, the cashier is shaking with his hands raised.
"Just open the till!" The thief is demanding,
"I can't, I can't - Please, I'll lose my job!" The cashier is pleading.
This is your chance. //What is the plan?// You'll broaden your shoulders, you'll use your height, you'll intimidate. The thief won't want any real trouble, he'll run.
[[You emerge from behind the shelves.]]You couldn't use a weapon on someone. What would your wife think? You couldn't live with yourself thinking of her disappointed in you.
This doesn't need to be violent. You're confident in your reasoning and restratining skills.
"Just open the till!" The thief is demanding,
"I can't, I can't - Please, I'll lose my job!" The cashier is pleading.
You're at the end of the aisle,
[[ tackle the thief. ]]
[[ move slowly out into view. ]]"Stop!" You bark, standing up as tall as you can, keeping your tire iron on display.
The thief jumps, spinning to face you, his eyes wide, desperate.
"Stay out of this, old man." You hear is voice break at the end. He is scared, you can use this to your advantage.
You take a step forward.
"You don't have to do this," you begin.
You don't get to finish. The thief lunges at you, but you somehow react in time. He is frantic, slashing but with no real purpose.
Regardless of his poor accuracy, he has the advantage of youth and you're knocked off balance, crashing to the floor.
This is it.
The tire iron slides across the linoleum, clanging into a shelf, you're entirely defenseless. But the blow never comes.
Just the slam of the door and the shock on the cashier's face suggests remains, [[ the thief is gone.]]
You summon every bit of strength you can as you lunge at the thief shoulder first. You collide into him, bringing you both to the floor. He grunts, and you must hit your head because the world goes [[black.-> the thief is gone.]]You step out from behind the shelves, broadening your shoulders and pushing out your chest like some cliche hot head.
"Stop!" You bark.
The thief jumps, spinning to face you, his eyes wide, desperate.
"Stay out of this, old man." You hear is voice break at the end. He is scared, you can use this to your advantage.
"Please, son - we can stop this. No one has to get hurt."
The thief takes a warning lunge at you, growling almost like a trapped animal.
You raise one palm, begging him to back down. You assumed he'd be spooked by anothers presence enough to give up. This man is desperate and your can feel yourself falling into pity for him.
Your guard is down.
With his whole bodyweight, he throws his arms at your chest, pushing you away with tremendous force.
You are not prepared.
You fall backwards, crashing into the floor.
The door slams, [[ the thief is gone.]]Your name is [[Tom.]]Young, traditionally handsome, hopeless.
You're not quite picking your feet up as you walk back from yet //another// failed date.
It's never entirely clear what goes wrong, or more accurately, what doesn't go right. She laughed at your jokes, you went for a drink after dinner, you had things in common, and then came the //'let's stay friends'.//
You let out a sigh and brush your hand through your hair, still slightly stiff from the styling wax.
As you reach the entrance of your block, you pause. You know you won't be able to sleep. You know you'll just sit dwelling on the night. For whatever reason, this one has cut you deeper than the others. The thoughts won't stop filling your head, sending waves of dejection through your body.
[[You continue walking.]]The night has a pleasant chill, one that can freeze all your problems for a while. You can just wander, be free for a while. No one will be missing you at home.
Your hands are in your pockets, your head is tilted down, watching the cracks in the pavement pass-by. You could go on like this til you reached the edge of the world. The only sound to catch your attention is that of a body hitting the floor, a cry, a yelp.
Your eyes dart to the origin of the noise. A dark figure has caught themselves mid-fall. A smaller figure has not been so lucky. They're scrambling to get up from the ground. A street-light hits their face just right, it's a young girl.
You jog in their direction when you notice the other figure is a man, much older, eyes wide.
Has he just mugged her? His eyes catch yours, and then he is running.
[[ Chase the man. ]]
[[ Run to help the girl.]]You send every bit of power to your leg muscles, pushing them to carry you towards the assailant. He's shouting back at you. You can't catch the words, but you will catch him.
He ducks left down a road and you are straight behind him.
He's within reach, so you throw an arm out, clamping it down on his shoulder. You have him. You'll have him restrained, retrieve the stolen purse and recieve endless praise from the local community.//Tom the Hero. Hero Tom. Power-house Tom.//
The man swings around, using his clamped shoulder as a central pivot point. You don't feel his fist connect with your jaw immediately, it's only after you stumble back, letting the man disappear into the night, that a dull ache begins to emit from the left side of your face. You wiggle your jaw from left to right. You really can't help but feel it - //ouch.//
[[So absorbed in yourself, as usual, your forget the girl.]]You send every bit of power to your leg muscles, pushing them to carry you towards the girl.
She's grumbling as she lumbers to her feet.
"Hey, you okay?"
"Arsehole came out of nowhere." She murmers. "Luna; hey, have you seen my dog? Did you see where she went?" She's panicked now, her head twisting this way and that.
"No," you respond, "Sorry. I can help you look though? You're too young to be out so late on your own."
Her eyes pause on you. They trail from your face down the height of your body, and back up again.
"I don't need you to pretend to be my Dad, I just want to find my dog."
You let the intial hostility go and gesture towards the street.
"Well, let's go find it."
You set off and [[she follows.]]She's grumbling as she lumbers to her feet.
"Hey, you okay?"
"Arsehole came out of nowhere." She murmers. "You were pretty brave, huh. Looks like you took a bit of a beating though." She signals at the developing bruise on your jaw.
"Ah, it's nothing." Did that come across cool, or cliche? Why are you worried about validation from an almost-child?
"Luna; hey, have you seen my dog? Did you see where she went?" She's panicked now, her head twisting this way and that.
"No," you respond, "Sorry. I can help you look though? You're too young to be out so late on your own."
Her eyes pause on you. They trail from your face down the height of your body, and back up again. She's frowning but her eyebrows smoothe once again.
"Please, I just want to find my dog."
"Well, let's go find it." You smile, gesturing towards the street.
You set off and [[she follows.]]Your name is [[Casey.]]You walk alongside this guy who //tried-but-failed-to-save-you-sort-of.//
He's tall, wearing a shirt and slim jeans, finished off by those too-pointy, too-shiny shoes. He has a kind face, despite his darkening bruise. Conclusion: too smart to be someone dangerous, [[right?]]
"I'm Tom,"
"Casey." You reply after a brief pause. "You're not gonna take me into the park and brutally murder me, are you?" You might as well get it out into the open.
"Nope, but I am going to help you find your dog." He looks at you, his eyes gentle. You begin to imagine what it would have been like to have an older brother. All of this shit with your parents wouldn't have mattered because you could just run to him. It would all be so much easier.
"So, what are you doing out so late?" He asks, shattering your dreams, forcing you to remember why it //is// you are out so late.
[[ Tell the truth. ]]
[[ Be vague. ]]"My parents," you pause. You don't know him, but you want to let it out. You want to scream to him, about how selfish they've been, about your anger, about your fear. "I think they're breaking up."
"Oh," you've caught him off guard. "That's real tough."
"They spend every second together arguing. I needed a break and Luna comes everywhere with me."
Silence. He doesn't know what to say to make it better, and that's okay. There is nothing he can say to make it better. You appreciate that he doesn't try and you can somehow feel his support.
"I was on a date tonight," Tom nods to himself. He's smiling but you can tell it's not real. It's exactly how you smile when you're trying to fool people. "But it didn't go very well."
"How comes?" You summon the compassion that you show so infinitely to your Luna. Where is she?
"Ah, I don't know. These things happen. You'll get it one day."
"I'm fifteen, not five."
He chuckles to himself.
"[[Does your dog like parks?]]""Walking my dog." You shrug.
You can tell he doesn't believe you, but he doesn't press and you appreciate it. After all, you don't know him. If your parents taught you one thing, it was to trust no one.
"Well, you should be careful. You're young, and don't mind me saying, female. Plenty of trashbags out there."
"I know how to look after myself. Besides, I have Luna." Your heart aches for her. You feel bad for snapping at this guy choosing to help you.
"Anyway," he shrugs, "[[Does your dog like parks?]]
[[Your name is Tom.]]You lead Casey through the gates to the park. There are lights dotted along the path but they do little to illuminate the area.
"Keep close." You regret the words as they leave your mouth. Stop pretending you're something you're not.
The path crunches beneath you, Casey is shouting out for her dog. You can't imagine what she's going through. The one good thing, missing.
"Luna!" You call along with her.
You notice a bench by the old rowing pond. A man sits hunched over on it.
You look at Casey and she looks at you.
"Maybe he'll have seen her." Casey says, letting a little hope coat her words.
You both approach the bench. The man sits looking vacantly out at the water. He's wearing a heavy coat, dark jeans and old working boots.
"Hi, Sir. Sorry to bother you..." You speak level, avoiding all possibility of startling the man. He glances up at you.
"Have you seen my dog? Golden brown, white collar, a red lead attached?" Casey is a little burst of questions and information.
The old man looks away from you to her and swallows.
"No, my dear. I'm afraid not."
Casey visiblly sinks, her shoulders slumping, her eyes [[falling to the ground.]]Your name [[is Tom.]]Young, traditionally handsome, hopeless.
You're not quite picking your feet up as you walk back from yet //another// failed date.
It's never entirely clear what goes wrong, or more accurately, what doesn't go right. She laughed at your jokes, you went for a drink after dinner, you had things in common, and then came the //'let's stay friends'.//
You let out a sigh and brush your hand through your hair, still slightly stiff from the styling wax.
As you reach the entrance of your block, you pause. You know you won't be able to sleep. You know you'll just sit dwelling on the night. For whatever reason, this one has cut you deeper than the others. The thoughts won't stop filling your head, sending waves of dejection through your body.
[[ You continue walking.]]The night has a pleasant chill, one that can freeze all your problems for a while. You can just wander, be free for a while. No one will be missing you at home.
Your hands are in your pockets, your head is tilted down, watching the cracks in the pavement pass-by. You could go on like this til you reached the edge of the world. The only sound to catch your attention is that of a body hitting the floor, a cry, a yelp.
Your eyes dart to the origin of the noise. A dark figure has caught themselves mid-fall. A smaller figure has not been so lucky. They're scrambling to get up from the ground. A street-light hits their face just right, it's a young girl.
You jog in their direction when you notice the other figure is a man, much older, eyes wide.
Has he just mugged her? His eyes catch yours, and then he is running.
[[Chase the man. ]]
[[Run to help the girl.]]You send every bit of power to your leg muscles, pushing them to carry you towards the assailant. He's shouting back at you. You can't catch the words, but you will catch him.
He ducks left down a road and you are straight behind him.
He's within reach, so you throw an arm out, clamping it down on his shoulder. You have him. You'll have him restrained, retrieve the stolen purse and recieve endless praise from the local community.//Tom the Hero. Hero Tom. Power-house Tom.//
The man swings around, using his clamped shoulder as a central pivot point. You don't feel his fist connect with your jaw immediately, it's only after you stumble back, letting the man disappear into the night, that a dull ache begins to emit from the left side of your face. You wiggle your jaw from left to right. You really can't help but feel it - //ouch.//
[[ So absorbed in yourself, as usual, your forget the girl.]]You send every bit of power to your leg muscles, pushing them to carry you towards the girl.
She's grumbling as she lumbers to her feet.
"Hey, you okay?"
"Arsehole came out of nowhere." She murmers. "Luna; hey, have you seen my dog? Did you see where she went?" She's panicked now, her head twisting this way and that.
"No," you respond, "Sorry. I can help you look though? You're too young to be out so late on your own."
Her eyes pause on you. They trail from your face down the height of your body, and back up again.
"I don't need you to pretend to be my Dad, I just want to find my dog."
You let the intial hostility go and gesture towards the street.
"Well, let's go find it."
[[You set off and she follows.]]She's grumbling as she lumbers to her feet.
"Hey, you okay?"
"Arsehole came out of nowhere." She murmers. "You were pretty brave, huh. Looks like you took a bit of a beating though." She signals at the developing bruise on your jaw.
"Ah, it's nothing." Did that come across cool, or cliche? Why are you worried about validation from an almost-child?
"Luna; hey, have you seen my dog? Did you see where she went?" She's panicked now, her head twisting this way and that.
"No," you respond, "Sorry. I can help you look though? You're too young to be out so late on your own."
Her eyes pause on you. They trail from your face down the height of your body, and back up again. She's frowning but her eyebrows smoothe once again.
"Please, I just want to find my dog."
"Well, let's go find it." You smile, gesturing towards the street.
[[You set off and she follows.]][[You are Casey.]]You walk alongside this guy who //tried-but-failed-to-save-you-sort-of.//
He's tall, wearing a shirt and slim jeans, finished off by those too-pointy, too-shiny shoes. He has a kind face, despite his darkening bruise. Conclusion: [[too smart to be someone dangerous, right?]]"I'm Tom,"
"Casey." You reply after a brief pause. "You're not gonna take me into the park and brutally murder me, are you?" You might as well get it out into the open.
"Nope, but I am going to help you find your dog." He looks at you, his eyes gentle. You begin to imagine what it would have been like to have an older brother. All of this shit with your parents wouldn't have mattered because you could just run to him. It would all be so much easier.
"So, what are you doing out so late?" He asks, shattering your dreams, forcing you to remember why it //is// you are out so late.
[[Tell the truth. ]]
[[Be vague. ]]"My parents," you pause. You don't know him, but you want to let it out. You want to scream to him, about how selfish they've been, about your anger, about your fear. "I think they're breaking up."
"Oh," you've caught him off guard. "That's real tough."
"They spend every second together arguing. I needed a break and Luna comes everywhere with me."
Silence. He doesn't know what to say to make it better, and that's okay. There is nothing he can say to make it better. You appreciate that he doesn't try and you can somehow feel his support.
"I was on a date tonight," Tom nods to himself. He's smiling but you can tell it's not real. It's exactly how you smile when you're trying to fool people. "But it didn't go very well."
"How comes?" You summon the compassion that you show so infinitely to your Luna. Where is she?
"Ah, I don't know. These things happen. You'll get it one day."
"I'm fifteen, not five."
He chuckles to himself.
"[[ Does your dog like parks?]]""Walking my dog." You shrug.
You can tell he doesn't believe you, but he doesn't press and you appreciate it. After all, you don't know him. If your parents taught you one thing, it was to trust no one.
"Well, you should be careful. You're young, and don't mind me saying, female. Plenty of trashbags out there."
"I know how to look after myself. Besides, I have Luna." Your heart aches for her. You feel bad for snapping at this guy choosing to help you.
"Anyway," he shrugs, "[[ Does your dog like parks?]][[You are Tom.]]You lead Casey through the gates to the park. There are lights dotted along the path but they do little to illuminate the area.
"Keep close." You regret the words as they leave your mouth. Stop pretending you're something you're not.
The path crunches beneath you, Casey is shouting out for her dog. You can't imagine what she's going through. The one good thing, missing.
"Luna!" You call along with her.
You notice a bench by the old rowing pond.
"Let's set up here for a bit. Perhaps if we stay in one place, she'll find us?" You suggest.
Casey nods in agreement but reluctantly slumps down.
"Hey, we'll find her." You assure.
"I'm just so scared that we won't. She's protected me for so long, I'm supposed to protect her too." You hear her voice break.
"It wasn't your fault. It was that guy who didn't know how to look where he was going."
You both sigh.
Then you hear it. A [[bark.]]You are both running, along the stone and stick littered path around the lake. Both sides are thick with bushes and trees so it's impossible to see through to the grassy bank.
Despite spending your entire life playing sports of some kind, Casey is really showing you up right now, her pace and stamina seeming endless.
She is desperate.
Please, let this bloody dog be [[found.]]"Please, give us a shout if you see her. She answers to Luna." You offer, beginning to move away from the bench.
That's when you hear it.
Your eyes snap to Casey, and her's are on you.
A bark.
"Luna." Casey whispers to herself. "Come on! It's Luna, it's got to be!" She begins bounding back towards the path and [[you begin to jog behind.]][[Your name is Mike. ]]"Wait!" You call.
You just want a break from the lonliness. A little relief, a little distraction, a little adventure. They stop, looking around at you.
"I'll come with you. Three sets of eyes are better than two."
"Great," The young man calls back. "It's this path around the lake, that's where it seemed the bark came from."
You're walking between the two. They are focused, determined. You don't know them but you appreciate them. Would it be weird to tell them?
"Thank you for letting me tag along," you speak quietly, half wanting them not to hear.
"No worries, more the merrier." The boy smiles.
"Just three random strangers walking through a dark park looking for a dog," the girl laughs.
"You two don't know each other?" You're confused, and it isn't just because of your age.
"Er, no. We met tonight, but it's nothing weird!" the boy stammers, "she got knocked over by some guy and her dog ran off, so I'm just helping her look!"
"That didn't sound desperately suspicious at all," the girl is laughing again, "my name is Casey, his is Tom, my lost dog is Luna."
[["Mike."]]
There is a moment of silence. Tom looks to be mulling over his outburst whilst Casey seems to be stuck in worry. The way her eyebrows crease in the middle reminds you of how your wife would look at you before you went to work each day. 'Get home safe' she'd say.
"We'll find her," you tap the young girls shoulder as reassurance.
She nods, "I know, I just don't know what I'd do without her."
You long for your wife. She was always the one with the words, the kindness, the compassion. You followed her, you trusted that she'd always know the best course of action, the best thing to say.
[[ Tell them about your wife.]]
[[ Don't tell them about your wife.]]"I lost my wife a little while ago," is it too much to put on a young girl's shoulders? A young girl you've just met?
"What happened to her?" Casey asks.
"She got sick, and didn't get better." You shrug. As your shoulders full back down you feel every bit of the weight.
"That's tough." Tom offers, "I'm sorry."
"//I'm// sorry, to put all this on your young shoulders."
"Don't be at all. My mum always said it was always better to share your troubles. I guess you're out here because it's keeping you awake?"
You smile at Tom's perseptivness.
"My parents are probably breaking up," Casey says "I don't know how to fix it."
You look up at the arching branches, the snippets of moon cutting through.
"Sometimes, these things happen, my dear. It isn't your job to fix it."
She doesn't respond, but you hope the words are going around in her head. You hope they sink in for her and that she can find peace.
You approach the grassy opening [[by the lake.]]You all walk in silence for a while, listening out for further barks.
Your mind seems calm for the first time in months.
A steady straight line of non-thoughts.
You're able to both care about finding this dog, but remain distanced enough that you know it won't hurt you either way.
This makes you feel guilty.
Poor girl.
You approach the grassy opening [[by the lake.]][[Your name is Casey. ]][[Your name is Casey. ]]There is so much silence. The gentle breeze carries not a single sound.
Your eyes scan the area. This has to be where the bark came from.
"Luna!" You call out, but nothing.
Tom calls too, and Mike. You feel their support, these two strange men.
Damn, what would you parents think if they knew?
Maybe if you told them, their worry and anger for you would bring them together [[again?]]It happens; a bark. You'd know this bark anywhere.
"Luna!" You call out to her as you move to the centre of the area. "Luna, I'm here!"
She bounds out of the bushes, tongue out, eyes wide. Her body crashes into yours and you're both rolling around the floor. You just want to hug her, but excitement is throwing her body all over you. She can't kiss you enough.
"We found you," you're crying into her warm body.
"Hi, Luna, I'm Tom." He's knelt beside you, ruffling the dogs ears. She plants a giant kiss straight on his chin and he chuckles.
"We found her," you sob to him.
"We did, it's all good." He rubs your back. This must be what it's like to have a [[brother.]]There is so much silence. The gentle breeze carrys not a single sound.
Your eyes scan the area. This has to be where the bark came from.
"Luna!" You call out, but nothing.
Tom calls too, and Mike. You feel their support, these two strange men.
Damn, what would you parents think if they knew?
Maybe if you told them, their worry and anger for you would bring them together [[again? ]]It happens; a bark. You'd know this bark anywhere.
"Luna!" You call out to her as you move to the centre of the area. "Luna, I'm here!"
She bounds out of the bushes, tongue out, eyes wide. Her body crashes into yours and you're both rolling around the floor. You just want to hug her, but excitement is throwing her body all over you. She can't kiss you enough.
"We found you," you're crying into her warm body.
"Hi, Luna, I'm Tom." He's knelt beside you, ruffling the dogs ears. She plants a giant kiss straight on his chin and he chuckles.
"We found her," you sob to him.
"We did, it's all good." He rubs your back. This must be what it's like to have a [[brother. ]]You don't know how much time passes with you sitting in the grass holding your dog.
Tom and Mike stand a little distance away, talking quietly with each other. You don't know where to begin in thanking them. You wonder if you'll stay in contact, once you all part ways and go back to your lives?
You wonder what your parents will think. You wonder if any of you will find happiness again.
You get to your feet, brushing off the back of your legs, and picking up Luna's lead.
"Let's go home, girl." You can suddenly feel how late it is. You feel it in your limbs, in your eyelids, in your brain. [["Let's go home."]]You don't know how much time passes with you sitting in the grass holding your dog. Tom has stayed with you, sat by your side, quietly stroking Luna.
"We need to get you home," he says eventually, "I have no idea what time it is, but I am defintely wiped out."
"Thank you for helping me find her, it really means so much to me. I couldn't be without her." You hug her tighter, she licks your face.
"Don't mention it. I'm glad I could help, or at least keep you company."
You get to your feet, brushing off the back of your legs, and picking up Luna's lead.
"Let's go home, girl." You can suddenly feel how late it is. You feel it in your limbs, in your eyelids, in your brain. [["Let's go home." ]]
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written by Charley Maloney