Back to Hali... Adventures
Ok, big skip. I started with the trip TO Miami. Now, I'm going to skip everything in between, and go to the trip BACK to Halifax.
My flight was schedule for Thursday at 8:20am. Usually, for an American Airline flight, they suggest that you be at the airport 2 hours ahead. Well, my father is late for EVERYthing, and wait for the last minute to do EVERYthing. The hotel, Embassy Suites (http://embassysuites.hilton.com/en/es/hotels/index.jhtml?ctyhocn=MIASPES), was only about 10 to 15 minutes away from the airport. I probably should have been to the airport at 6:20am, but that was the time my father deemed appropriate to leave the hotel. TYPICAL.
OH, mini-story.
I was packing from like 5:30am. It was HARD. I ARRIVED with a full suitcase, yet the father thought he should buy me more stuff to bring back to Hali. At least I won't have to buy body wash or lotion for 5 years. LOL. Anyway, my bag was STUFFED (which would explain why I discovered this morning that one of my straps is popped on one end). Time to go, I was just grabbing things, and trying to make my way out. I looked down at my brother (where he was sleeping on the couch), looked up, looked down, and the stare lingered for a moment before I started toward the door again. I'm always fine when I'm heading back to Hali, until it's time to tell him that I'm leaving. He wasn't even awake and I felt like I was going to cry, but I fought it.
"You gonna wake him now?" Jill asked.
I just shook my head.
"Yeeessss! You have to wake him."
I turned up my nose, shook my head, and did the hand motion that means 'no, let him sleep'.
"Alicia... He ga be mad. He ga be mad when he wake up."
I just looked at him, and looked at her.
"Wake him, Alicia. He'll go right back to sleep."
"You sure?"
"YEEESSS! Wake hiiimmm!" *gets serious* "He ga be mad." *pauses* "When he wake up, he ga be mad."
I attempt to wake him, carefully. I kind of just scratched his back with my pointing finger, again and again... Nothing.
"Alan. Alan." Mommy woke him.
He turned over, and open his eyes... Kinda... Then he saw me standing over him. Hmmm... Thinking about it now, that may have been a little scary.
"Hey, bey. I goin' now."
"Aw, ok." *Starts to turn over, then turns back.* "Goin' where?"
"Back to school."
"What, wait. [inaudible]" *Immediately sits straight up*
*Laughter* "Look how he pitch up!"
I can't remember what happened at this point. I think he looked like a mess. I remember telling him to just lay down and go back to sleep, and that I would call him when I thought he was awake. To make light of it all, I put a pack of poprocks and sour neon worms on the ottoman near to the couch and whispered to him, "I'm leaving these for you to try again later!" He laughed, I laughed, and I headed to the door. Awkward moment. I hate the whole hugging crap. My family is NOT huggy, so it's always weird. Anyway, Jill hugged me and said to call when I was in NY. That was that.
ANYway, we got to the airport at 6:40am. I was standing at the entrance to the line (you know, they have those little poles with stretchy stuff to organize the twists and turns of long lines) where there was a woman who checks the tickets to make sure people are in the right line. She was talking to some woman who was obviously UTTERLY confused. It seemed like forever. Actually, I saw people go further up, removed the stretchy stuff themselves, and slip into the lines. Of course, being who I am, I had to do the right thing, and stand there and wait. By the time I got to give the woman by ticket, it was 6:51am. Oh, well. Whatever. I was on that line forever. My father parked the car and met me on the line. By the time I got to check-in counter it was 7:50am. The woman informed us that the flight was close (for luggage) and started questioning as to, "Why you guys come so late?" Well, she obviously never ran up on a dude like my father who has ALL the answers. He went on and on with her about us being on the line from 6:40am, and she said, "I seen the time you came. It was 6:51am. Why you come so late? Don't you know this is summer?" HAHAHA! My dad said, "I don't give a crap WHAT time of year it is! YOU know how many people you have on certain flights, and how many people will be on a line. It is NOT my problem if you don't have the staff here. ONE HOUR and FORTY MINUTES on this line, and you have FOUR agents?! For ALL these people?! Look, don't talk to ME about why I came at the time I came. Just get my daughter on a flight." Then he disappeared. I turned around and saw him talking to a supervisor. The guy came over and told the woman, "No, no. You have to do something for them. You have to do something." She told him that everything is full and yadda yadda yadda. Apparently, everything to Halifax was booked completely for the next 3 to 4 days. It was ridiculous. The guy was extremely busy, so he disappeared, and came back. She still have nothing. He told her to give him the keyboard. He logged her into his sign-in and told her what to do. He disappeared again and came back. Nothing. He hopped over the scale under the counter to get behind it. It took him a while, but he got something. Standby for the 12:25 flight to NY. Also on standby for the 3:10 flight and the 5 something flight. Standby for the 7:05pm flight from NY to Halifax. Just in case "for any reason" I didn't make the 7:05pm to Halifax, he confirmed me on the 10:35am flight to NY the next day, and put through an authorization for AA in NY to give me a hotel for the night. By the time we got all of this sorted out, it was almost 9am.
I was ready to go through security, but my father insisted that it was too early, and there was time to go to the hotel for breakfast. I reluctantly agreed after about 3 minutes of debate. First, he had to go to the men's room. THEN, it was ABSOLUTELY necessary for him to go into the bookstore/newsstand. That was about 10 minutes, but I got to look at newly released books, so whatever. Then, he HAD to have Starbucks. He has a serious coffee thing. I had a hot chocolate. Finally, we got to the parking lot, into the car, and drove to the hotel. The breakfast was still going on, so I chose my ingredients and stood in line (despite being an Adamson... hahaha... This will be explained in a future entry) to have an omelet made. I think I had french toast with it... and orange juice. At 9:30am breakfast is over, and they close it down, so at about 9:28am, we got up and started collecting muffins and fruit to take upstairs to Jill and MBMB who were still sleeping. We also got tea bags and a cup of hot water for Jill. When we got upstairs, they were still asleep, so we put it all in kitchen area.
I sat on the couch in the chill-out area, but couldn't find the remote. I grabbed the one from the bedroom (actually for the tv in there) and used it. After a while, Jill woke up, and got quite the surprise when she saw me sitting up, quite relaxed, chilled out, watching tv. Haha.
"Well... So... What's going on here?"
"Hmm? What?!"
"Missed ya flight, eh?"
"Pssht! NO! I just decided that My Brudda My Brudda was not wake enough when I left, and I needed to say a proper goodbye."
"WHAT... flickin' ever. YES, you miss ya flight!"
"No, I didn't!"
"Well, what happened then?"
"NOTHING! I needed to say bye to My Brudda My Brudda, mannnn!"
*sucks teeth* "What happened, girl? You missed the flight?"
"Noooo, maaannnn."
Finally, I briefly told her what happened, and what was expected to happen. The only thing I remember her saying is, "You'd SLEEP in NEW YORK?!" in a tone dripping of shock. Hahaha.
It was getting close to the time I wanted to leave, so I started to make a bathroom trip. At the same time, MBMB was waking up, and having the same thoughts. I heard Alan Daddy telling him to wait and "See if your sister wanna go first before she leaves." Jill had just told me, "I think he wake now. Go, surprise him. He don't know you here." Oh, well. Alan Daddy screwed it up. Anyway, he saw me, and I said, "Daddy done tell you I here, eh?" He said yeah, and then I told him lemme go ahead of him.
Time to go again. This time MBMB was wide awake, and was at the door. Jill said she's hug me again and see if I go for real this time. Off we went, with less of a load, since we already sent my checked bag through, and I left my carry on in the car. Jill asked about my socks before I left, and I explained that I put them on to go through security. (I refuse to let my bare feet touch that floor.) Off we went, for the last time for this particular trip.
So, my first flight to standby for was 12:25pm. I got back to the airport around 11:40am. It was LATE. The line for security was LONG. The woman looked at me like I was crazy. By the time I got through, me and 4 other people were running to the gate for the 12:25pm flight. All that, and I still didn't get on. They never called my name for to get on, and there were about 10 people who got called for it. It was mildly disappointing. They announced that the people on standby were automatically transferred to the standby list for the next flight in a different terminal at 3:10pm. I didn't feel like moving, so I sat around until about 2:15pm. I ended up talking to a Trini woman who had just spent 90 days in Trinidad, and was on her way back to Philadelphia where she now lives. She'd been going through some round and around travel issues as well. I think she was in Miami for a while. That day, she was flying to San Juan, and hoped to get to Philadelphia from there.
Anyway, I got to the next gate. There was a list of people on standby, in order, and my name wasn't there! EIGHTY-THREE names. Not ONE was "Wall/A". I went to speak to the agent. I told her the whole story about being on standby for the previous flight. She said my name wasn't even on standby for the 12:25pm flight! Then, she figured that because I didn't get on the 8:20am flight, my entire itinerary was "dropped". I don't know how this is possible since the Travis Johnson guy (supervisor at Miami check-in) did it, and KNEW I wouldn't be on the 8:20am, or I wouldn't NEED to be on standby. ANYway, she fixed it, got my name on the list, and I was number 33. GREAT! Most excellent. I was thinking I would be number 84. I was talking to my father through all of this, and he was saying that 33 was too far, and I needed to tell the woman the ENTIRE story, from the check-in point. He was freaking out, asking me, "You didn't tell her what you been through this morning?!... Well, you need to give her the WHOLE RUNDOWN..." Yadda, yadda, yadda. I said, "Ok," but I did nothing. WTF?! Are you KIDDING me?! The list had 83 people, and I got slotted in at 33, and I should complain?! Yeah, sure! Every time he called back, I gave him an excuse as to why I couldn't talk to any one yet. They got A LOT of people on that flight. I got down to number 16 on the list. Then, I was on standby for the next flight. I think it was 5 something. Same deal. Names transferred. I headed to that gate and took a seat. It was gonna be a whiiiiiile! The flight was delayed. Next thing we know, they said that the flight would be even later because it was late in leaving SOMEwhere (I don't remember where). It just got later and later. Eventually, they said that the flight would arrive at about 9:00pm, and then they would have to clean the plane, load luggage, etc. I started to wonder WHAT THE HELL because after this particular flight was ORIGINALLY scheduled to leave, there was only ONE other flight. It was scheduled to leave at 9:05pm. This meant that if I sat around waiting for this, the 5 something flight, and I didn't get on, I would be stuck because there would be no chance to standby for the 9:05pm flight as it would have left by the time I found out I couldn't get on this one. There wasn't much I could do, so I just relaxed and waited. Also, it should be noted that there was horrible weather in NY (for the past two days or so) so lots of flights were backed up, lots of people on standby, etc. I think it was after 9pm when they started boarding the plane. I was waiting, wondering if I would get on. Suddenly, about 3/4 through the boarding, it was stopped, and the people on the plane were called off. Apparently, the NY weather was horrible, and no planes could fly in or out of NY. They didn't know when the flight would leave, and said they would give an update between 10:30pm and 11pm. Hahaha.
Anyway, lucky me. I got called for a boarding pass. The guy was so funny. He started to tell me he was just issuing my a boarding pass, and my phone rang. I picked up and said, "Hold on," and put it down. He threw has hands up and said, "Oooooh, you didn't just do that! I ain' talking to you no more! No, no, Miss Wallace! I can't talk to you when you gon' PLAY me like that!" HAHAHA. Then he went on to serve some guy with a question. Then he came back to me, and gave me this face. I tilted my head to the side, and said in a baby voice, "I'm soooooorryyyyyyy!" Hahaha. He laughed and said, "The only reason I did that to you, sweetie, is because... We ain' goin' nowhere right now, honey." HAHAHA. Then, he gave me a boarding pass and said he just wanted me to have a seat, and he only had an aisle. I happily took it. LUCKY US! They started boarding again before 11pm. At 2am, we landed in NY. STUCK in NY for Miss Lici, but everyone else was happy. Haha. YES, I had a hotel voucher. It meant NOTHING. There were so many issues in NY with the weather and everything that ALL the hotels in the area were full. I was just like, WHATEVER. My flight was at 10:35am anyway. The lady gave me two blankets and a food voucher. I got comfy on the floor. At 3am I had the turkey sandwich and orange juice that I bought in the Miami airport around 9:30pm when I thought I would be sleeping in MIA (though I had the option to call my dad to get me and take me to the hotel). I slept a bit, waking up every hour or so. Around 7am, I got a hot chocolate and some kind of pastry. The frickin' flight was DELAYED. Go figure, eh? 11:35am. Anyway, at 11:35am, I was getting on that baby! Got to Halifax, FINALLY at 2pm. *SIGHS HEAVILY of RELIEF*
END OF STORY
STAY TUNED FOR STORIES OF THE IN-BETWEEN DAYS. Hahaha
My flight was schedule for Thursday at 8:20am. Usually, for an American Airline flight, they suggest that you be at the airport 2 hours ahead. Well, my father is late for EVERYthing, and wait for the last minute to do EVERYthing. The hotel, Embassy Suites (http://embassysuites.hilton.com/en/es/hotels/index.jhtml?ctyhocn=MIASPES), was only about 10 to 15 minutes away from the airport. I probably should have been to the airport at 6:20am, but that was the time my father deemed appropriate to leave the hotel. TYPICAL.
OH, mini-story.
I was packing from like 5:30am. It was HARD. I ARRIVED with a full suitcase, yet the father thought he should buy me more stuff to bring back to Hali. At least I won't have to buy body wash or lotion for 5 years. LOL. Anyway, my bag was STUFFED (which would explain why I discovered this morning that one of my straps is popped on one end). Time to go, I was just grabbing things, and trying to make my way out. I looked down at my brother (where he was sleeping on the couch), looked up, looked down, and the stare lingered for a moment before I started toward the door again. I'm always fine when I'm heading back to Hali, until it's time to tell him that I'm leaving. He wasn't even awake and I felt like I was going to cry, but I fought it.
"You gonna wake him now?" Jill asked.
I just shook my head.
"Yeeessss! You have to wake him."
I turned up my nose, shook my head, and did the hand motion that means 'no, let him sleep'.
"Alicia... He ga be mad. He ga be mad when he wake up."
I just looked at him, and looked at her.
"Wake him, Alicia. He'll go right back to sleep."
"You sure?"
"YEEESSS! Wake hiiimmm!" *gets serious* "He ga be mad." *pauses* "When he wake up, he ga be mad."
I attempt to wake him, carefully. I kind of just scratched his back with my pointing finger, again and again... Nothing.
"Alan. Alan." Mommy woke him.
He turned over, and open his eyes... Kinda... Then he saw me standing over him. Hmmm... Thinking about it now, that may have been a little scary.
"Hey, bey. I goin' now."
"Aw, ok." *Starts to turn over, then turns back.* "Goin' where?"
"Back to school."
"What, wait. [inaudible]" *Immediately sits straight up*
*Laughter* "Look how he pitch up!"
I can't remember what happened at this point. I think he looked like a mess. I remember telling him to just lay down and go back to sleep, and that I would call him when I thought he was awake. To make light of it all, I put a pack of poprocks and sour neon worms on the ottoman near to the couch and whispered to him, "I'm leaving these for you to try again later!" He laughed, I laughed, and I headed to the door. Awkward moment. I hate the whole hugging crap. My family is NOT huggy, so it's always weird. Anyway, Jill hugged me and said to call when I was in NY. That was that.
ANYway, we got to the airport at 6:40am. I was standing at the entrance to the line (you know, they have those little poles with stretchy stuff to organize the twists and turns of long lines) where there was a woman who checks the tickets to make sure people are in the right line. She was talking to some woman who was obviously UTTERLY confused. It seemed like forever. Actually, I saw people go further up, removed the stretchy stuff themselves, and slip into the lines. Of course, being who I am, I had to do the right thing, and stand there and wait. By the time I got to give the woman by ticket, it was 6:51am. Oh, well. Whatever. I was on that line forever. My father parked the car and met me on the line. By the time I got to check-in counter it was 7:50am. The woman informed us that the flight was close (for luggage) and started questioning as to, "Why you guys come so late?" Well, she obviously never ran up on a dude like my father who has ALL the answers. He went on and on with her about us being on the line from 6:40am, and she said, "I seen the time you came. It was 6:51am. Why you come so late? Don't you know this is summer?" HAHAHA! My dad said, "I don't give a crap WHAT time of year it is! YOU know how many people you have on certain flights, and how many people will be on a line. It is NOT my problem if you don't have the staff here. ONE HOUR and FORTY MINUTES on this line, and you have FOUR agents?! For ALL these people?! Look, don't talk to ME about why I came at the time I came. Just get my daughter on a flight." Then he disappeared. I turned around and saw him talking to a supervisor. The guy came over and told the woman, "No, no. You have to do something for them. You have to do something." She told him that everything is full and yadda yadda yadda. Apparently, everything to Halifax was booked completely for the next 3 to 4 days. It was ridiculous. The guy was extremely busy, so he disappeared, and came back. She still have nothing. He told her to give him the keyboard. He logged her into his sign-in and told her what to do. He disappeared again and came back. Nothing. He hopped over the scale under the counter to get behind it. It took him a while, but he got something. Standby for the 12:25 flight to NY. Also on standby for the 3:10 flight and the 5 something flight. Standby for the 7:05pm flight from NY to Halifax. Just in case "for any reason" I didn't make the 7:05pm to Halifax, he confirmed me on the 10:35am flight to NY the next day, and put through an authorization for AA in NY to give me a hotel for the night. By the time we got all of this sorted out, it was almost 9am.
I was ready to go through security, but my father insisted that it was too early, and there was time to go to the hotel for breakfast. I reluctantly agreed after about 3 minutes of debate. First, he had to go to the men's room. THEN, it was ABSOLUTELY necessary for him to go into the bookstore/newsstand. That was about 10 minutes, but I got to look at newly released books, so whatever. Then, he HAD to have Starbucks. He has a serious coffee thing. I had a hot chocolate. Finally, we got to the parking lot, into the car, and drove to the hotel. The breakfast was still going on, so I chose my ingredients and stood in line (despite being an Adamson... hahaha... This will be explained in a future entry) to have an omelet made. I think I had french toast with it... and orange juice. At 9:30am breakfast is over, and they close it down, so at about 9:28am, we got up and started collecting muffins and fruit to take upstairs to Jill and MBMB who were still sleeping. We also got tea bags and a cup of hot water for Jill. When we got upstairs, they were still asleep, so we put it all in kitchen area.
I sat on the couch in the chill-out area, but couldn't find the remote. I grabbed the one from the bedroom (actually for the tv in there) and used it. After a while, Jill woke up, and got quite the surprise when she saw me sitting up, quite relaxed, chilled out, watching tv. Haha.
"Well... So... What's going on here?"
"Hmm? What?!"
"Missed ya flight, eh?"
"Pssht! NO! I just decided that My Brudda My Brudda was not wake enough when I left, and I needed to say a proper goodbye."
"WHAT... flickin' ever. YES, you miss ya flight!"
"No, I didn't!"
"Well, what happened then?"
"NOTHING! I needed to say bye to My Brudda My Brudda, mannnn!"
*sucks teeth* "What happened, girl? You missed the flight?"
"Noooo, maaannnn."
Finally, I briefly told her what happened, and what was expected to happen. The only thing I remember her saying is, "You'd SLEEP in NEW YORK?!" in a tone dripping of shock. Hahaha.
It was getting close to the time I wanted to leave, so I started to make a bathroom trip. At the same time, MBMB was waking up, and having the same thoughts. I heard Alan Daddy telling him to wait and "See if your sister wanna go first before she leaves." Jill had just told me, "I think he wake now. Go, surprise him. He don't know you here." Oh, well. Alan Daddy screwed it up. Anyway, he saw me, and I said, "Daddy done tell you I here, eh?" He said yeah, and then I told him lemme go ahead of him.
Time to go again. This time MBMB was wide awake, and was at the door. Jill said she's hug me again and see if I go for real this time. Off we went, with less of a load, since we already sent my checked bag through, and I left my carry on in the car. Jill asked about my socks before I left, and I explained that I put them on to go through security. (I refuse to let my bare feet touch that floor.) Off we went, for the last time for this particular trip.
So, my first flight to standby for was 12:25pm. I got back to the airport around 11:40am. It was LATE. The line for security was LONG. The woman looked at me like I was crazy. By the time I got through, me and 4 other people were running to the gate for the 12:25pm flight. All that, and I still didn't get on. They never called my name for to get on, and there were about 10 people who got called for it. It was mildly disappointing. They announced that the people on standby were automatically transferred to the standby list for the next flight in a different terminal at 3:10pm. I didn't feel like moving, so I sat around until about 2:15pm. I ended up talking to a Trini woman who had just spent 90 days in Trinidad, and was on her way back to Philadelphia where she now lives. She'd been going through some round and around travel issues as well. I think she was in Miami for a while. That day, she was flying to San Juan, and hoped to get to Philadelphia from there.
Anyway, I got to the next gate. There was a list of people on standby, in order, and my name wasn't there! EIGHTY-THREE names. Not ONE was "Wall/A". I went to speak to the agent. I told her the whole story about being on standby for the previous flight. She said my name wasn't even on standby for the 12:25pm flight! Then, she figured that because I didn't get on the 8:20am flight, my entire itinerary was "dropped". I don't know how this is possible since the Travis Johnson guy (supervisor at Miami check-in) did it, and KNEW I wouldn't be on the 8:20am, or I wouldn't NEED to be on standby. ANYway, she fixed it, got my name on the list, and I was number 33. GREAT! Most excellent. I was thinking I would be number 84. I was talking to my father through all of this, and he was saying that 33 was too far, and I needed to tell the woman the ENTIRE story, from the check-in point. He was freaking out, asking me, "You didn't tell her what you been through this morning?!... Well, you need to give her the WHOLE RUNDOWN..." Yadda, yadda, yadda. I said, "Ok," but I did nothing. WTF?! Are you KIDDING me?! The list had 83 people, and I got slotted in at 33, and I should complain?! Yeah, sure! Every time he called back, I gave him an excuse as to why I couldn't talk to any one yet. They got A LOT of people on that flight. I got down to number 16 on the list. Then, I was on standby for the next flight. I think it was 5 something. Same deal. Names transferred. I headed to that gate and took a seat. It was gonna be a whiiiiiile! The flight was delayed. Next thing we know, they said that the flight would be even later because it was late in leaving SOMEwhere (I don't remember where). It just got later and later. Eventually, they said that the flight would arrive at about 9:00pm, and then they would have to clean the plane, load luggage, etc. I started to wonder WHAT THE HELL because after this particular flight was ORIGINALLY scheduled to leave, there was only ONE other flight. It was scheduled to leave at 9:05pm. This meant that if I sat around waiting for this, the 5 something flight, and I didn't get on, I would be stuck because there would be no chance to standby for the 9:05pm flight as it would have left by the time I found out I couldn't get on this one. There wasn't much I could do, so I just relaxed and waited. Also, it should be noted that there was horrible weather in NY (for the past two days or so) so lots of flights were backed up, lots of people on standby, etc. I think it was after 9pm when they started boarding the plane. I was waiting, wondering if I would get on. Suddenly, about 3/4 through the boarding, it was stopped, and the people on the plane were called off. Apparently, the NY weather was horrible, and no planes could fly in or out of NY. They didn't know when the flight would leave, and said they would give an update between 10:30pm and 11pm. Hahaha.
Anyway, lucky me. I got called for a boarding pass. The guy was so funny. He started to tell me he was just issuing my a boarding pass, and my phone rang. I picked up and said, "Hold on," and put it down. He threw has hands up and said, "Oooooh, you didn't just do that! I ain' talking to you no more! No, no, Miss Wallace! I can't talk to you when you gon' PLAY me like that!" HAHAHA. Then he went on to serve some guy with a question. Then he came back to me, and gave me this face. I tilted my head to the side, and said in a baby voice, "I'm soooooorryyyyyyy!" Hahaha. He laughed and said, "The only reason I did that to you, sweetie, is because... We ain' goin' nowhere right now, honey." HAHAHA. Then, he gave me a boarding pass and said he just wanted me to have a seat, and he only had an aisle. I happily took it. LUCKY US! They started boarding again before 11pm. At 2am, we landed in NY. STUCK in NY for Miss Lici, but everyone else was happy. Haha. YES, I had a hotel voucher. It meant NOTHING. There were so many issues in NY with the weather and everything that ALL the hotels in the area were full. I was just like, WHATEVER. My flight was at 10:35am anyway. The lady gave me two blankets and a food voucher. I got comfy on the floor. At 3am I had the turkey sandwich and orange juice that I bought in the Miami airport around 9:30pm when I thought I would be sleeping in MIA (though I had the option to call my dad to get me and take me to the hotel). I slept a bit, waking up every hour or so. Around 7am, I got a hot chocolate and some kind of pastry. The frickin' flight was DELAYED. Go figure, eh? 11:35am. Anyway, at 11:35am, I was getting on that baby! Got to Halifax, FINALLY at 2pm. *SIGHS HEAVILY of RELIEF*
END OF STORY
STAY TUNED FOR STORIES OF THE IN-BETWEEN DAYS. Hahaha