Fun Night : Marcos and Charles head towards the Warehouse, as they planned but he doesn't talk or anything with Charles as they go along. He parks outside of the place but leaves the SUV running until Surly arrives and whoever else she is waiting for. Mostly following her lead for now in this.

Surly: *pulls up and parks, waving him over as she talks* you take the big box in. i'll watch Clickbot and keep the little box. trying to get Mojo here.

Surly: *to the phone* yeah. a Doctor Kenneth Inslie or some shit like that. i'll wait for you outside with his fave toy.

Surly: *grunts as whomever it is hangs up*

Fun Night : Marcos nods, shutting off the engine. Charles gets out of the SUV and follows along as directed and looks to Surly. "Put alot of thought into this uh?" Marcos doesn't have a problem getting the box asked, and moves over to wait with Surly giving a bit of a grin over to Charles.

Surly: *shrugs* thought a bit. *scowls darkly* made my head hhurt. had to go punch a wall until i felt better. *is she serious? do they really want to know?*

Fun Night : Charles nods some and looks down some. "I see."

Marcos watches Charles, then looks to Surly for a moment but doesn't comment.

Surly: *arches a brow at Marcos* what? i'm a fighter, not a thinker. *smirks*

Aerin Thomas: He drives along at a fast speed...about as fast as he can go while still being safe. It's a bit of a trip from where he was to the area, but he's makin' pretty good time, all things considered, as he approaches the location.

Fun Night : "Very true." he says with a dark little smile. "You did good though and now we know enough to solve this problem for good I hope." the dark man says.

Charles just sighs again as he fidgets in place some, rubbing his arms a little.

Surly: *grunts* be a good call. *sighs harshly* jeez, Mojo....*scowling to herself*

Fun Night : Marcos looks around more and then back to Surly. "Your friend usually this late?"

Aerin Thomas: And speak of the devil. Up he pulls to the building, pulling into the nearest approximation of a parking spot and killing the engine. He slips out of the car, eyes casting about in a somewhat paranoid sort of alertness.

Aerin Thomas: d10: Per+Alert: 4,4,8,4,5,4,

Surly: *shrugs* he doesn't live in the city, so far as i know. shouldn't be too much longer, or i'll kick his ass.

Surly: damn! no ass kicking tonight. *greets Aerin with a scowl and a faint, deliberate motion to show him exactly where they're at*

Fun Night : "Good to see he made it." Marcos says while watching aerin arrive.

charles watches the new arrival and just stands there quietly.

Aerin Thomas: Noting Surly, he quickly moves toward the woman, nodding to her evenly. "Hey." Marcos and Charles get once-overs, and then brief nods. Surly wasn't kicking their ass, and that was a good sign.

Surly: *once Aerin comes over* Mojo. this's Marcos. and that's our piggybacker, Charles. Doc likes him too much for anyone's own good.

Aerin Thomas: "Nice to meet you both. I'm Jeremy." He considers, then takes a deep intake into his nose, as if trying to clear it. Mucus, and all.

Aerin Thomas: d10: Scent of True Form: 5,8,6,5,3,

Fun Night : Charles looks up from the ground at Aerin. He's a bookwormish older man, dressed in black with a heavy coat on.

Marcos though has a military cut to him, from his hair down to his stance. He just nods politely to Aerin but doesn't say anything.

Surly: *eyes him* you got a cold, don't breathe onme. or i'll kick your ass. let's get inside.

Fun Night -> Aerin Thomas: Marcos picks up as being a Kin for the best he can figure.

Aerin Thomas: "I'll try not to be too infectious." He nods to Surly a bit, before moving to follow her inside, inwardly concentrating on the second step of the 'Stepping Into an Unknown Situation With Evil Dead People Recon' Plan.

Aerin Thomas: d10: Sense Wyrm: 3,5,9,6,7,

Surly: *nods shortly* you heard the man, let's move. besides,i have too much tit exposed to like the weather. *smirks*

Fun Night -> Aerin Thomas: There is a powerful sense of the wyrm coming from near Surly as she carries that small box.

Fun Night : Marcos follows along with Surly and Aerin, making sure to keep Charles moving along with them.

Aerin Thomas: He glances at the box, an eyebrow raised. "That the toy you mentioned?"

Surly: his box, no. the one i mean's in here, or it'd better be. *shakes the duct-taped cigar box roughly*

Fun Night : Clunk Clunk... oh ya, it is still in there. Charles looks over to Surly for a moment, then over his shoulder at Aerin breifly.

Marcos walks along and keeps most of his attention elsewhere around him to make sure they are not being watched.

Aerin Thomas: "I'm hoping so, too." He looks over at Charles as they enter the warehouse, and pulls a cigarette. "Okay, so what exactly are we dealing with again?"

Surly: *grunts* Charles takes pics. he's got a few sets in his place, one of which's a doc's place. he got a bunch of stuff from a dead doc at an auction,and the doc likes to take him over and carve up some of his Goth chick models. in essence. they can add more info. *hard eyes darting as she stalks along until they reach the office set up for that little chitchat*

Fun Night : "Doctor Kenneth Islie, killed by a bunch of pimps in the seventies for taking advantage of hookers and other pretty things on the street. Kinda fucked up in what he liked to do to them." he says softly as he looks around the inside of the warehouse.

Marcos moves into the room they picked out and Aerin can see that there is a metal chair with some lights ready in a interrogation type set up. A few baseball bats, rags, sawdust, etc.

Aerin Thomas: A considering frown hits his face as the cigarette is put between his lips. He looks over to Marcos and Charles for the aforementioned 'more info,' his walk to the office set-up all business.

Aerin Thomas: "I see. Sounds like an absolute champ." He looks around the room, thinking about it. "So what's in the box?" He reaches out for it, to Surly.

Surly: a scalpel. *nods toward Charles* he says it's the doc's fave toy. and that it can move on its own sometimes, hence why it's taped up in here. *frowns* with my handkerchief. it starts getting cold, means doc dickcheese is around close by.

Surly: ((my tag doesn't want to stick tonight. *L*))

Fun Night : Charles nods some as he watches them but seems to pale some as he looks around the room. This is where they were ... are ... might beat the crap out of him.

Marcos nods some. "Its probably the murder weapon used on some half dozen girls or so."

Surly: *grunts* he's got pics up on his lappy. i recognized quite a few of the chicks. both personally and from your little photo collection.

Aerin Thomas: "Got it." He takes the box from her, looking it over and frowning. He looks back to Charles, watching the man for a moment. "Have a seat, Charles. I have just a couple questions I'd like to ask." He indicates the metal chair, staying close to the door. No cutting and running for this guy.

Fun Night : Charles nod some at the request and just looks between the three of them.

Surly: *smirks evilly* Jeremy's here now. so unless you got rid again, you'll probably not get your ass kicked.

Aerin Thomas: He takes a lean against the wall...no move to pick up any implements yet. "So, Charles. How long has Doctor Islie been...bothering you?"

Fun Night : "About 4 months." Charles says softly.

Surly: *picks a spot of wall to prowl along restlessly,back and forth.for this moment, just looking dangerous. it's easy*

Surly: he said at first he thought his place was haunted. i think it's the knife or soemthing. *informs Aerin, cold eyes scannign the room slowly*

Aerin Thomas: A brief nod. "What changed at that point? Do you know how he came into your company?"

Fun Night : Marcos moves over to watch and stay near Surly for now but not too close after he set the box down and just observes what Aerin is doing.

"Yes, I bough the stuff at an auction. That cop I mentioned who I sold the photo album to was there, but I didn't know him at the time as a cop. I thought stuff was haunted around my place at first then these dreams and voices talking to me."

Aerin Thomas: He looks over to Surly and nods at the information before looking back to Charles.

Surly: *eyes Marcos dourly. but decides not to hit him for now. just continues to pace, slowly*

Aerin Thomas: "What cop and photo album?" Apparently, this is the first he's heard of it. "One of Islie's other possessions? And what else did you buy beside the scalpel and the album?"

Surly: *shrugs a bit* dunno much about the album. got more docish stuff in the big box.

Fun Night : "The stuff in the box." he says with a nod towards the stuff that Marcos brought in. "It was all the stuff I got in the auction. The photoalbum was pictures of girls from the street and some... well, the auctioneer called them. 'Morbid Photographic Histories' of medical proceedures. The cop I don't know his name but he tried to bully me at first to giving him all the stuff but I only wanted to get rid of the book."

Aerin Thomas: He nods and moves to the box that Marcos has brought it, opening it up to look through. "You got a name for this cop?"

Surly: *tenses warily, ready to move. just because Charles didn't mention the other stuff moving around on its own doesn't mean it can't*

Fun Night : "Already said I don't know his name." Charles says with a glance over to Surly.

Aerin Thomas: Whoops. Man distracted by the box. "Sorry, missed that. Paid in cash, I'm sure, too. How'd you learn he was a cop? Did he buy it at the auction?"

Surly: and what'd he look like? *adds shortly, eyes on the box*

Fun Night : Charles shakes his head. "No, he was in normal clothes most of the time I saw him but when I didn't budge he finally lost his temper and flashed his badge and told me he'd make life hard on me. So I sold him the book."

Aerin Thomas: A brief nod to that...he's formulating a plan to deal with that already, as he leafs through the contents of the box.

Fun Night : And of course, just some forcepts, beakers, jars, and other items whose names defy me but are equally old and useless looking.

Surly: *eyes one of the odd items* the fuck is that thing for? *frowning at it*

Aerin Thomas: "Old medical equipment." He pulls out a jar, examining it for a moment, and sets it back in. He straightens back up and looks at the cigar box with a frown. "So, how does he come out, Charles? And how many people since you've had this stuff has he done in?"

Fun Night : "He can appear... move things. That knife mostly when threatened. H... he possesses me some and I know for sure there have been four young women that were at my studio and I blacked out. To find them dead." and he just looks away.

Surly: *glances to Marcos* i recognized more than four, i think. *shrugs* not too cool.

Aerin Thomas: "I see." He nods slowly, no change in the man's outward expression. "What makes him feel threatened?"

Surly: *a restless shift before she resumes pacing*

Fun Night : "Yes, there was at least six I think." marcos says as he is going through that Laptop that Charles had brought along with the slide show of the pictures.

"Trying to get rid of the knife for one." Charles says while watching Aerin once more.

Surly: *strides over and points out the faces she recognizes to Marcos*

Aerin Thomas: A brief nod, and a look to Surly. "We may need something stronger then a cigar box." He pulls out his keys and hands them to her. "There's an emergency kit in the trunk of my car...would you mind going and getting it for me?" His eyes flick to Charles, watching the man closely. "What else, that you know of?"

Aerin Thomas: d10: Per+Empathy: Charles: 5,2,8,6,2,5,8,

Fun Night : "Thats it." Charles said, seeming very tired and worn out by all of this. Pretty much like there is no fight in him... if there ever eas really.

Surly: *shrugs* why not. *takes the keys and heads to the car* no beating anyone until i get back.

Aerin Thomas: "I'll try not to." He grins a bit to Surly, and looks back to Charles. "You said he can move things other then the knife. Like, say, all the things in this room?" He looks to the bats and other interrogation paraphenalia. "Is it only small things, or can he move like tables, desks, cars?"

Surly: *pokes around with Aerin's keys until she fidns the right one for the trunk. and then rifles about in there until she finds the emergency kit. grumbling under her breath as she realizes that if there's stuff inside,he might see a need for it. and if not--what's he going to do with it? if there's a bag or empty whatever, she snags that as well. just in case*

Fun Night : "Well, I know he moved a stun gun earlier. I've also see him moved lamps, books, change television channels. That I have seen." Charles says while Marcos continues to work on making a few notes here and there as he looks through the Laptop some.

Surly: *stalks back in, eyes wary, as she heads to the office again*

Aerin Thomas: "Hmm." He nods a little bit to Charles, and moves over to the laptop finally, glancing at it over Marcos's shoulder. Damn, I need to start learning some Rituals. Maybe Laidan... "Marcos, what's the quickest way for you guys to get out of here, purely for reference's sake at this point?"

Fun Night : "The way we came in is the best path of egress but I've checked out the back of the warehouse and there are two fire doors that can be used. Further from the cars, but easy to get lost in the dark if you need to." he says when he looks up. Marcos is busy looking through the files and folders of the computer for hidden directories or anything.

Aerin Thomas: "The path with the least amount of sharp or otherwise painful tinies would be good," he says with a nod. "You need any help with that laptop, lemme know." He takes the emergency kit and opens it up, dumping the contents into the provided backpack and sealing it shut. "Hold that tight," he says to Surly as he looks around for a small, enclosed place to try and transfer the scalpel from box to emergency kit container.

Fun Night : Marcos nods some as he watches Aerin. "Yes, easy. Direct route. And will do." he says with a nod to Aerin before looking over to Surly when she comes back in. The best though he can find for a enclosed space would be another office room in the front of the warehouse like the one they are using right now.

Surly: *takes his pack with a growl* you sure he's not going to try an duse you for a ride, Jeremy? or should we restrain Clickbot here in case he tries to make a break for it?

Aerin Thomas: He nods a little bit and moves to head for the other office room. "If anything starts to happen in here, you guys let me know."

Aerin Thomas: "He might try," he says to Surly, after a pause. "Which makes a good point. Two people in each room, just in case. C'mon."

Fun Night : Marcos closes the laptop for now and stands up, ready to run or attack as neaded.

Surly: if anything starts to happen in ~there~ let us know. *smirks as she stalks closer to Charles* he, or you, start nothing, you get no pain from me. yet. *a hard-edged smile* if he tries to take you over, i'm knocking your ass out. *the thought makes her eyes light up a bit*

Surly: mmm. good point. Marcos, you got Clickbot covered? *arches a brow* i know Jeremy better than you.

Aerin Thomas: He waits patiently for Surly to come along, both boxes held in his arms.

Fun Night : "Sure." he says and says while he picks up a bat should he need it and watches Charles who sits there quietly with a nod.

Surly: *nods to Marcos and grabs another bat. grins at Aerin* you start acting freaky, i'm going to see if i can hit a home run, send you into sweet, sweet sleep for a few. *a chuckle*

Aerin Thomas: A short nod, and he heads to the other room, shutting the door once Surly's inside. He reaches into his trench coat, pulling out his Glock. Safety's kept on, and he rotates around, handle toward Surly. "Forget the bat. I don't want to take the chance that if I get taken over, the good Doctor is going to know how to take war-form." He looks deadly serious as he holds it out to her. "Shoot me. Then run, and call Bliss while running."

Surly: *blinks at the gun, making a face* what do you do with these things? *a slow blink* other than a few disarms, i don't think i've ever even held a gun before. *she doesn't click off the safety, of course. she doesn't know how*

Aerin Thomas: A purse of his lips, and he takes it back, clicking off the safety. "Point and shoot. Aim for the stomach...I'll have a better chance of surviving, while you can disable pretty easily." He moves to a table and sets the open emergency kit down, ready to snap shut, as he gets ready to open the cigar box.

Surly: *blinks and shrugs* the bat would be more fun. although she does take aim, with both hands. or tries to. eyes boring into his form as she just waits for anything untoward to happen* knife goes flying YOU get to catch it.

Fun Night : As the box is about to be opened the dark spirit or ghost appears in the room with them and it gets noticably colder. A older aged doctor in uniform that is blood soaked with a face mask. The eyes though are just black pits of darkness. "And just what are you two going to do with that?"

Aerin Thomas: "That is the plan." He peels the tape off, holding the cigar box in one hand, the lip of the emergency kit in the other. A few moments, judging timing a la Indiana Jones with the idol vs. the bag of sand, and he goes for a quick tip into the kit, slamming the lid shut immediately, trying not to touch the knife.

Aerin Thomas: ((DLP))

Aerin Thomas: He looks up at the ghost, eyebrow raised. "Well, hello, Doctor Islie. How nice of you to finally come out and say hello."

Surly: *gives the ghost an evil grin* guess.....*lets her voice go low and almost purring again* Jeremy, meet Doctor Dickcheese....*snickers softly*

Fun Night : He looks to Surly for a moment and then back to Aerin. Not speaking or anything for the moment to see what the pair does.

Surly: you know, you must've had the littlest dick in the world before you got gacked. and i'd imagine that's not changed since. *smirks to the ghost. almsot cheerful* or maybe you were gelded by your Mommy so now you hate chicks. is that it? did Mommy play naughty games with her bad little boy?

Aerin Thomas: He smirks a little at the woman's taunts. "Don't forget the plan, Surly." He peels the tape off, holding the cigar box in one hand, the lip of the emergency kit in the other. A few moments, judging timing a la Indiana Jones with the idol vs. the bag of sand, and he goes for a quick tip into the kit, slamming the lid shut immediately, trying not to touch the knife. ((You want a roll to time this and try to beat the good Doctor's chances?))

Aerin Thomas: ((Gaah, and he's also trying to keep his hand in the way, so if the knife tries to escape, it'll have to go through his hand, first. :P))

Fun Night : ((Sure, Dex+athletics to do the indi thing :) ))

Surly: ((should init be rolled in case it's necessary? *tilts head*))

Aerin Thomas: d10: Dex+Athletics (WP): 6,7,4,10,

Fun Night : And easy enough he gets it done, the knife not seeming to jump at all. The ghost continues to watch Aerin. "Afraid of the knife I see." and he seemsto smirk some and then looks back to Surly. "I will look forward to flaying you alive."

Aerin Thomas: d10: Persuasion: 3,6,8,10,2,5,9,

Surly: *snorts* you won't get the chance, asshole. you're going to hell in a fucking handbasket. *smirks* when you get there, kiss your Mommy hello.

Aerin Thomas: The kit snapped shut, he concenctrates on his Gaia-given Gifts for a second and then turns around, putting baneful eyes on the man, expression anything but light. "You go anywhere near her, Doctor, and I'll tear you to pieces, dead or not...and don't think I can't fucking do it, just because you're incorporeal. I've faced down much worse doctors then you, and I and those I care about are still standing. He's...NOT." His lip sneers, voice becoming almost a snarl as he stares the man down.

Aerin Thomas: d10: Cha (Intimidate&#; WP): 4,4,7,

Fun Night : The doctor snorts some. "What ya gona do? Find my bones and piss on them?" and he laughs some about that. "I've got other tools out there, loosing someone as pathetic as Charles won't stop me."

Surly: *snickers softly* and you think we can't find your other toys, , dickcheese? hmm. ya know, Jeremy--i begin to suspect it was his Daddy what turned him sour. probably made a hobby of teaching him how to suck the filling out of a meat twinkie or some shit.

Aerin Thomas: He grins, something entirely not peaceful sliding into his expression, very much NOT what one is used to seeing on the Gaian's face. It's a little dark, scornful...almost gleefully so. "You have...NO. Idea. What you're dealing with, Doctor."

Fun Night : The Ghost seems to look towards Surly for a moment, forhead furrowing a bit more before over to Aerin again. "Enlighten me."

From the other room, Marcos calls out. "You guys okay?"

Surly: *snickers* he really believes he's scary. *laughs,a nd calls out to Marcos* we're good. just having a nice chat in here....

Aerin Thomas: He ignores Marcos for the moment, snickering a little to the ghostly psychopath. "Sorry, Doctor. You have your secrets, we have ours. Let's just see who wins the race." He takes the cigar box and tosses it at the Doctor's form, as he picks up the kit, ready to leave the room.

Fun Night : The box passes through the ghosts form and he fades from view. Perhaps having given up for now.

Surly: *smirks widely and quite deliberately makes sure her jacket gapes in a manner that would have most men staring* see you soon, dickcheese. *she doesn't bother to flip him off. he's not worth the eneregy*

Aerin Thomas: He looks to Surly and nods, opening the door and stepping out of the room, moving toward the interrogation one. The vicious, nasty expression slowly vanishes, replaced by a cold, business-like demeanor by the time he makes it to the other office.

Fun Night : That coldness leaves, at least it doesn't seem as cold as it was before.

Surly: *follows the man, pack on her shoulder and gun in her free hand* you want this thing back? *she does pause to bend over and grab the bat with her backpack-arm*

Aerin Thomas: "Yeah, please." He takes the gun pack, sliding it into the shoulder holster as he moves into the other room. A quick glance between Marcos and Charles. "Everything okay in here?"

Surly: *as soon as he takes it, she puts the bat in her now free hand and looks over the other office carefully*

Fun Night : Marcos nods to Aerin. "Completely." and then moves back to his spot along the wall.

Charles just looks to Surly when she coems back in, and then to Aerin whom he continues to watch.

Surly: *eyes Charles* what?

Aerin Thomas: A short nod, and he looks to Charles. "The knife is coming with me," he says to the man. "Along with the box of his stuff. Is there anything else at all that you have of his, anywhere else?"

Fun Night : "No." he says to Aerin, and then looks to Surly. "Sorry."

Aerin Thomas: He nods, shortly. "One more question, Charles. The badge. How close of a look did the cop give you of his badge? How sure are you that it's legit?"

Fun Night : "Looks pretty legit, it was a detective badge but I couldn't read the numbers on it or anything." he says to Aerin as he turns his attention back to him.

Surly: *wrinkles her nose at Charles* figure i know why he likes you so much.

Fun Night : He looks back to Surly. "And why is that?" he asks quietly.

Aerin Thomas: He nods, managing a smile to him. "Thanks, Charles." He falls silent, setting the emergency kit in the other box (or on it, if it's not big enough to allow the kit inside) and listening to Surly.

Surly: *smirks faintly* because you kind of like to look at tough bitches yourself.

Fun Night : "Oh." he says and looks down some.

Marcos jus smirks some and offers the Laptop to Aerin. "You want to take this with you? I got what I needed off of it." and holds up a small jump drive. "Not much, but I hope I can identify the any other victims and give closure to their familes."

Surly: *eyes the man* there's no crime in looking at a bitch, tough or not. only when you do what Doc does and seek to gain power over 'em. *shakes her head slowly* you don't get power doing that. you only think you can get it. the feeling fades after too short a while, and you end up having to go farther and farther. real power comes from you. get power over you, and you're all good. *a short nod*

Aerin Thomas: He nods, and the laptop, setting it next to the box. "Much appreciated, Marcos." A glance goes toward Charles, and he pulls out a scrap of paper, writing his number down on it and offering it to the man. "You should be fine...I don't think he'll bother you anymore. If you encounter anymore wierdness, give me a call immediately...I'll try to help. I'd like to give you a call in a few days, make sure you're doing okay, too."

Fun Night : He looks up at the rather complex and wise comment from the woman and blinks some. Marcos too looks over to her and gives Aerin a 'Did I hear that right?' look and then looks back to Surly.

Fun Night : "No problem." Marcos says as he takes it and pockets the number.

Aerin Thomas: ((Sorry, should have been clear. The phone number was given to Charles.))

Surly: *smirks* i have my moments. *shrugs*

Fun Night : (DDDooooh!!!, then he takes it :) ))

Aerin Thomas: "Yes...yes, you do." An actual business card goes to Marcos. "Gimme a call sometime. I think maybe we should talk." He goes to pick up his cargo, looking to Surly. "Help me get this stuff to the car? And you wanna ride somewhere?"

Surly: i guess so. *grumbles* i drove my car here. Marcos, you got my number. so do you, Charles, or you should. weird shit goes down, let me know, too. *sighs harshly* damn it all, no ass kicking. *that, she genuinely seems gloomy over*

Fun Night : And charles starts to stand up. "Um, can I get a ride home?" he asks to Marcos since he knows where the place is.

Aerin Thomas: "You want, you can try to kick my ass later, Surly." He grins as he starts moving out with the stuff. "Key word...try."

Surly: *laughs* works for me. *smirks gleefully* bring it on, dude, bring it ~on~. *mentally adding that if he sticks to his current form--she has a pretty decent chance. she was too pissed to fight well the last time, that's it. yeah. bad to get that pissed....*

Aerin Thomas: He grins and sets everything in the car, then looks to her. "You want me to follow you home, in case Doctor Evil decides to try anything funky?"

Surly: *shrugs* if you want. might make things easier if we're going to spar later anyway. *laughs again*

Fun Night. : And Marcos and Charles moves out back to his large SUV. "Take care of yourself Surly." Marcos says and then looks to Aerin. "If you want, but I think we should be fine." Charles just gets in and doesn't say anything for now. Seeming ot be thinking.

Surly: *grunts by way of farewell, eyeing Charles for a long moment. and then gets into her own car, buckling up and all of that*

Aerin Thomas: "I meant Surly, Marcos. See you later." He nods to the man with a smile, and gets into his hybrid, waiting to follow Surly home.

Surly: *heads off, kicking up her stereo a tad louder than normal. since it's usually off--pretty much means she simply turns it on and tunes it to the first station playing something......classical!!*

Fun Night. : Marcos just smacks his head for a moment. He keeps doing that for some reason and then heads off with charles.

Aerin Thomas: ((Thanks for the scene, guys. Was good stuff!))

Surly: ((*nods and HUGS* yes, it was! LOL!))

Fun Night. : (hehe, np :) )