My Happiness
Title: My Happiness
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis - AU
Characters: Sheppard, Caldwell, Hermiod, Lorne, Keller, Ronon, and Teyla
Rating: Gen
Orientation: Het
Word Count: 2,588
Warning: Might be construed as death!fic, since there is a ghost, but not really.
Prompts:
For sg1_five_things prompt set 144: “Five crises averted by Teyla”
Alternate Universe Bingo Fill: “Hauntings” - Wildcard
Dark Bingo Fill: “Haunting”
Ancient City Bingo Fill: “One and Only”
10 tropes Fill: “Haunted Castle”
The thunder rolled across the sea and lighting flashed near the horizon. The promised storm would be upon them soon. “Are we going to make it, Captain Caldwell?” John shouted over the roar of the waves as the schooner Daedelus fought her way towards safe harbor.
“If the wind doesn’t shift!” the Captain replied. He raised an arm and pointed. “There she is!”
Rising up ahead of them were the majestic spires of the ancient city of Atlantis, John’s destination. It had taken him years to get the proper permits to access the city. Anticipation and excitement drove him to the rail, despite the weather. His team of researchers were all holed up below, refusing to come out in the storm.
“Are you really sure you want to be heading there, Mister Sheppard?” Hermiod the ship’s navigator asked as he moved past John with sure footed confidence. “They say it is haunted.”
“That is precisely why I’m going there. Hey, where are your clothes?”
Hermiod blinked wide dark eyes at John and answered in a tone that said he thought John was daft for asking. “Down below, where it is dry.”
“Oh,” John had no answer to that.
They made it to one of the five piers just before the full force of the storm reached the city. Caldwell hurried John and his people off. Their gear was practically hurled from the deck by the Daedalus’ crew to land beside them in a messy heap.
“We’ll be back in there days, as agreed!” Caldwell shouted as the Daedalus moved away from the pier.
“Come on, let’s get out of the weather!” John called, reaching for the straps of one of the equipment bags.
“Sheppard! This is highly sensitive equipment and they tossed it around like dead fish!” McKay complained as he hugged a case tightly to his chest.
“Bring your dead fish and let’s go already.”
His videographer, Evan Lorne, fell into step beside him as they went to the doors. “So, boss, you getting one of your vibes?”
He smirked and nodded. “Oh yeah! Big time. It’s like this whole place is vibrating, can’t you feel it?”
“I feel something. Maybe it’s the ghost. Dude, it would be totally, totally awesome if we could capture this thing on camera.”
Sheppard jumped back as the door opened as he approached it. “Whoa!” John exclaimed, echoed by Lorne. Fumbling for his camera, Lorne almost fell over in his haste to get it out of the bag and up onto his shoulder.
In his usual brusque manner, McKay just shoved past John and Evan and went inside. Nothing fazed the man. Bringing up the rear were Jennifer and Ronon, lugging the lions share of the team’s gear, while Rodney had typically grabbed just his own belongings.
Jennifer smiled at John as she squeezed past him, she was humming the same song she had been alternately singing or humming the entire trip here, “I Will be Your One and Only.” John hadn’t liked the song at the start, he despised it now. She knew it irked him so she continued torturing him. Jennifer had been the one to tell the boys about the legend of the Lady of Atlantis and how her soul could only be put to rest if her “One and Only,” her destined soul mate came to the Ancient city and released her from her torment.
They were legend debunkers, they didn’t really believe in this sort of thing. At least that’s what they told the producers of their cable specials. In truth, Sheppard had a knack for finding weird stuff, and his friends loved going along for the ride, especially because they made a nice profit off the network.
John let the rest of the team clear the entry before stepping through the door. He had not gone three steps before the city’s lights came on and the hallway was fully lit.
“Well, that’s new, we won’t have to fumble around by flashlight and night vision goggles,” Rodney remarked.
It was different than their usual gig, though John wasn’t certain he liked the change. When the lights had come on, he had felt something akin to an electric charge run down his spine. “Shh!” he shushed and held up a hand at his team as he cocked his ear and listened intenetly to the noise that had caught his attention.
“Boss?” Evan droned in a low voice when John didn’t enlighten them after a few moments.
“Do you hear that? It’s whispering. Something is whispering at us.”
Four pairs of eyes stared at him with various levels of disbelief. Sheppard turned away from them and started walking, leaving the others to either follow their team leader or stay where they were.
~*~
Someone had come. Unwinding herself from the bubbling column where she spent her days because the sound and color amused her, Teyla let herself drift and fall into communion with the City’s mind. The City would tell her what was going on.
People had come, five of them. They were exploring.
The City had lit their way, responding to one of them. The City proclaimed him to be one of the children, returned home. His blood sang with the gifts of the Ancients. The City was joyful; it had been generations since one of the children had walked her halls. Because the City was happy, Teyla was happy.
Teyla allowed herself to feel it for a while, basking in the feelings of lightness. But then she remembered herself. This was not her truth, this was not her joy. This was the glee of her captor, the elation of her prison, the jubilation of that which would not let her truly pass on to be with her ancestors. She was trapped here. The City kept her here. She should be ashamed of herself, sharing in that happiness.
She forced herself away from the City’s being, the thing that thought itself a live creature. Teyla grew angry at the thought of the machine that pretended to be real. Teyla had lived; Teyla had been a child of the gods, blessed with a soul. And this place had stolen it from her, locked her away, trapped her and kept her spirit from joining those of her ancestors that had passed before her.
Enraged, she lashed out at the City, drawing energy suddenly and hurling it back in a place that would cause hurt. The lights went out.
That made Teyla glad. And it was her own gladness, not that of the pretender.
She decided to go and see the living visitors for herself.
~*~
“The legends say if you trespass here, the City will trap you and you’ll never leave. There are supposedly hundreds of ghosts here, John,” Jennifer called as she read from her datapad.
How the girl got internet service out here in the middle of nowhere, he had no clue, but she always managed it. Jennifer was never disconnected. She started singing the refrain of One and Only again.
“Stop glaring at my girlfriend, Sheppard,” Ronon growled, cuffing his friend behind the head.
Sheppard pointed at the petite blonde that was now smirking at him as she leaned against Ronon. “Tell her to stop singing at me!”
The array of monitors that McKay had set up on the floor in the room with the giant ring in it suddenly started going mad with activity. Alarms were ringing, buzzers buzzed, bells chimed, the works.
Lorne came running from a side corridor, camera pointed at the equipment. “What’s going on?”
As John ran up the stairs to where McKay was working in a room that overlooked the ‘Ring Room’ as they were calling it, every one of the steps lit up as his foot fell.
“Sheppard, that is so cool! I got the whole thing, every step!” Lorne called, following John.
Turning to face Lorne, John plastered on his game face and smiled for the camera as he walked backwards. He gestured broadly with his arm. “All the equipment just went nuts. I’m going up to check with Rodney and see what he’s got. Hey Rodney, tell me something’s here, man!”
In a put upon voice, Rodney replied, “There’s something here. We’ve got readings that indicate a presence. I’m not sure what the lights going on and off have to do with anything, probably an electrical short somewhere.”
Speaking for the camera, John asked, “Could it be the presence trying to communicate with us?”
“I don’t know Sheppard. Why don’t you go have Jenny pull out her crystals and chant a little? Oh, I know, get her to do a séance! I’ll let you know if I get anything solid on the pickups.”
Sheppard huffed out a breath and went back downstairs to talk to Jennifer. Rodney was never good on camera, it took a lot of editing to get useable footage of him for the final episodes.
Rolling his eyes at Rodney, Lorne turned the camera away from him and started walking around, filming the lights going on and off. “I wonder what this thing does?” Evan said, stopping in front of a table with a bunch of glass crystals on it. Balancing the camera with one hand, he touched the fingers of the other to one of the crystals. The crystal lit up, there was a noise and the ring down below suddenly flared to life, a blue light circling around the edge before stopping. A symbol remained lit.
“COOL!” Evan cried and pressed another crystal.
~*~
One of them was activating the Ring of the Ancestors. Foolish, very foolish; without a proper sequence, the Ring would send one to their doom when they stepped through. Teyla went to the Control room and twirled around the man pressing the crystals at random. “Stop. You must stop!”
He could not hear her. She went to the rail and looked down. The one with the dark hair, the one the City said was one of the children, was walking around near the Ring of the Ancestors. He would be consumed by the flare when it came.
Teyla went to him, circling around him, pleading, “You must move. It is not safe, you must move away!”
His posture changed and he spun on his heel and looked directly at her. “There’s something here!”
“Please. Just move away. Go over there.” She reached out with both of her transparent hands and pushed at his shoulders. It was hard to tell which of them was more surprised as she connected and he was shoved backwards. He tripped over a piece of equipment and fell. Teyla was unbalanced as well and flowed with him as he went.
“What the hell?” the man exclaimed. His hands came up and she felt the touch of another for the first time since being enveloped by the beam of light when she came seeking refuge. “I feel something. There’s something tangible here!” the man shouted and wrapped his arms around her.
With a loud roar, the Ring of the Ancestors suddenly engaged behind them. The man’s eyes went wide as he stared at it. Looking through Teyla’s form, he had a perfect view of the death that had just been narrowly averted.
She didn’t wish to move, she was enjoying the sensation of being held. It made her feel real again. She looked into his eyes and she felt something stirring within her, something she had thought long dead. She felt desire, desire to be whole, desire to touch and be touched in return feelings aroused by this man that was so welcomed by the City. “You would have died,” Teyla told him.
“I would have died,” he repeated in a whisper.
The big man with the wild hair was approaching the rippling blue Ring. Teyla saw him moving and whispered a warning, “Call your friend away.”
“Ronon, don’t touch!” Sheppard yelled.
The one that had activated the rings was now standing over them. “Hey Sheppard, what’s going on?”
“There’s something here. I can feel something here,” the one called Sheppard said.
Teyla felt the touch of the City. It was tinged with extreme sadness. That was new. Teyla let her mind drift to explore it. The City was drained, her energy was nearly gone. The City was saying goodbye to Teyla, she realized. There was no longer enough energy to maintain the hold upon her that had kept her incorporeal for so many, many years.
It seemed that finally, Teyla was going to be free. Because of these people, her soul was going to be released to join the ancestors.
Joyfully, with gratitude, she wrapped her arms around the one called Sheppard and pressed her forehead to his, saying over and over again, “Thank you, thank you.”
Warm hands suddenly clasped her face and his lips pressed to hers. She felt a surge of energy as the City poured the last dregs of power through her, a parting gift, perhaps.
It hurt. Teyla screamed as she felt herself being torn asunder again.
And then the pain vanished. She felt suddenly heavy and collapsed in Sheppard’s arms.
~*~
“Holy crap, John!” Evan exclaimed.
“What did you do?” Jennifer asked, running over to stare down at Sheppard as well. She and Evan had been the only ones watching John, McKay and Ronon had been watching the Ring.
“Where’d she come from?” McKay asked, pointing to the woman sprawled across John as he took note of her presence.
Ronon walked over, stared down, nudged her leg with the toe of his flip-flop and then declared, “Not a ghost. That’s a solid chick.”
“You kissed her. I saw you kissing her,” Evan pointed at the woman and then at John. “Oh, man! I wasn’t rolling! I didn’t get any of that on camera!” He stomped away miserably, muttering to himself.
“You’re fired, Lorne!” John called. He fired Loren at least once a production, this was nothing new. Nor was the single finger that Lorne flashed at him.
The woman in his arms was dazed. John struggled to sit up, shifting her around so that she was across his lap with her head resting on his shoulder. “Something told me to do that. Hey? Hey, was that you whispering at me, pushing me around?” He poked her arm to get her attention.
She gave a weak nod. “You would have died.”
He snapped his fingers, pointing at his coat, discarded and tossed over the equipment cases. Jennifer ran over and got it and brought it over, helping John drape it over the thin, simple, sleeveless dress the woman had on. She was shivering in John’s arms.
“Where did you come from?” John asked her. He was completely confused. This had never, ever happened before. An apparition had become solid.
“Athos. A long time ago, I came through the Ring of the Ancestors and I was trapped here by the city, held within the machines that made the City run. When you came, you drained the remains of the City’s energy away, and I was set free.”
“Not a ghost then. Another legend busted!” Rodney pumped a fist. “You were a prisoner in some kind of electronic suspended animation. This is fascinating. I think could write another doctorate on this!” McKay exclaimed as he looked at the woman greedily.
Sheppard touched his hand to her face. “What’s your name?”
“Teyla Emmagen.”
“Hello Teyla, I’m John.”
She smiled up at him. “I am very happy to meet you, John.”
The End.
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis - AU
Characters: Sheppard, Caldwell, Hermiod, Lorne, Keller, Ronon, and Teyla
Rating: Gen
Orientation: Het
Word Count: 2,588
Warning: Might be construed as death!fic, since there is a ghost, but not really.
Prompts:
For sg1_five_things prompt set 144: “Five crises averted by Teyla”
Alternate Universe Bingo Fill: “Hauntings” - Wildcard
Dark Bingo Fill: “Haunting”
Ancient City Bingo Fill: “One and Only”
10 tropes Fill: “Haunted Castle”
The thunder rolled across the sea and lighting flashed near the horizon. The promised storm would be upon them soon. “Are we going to make it, Captain Caldwell?” John shouted over the roar of the waves as the schooner Daedelus fought her way towards safe harbor.
“If the wind doesn’t shift!” the Captain replied. He raised an arm and pointed. “There she is!”
Rising up ahead of them were the majestic spires of the ancient city of Atlantis, John’s destination. It had taken him years to get the proper permits to access the city. Anticipation and excitement drove him to the rail, despite the weather. His team of researchers were all holed up below, refusing to come out in the storm.
“Are you really sure you want to be heading there, Mister Sheppard?” Hermiod the ship’s navigator asked as he moved past John with sure footed confidence. “They say it is haunted.”
“That is precisely why I’m going there. Hey, where are your clothes?”
Hermiod blinked wide dark eyes at John and answered in a tone that said he thought John was daft for asking. “Down below, where it is dry.”
“Oh,” John had no answer to that.
They made it to one of the five piers just before the full force of the storm reached the city. Caldwell hurried John and his people off. Their gear was practically hurled from the deck by the Daedalus’ crew to land beside them in a messy heap.
“We’ll be back in there days, as agreed!” Caldwell shouted as the Daedalus moved away from the pier.
“Come on, let’s get out of the weather!” John called, reaching for the straps of one of the equipment bags.
“Sheppard! This is highly sensitive equipment and they tossed it around like dead fish!” McKay complained as he hugged a case tightly to his chest.
“Bring your dead fish and let’s go already.”
His videographer, Evan Lorne, fell into step beside him as they went to the doors. “So, boss, you getting one of your vibes?”
He smirked and nodded. “Oh yeah! Big time. It’s like this whole place is vibrating, can’t you feel it?”
“I feel something. Maybe it’s the ghost. Dude, it would be totally, totally awesome if we could capture this thing on camera.”
Sheppard jumped back as the door opened as he approached it. “Whoa!” John exclaimed, echoed by Lorne. Fumbling for his camera, Lorne almost fell over in his haste to get it out of the bag and up onto his shoulder.
In his usual brusque manner, McKay just shoved past John and Evan and went inside. Nothing fazed the man. Bringing up the rear were Jennifer and Ronon, lugging the lions share of the team’s gear, while Rodney had typically grabbed just his own belongings.
Jennifer smiled at John as she squeezed past him, she was humming the same song she had been alternately singing or humming the entire trip here, “I Will be Your One and Only.” John hadn’t liked the song at the start, he despised it now. She knew it irked him so she continued torturing him. Jennifer had been the one to tell the boys about the legend of the Lady of Atlantis and how her soul could only be put to rest if her “One and Only,” her destined soul mate came to the Ancient city and released her from her torment.
They were legend debunkers, they didn’t really believe in this sort of thing. At least that’s what they told the producers of their cable specials. In truth, Sheppard had a knack for finding weird stuff, and his friends loved going along for the ride, especially because they made a nice profit off the network.
John let the rest of the team clear the entry before stepping through the door. He had not gone three steps before the city’s lights came on and the hallway was fully lit.
“Well, that’s new, we won’t have to fumble around by flashlight and night vision goggles,” Rodney remarked.
It was different than their usual gig, though John wasn’t certain he liked the change. When the lights had come on, he had felt something akin to an electric charge run down his spine. “Shh!” he shushed and held up a hand at his team as he cocked his ear and listened intenetly to the noise that had caught his attention.
“Boss?” Evan droned in a low voice when John didn’t enlighten them after a few moments.
“Do you hear that? It’s whispering. Something is whispering at us.”
Four pairs of eyes stared at him with various levels of disbelief. Sheppard turned away from them and started walking, leaving the others to either follow their team leader or stay where they were.
~*~
Someone had come. Unwinding herself from the bubbling column where she spent her days because the sound and color amused her, Teyla let herself drift and fall into communion with the City’s mind. The City would tell her what was going on.
People had come, five of them. They were exploring.
The City had lit their way, responding to one of them. The City proclaimed him to be one of the children, returned home. His blood sang with the gifts of the Ancients. The City was joyful; it had been generations since one of the children had walked her halls. Because the City was happy, Teyla was happy.
Teyla allowed herself to feel it for a while, basking in the feelings of lightness. But then she remembered herself. This was not her truth, this was not her joy. This was the glee of her captor, the elation of her prison, the jubilation of that which would not let her truly pass on to be with her ancestors. She was trapped here. The City kept her here. She should be ashamed of herself, sharing in that happiness.
She forced herself away from the City’s being, the thing that thought itself a live creature. Teyla grew angry at the thought of the machine that pretended to be real. Teyla had lived; Teyla had been a child of the gods, blessed with a soul. And this place had stolen it from her, locked her away, trapped her and kept her spirit from joining those of her ancestors that had passed before her.
Enraged, she lashed out at the City, drawing energy suddenly and hurling it back in a place that would cause hurt. The lights went out.
That made Teyla glad. And it was her own gladness, not that of the pretender.
She decided to go and see the living visitors for herself.
~*~
“The legends say if you trespass here, the City will trap you and you’ll never leave. There are supposedly hundreds of ghosts here, John,” Jennifer called as she read from her datapad.
How the girl got internet service out here in the middle of nowhere, he had no clue, but she always managed it. Jennifer was never disconnected. She started singing the refrain of One and Only again.
“Stop glaring at my girlfriend, Sheppard,” Ronon growled, cuffing his friend behind the head.
Sheppard pointed at the petite blonde that was now smirking at him as she leaned against Ronon. “Tell her to stop singing at me!”
The array of monitors that McKay had set up on the floor in the room with the giant ring in it suddenly started going mad with activity. Alarms were ringing, buzzers buzzed, bells chimed, the works.
Lorne came running from a side corridor, camera pointed at the equipment. “What’s going on?”
As John ran up the stairs to where McKay was working in a room that overlooked the ‘Ring Room’ as they were calling it, every one of the steps lit up as his foot fell.
“Sheppard, that is so cool! I got the whole thing, every step!” Lorne called, following John.
Turning to face Lorne, John plastered on his game face and smiled for the camera as he walked backwards. He gestured broadly with his arm. “All the equipment just went nuts. I’m going up to check with Rodney and see what he’s got. Hey Rodney, tell me something’s here, man!”
In a put upon voice, Rodney replied, “There’s something here. We’ve got readings that indicate a presence. I’m not sure what the lights going on and off have to do with anything, probably an electrical short somewhere.”
Speaking for the camera, John asked, “Could it be the presence trying to communicate with us?”
“I don’t know Sheppard. Why don’t you go have Jenny pull out her crystals and chant a little? Oh, I know, get her to do a séance! I’ll let you know if I get anything solid on the pickups.”
Sheppard huffed out a breath and went back downstairs to talk to Jennifer. Rodney was never good on camera, it took a lot of editing to get useable footage of him for the final episodes.
Rolling his eyes at Rodney, Lorne turned the camera away from him and started walking around, filming the lights going on and off. “I wonder what this thing does?” Evan said, stopping in front of a table with a bunch of glass crystals on it. Balancing the camera with one hand, he touched the fingers of the other to one of the crystals. The crystal lit up, there was a noise and the ring down below suddenly flared to life, a blue light circling around the edge before stopping. A symbol remained lit.
“COOL!” Evan cried and pressed another crystal.
~*~
One of them was activating the Ring of the Ancestors. Foolish, very foolish; without a proper sequence, the Ring would send one to their doom when they stepped through. Teyla went to the Control room and twirled around the man pressing the crystals at random. “Stop. You must stop!”
He could not hear her. She went to the rail and looked down. The one with the dark hair, the one the City said was one of the children, was walking around near the Ring of the Ancestors. He would be consumed by the flare when it came.
Teyla went to him, circling around him, pleading, “You must move. It is not safe, you must move away!”
His posture changed and he spun on his heel and looked directly at her. “There’s something here!”
“Please. Just move away. Go over there.” She reached out with both of her transparent hands and pushed at his shoulders. It was hard to tell which of them was more surprised as she connected and he was shoved backwards. He tripped over a piece of equipment and fell. Teyla was unbalanced as well and flowed with him as he went.
“What the hell?” the man exclaimed. His hands came up and she felt the touch of another for the first time since being enveloped by the beam of light when she came seeking refuge. “I feel something. There’s something tangible here!” the man shouted and wrapped his arms around her.
With a loud roar, the Ring of the Ancestors suddenly engaged behind them. The man’s eyes went wide as he stared at it. Looking through Teyla’s form, he had a perfect view of the death that had just been narrowly averted.
She didn’t wish to move, she was enjoying the sensation of being held. It made her feel real again. She looked into his eyes and she felt something stirring within her, something she had thought long dead. She felt desire, desire to be whole, desire to touch and be touched in return feelings aroused by this man that was so welcomed by the City. “You would have died,” Teyla told him.
“I would have died,” he repeated in a whisper.
The big man with the wild hair was approaching the rippling blue Ring. Teyla saw him moving and whispered a warning, “Call your friend away.”
“Ronon, don’t touch!” Sheppard yelled.
The one that had activated the rings was now standing over them. “Hey Sheppard, what’s going on?”
“There’s something here. I can feel something here,” the one called Sheppard said.
Teyla felt the touch of the City. It was tinged with extreme sadness. That was new. Teyla let her mind drift to explore it. The City was drained, her energy was nearly gone. The City was saying goodbye to Teyla, she realized. There was no longer enough energy to maintain the hold upon her that had kept her incorporeal for so many, many years.
It seemed that finally, Teyla was going to be free. Because of these people, her soul was going to be released to join the ancestors.
Joyfully, with gratitude, she wrapped her arms around the one called Sheppard and pressed her forehead to his, saying over and over again, “Thank you, thank you.”
Warm hands suddenly clasped her face and his lips pressed to hers. She felt a surge of energy as the City poured the last dregs of power through her, a parting gift, perhaps.
It hurt. Teyla screamed as she felt herself being torn asunder again.
And then the pain vanished. She felt suddenly heavy and collapsed in Sheppard’s arms.
~*~
“Holy crap, John!” Evan exclaimed.
“What did you do?” Jennifer asked, running over to stare down at Sheppard as well. She and Evan had been the only ones watching John, McKay and Ronon had been watching the Ring.
“Where’d she come from?” McKay asked, pointing to the woman sprawled across John as he took note of her presence.
Ronon walked over, stared down, nudged her leg with the toe of his flip-flop and then declared, “Not a ghost. That’s a solid chick.”
“You kissed her. I saw you kissing her,” Evan pointed at the woman and then at John. “Oh, man! I wasn’t rolling! I didn’t get any of that on camera!” He stomped away miserably, muttering to himself.
“You’re fired, Lorne!” John called. He fired Loren at least once a production, this was nothing new. Nor was the single finger that Lorne flashed at him.
The woman in his arms was dazed. John struggled to sit up, shifting her around so that she was across his lap with her head resting on his shoulder. “Something told me to do that. Hey? Hey, was that you whispering at me, pushing me around?” He poked her arm to get her attention.
She gave a weak nod. “You would have died.”
He snapped his fingers, pointing at his coat, discarded and tossed over the equipment cases. Jennifer ran over and got it and brought it over, helping John drape it over the thin, simple, sleeveless dress the woman had on. She was shivering in John’s arms.
“Where did you come from?” John asked her. He was completely confused. This had never, ever happened before. An apparition had become solid.
“Athos. A long time ago, I came through the Ring of the Ancestors and I was trapped here by the city, held within the machines that made the City run. When you came, you drained the remains of the City’s energy away, and I was set free.”
“Not a ghost then. Another legend busted!” Rodney pumped a fist. “You were a prisoner in some kind of electronic suspended animation. This is fascinating. I think could write another doctorate on this!” McKay exclaimed as he looked at the woman greedily.
Sheppard touched his hand to her face. “What’s your name?”
“Teyla Emmagen.”
“Hello Teyla, I’m John.”
She smiled up at him. “I am very happy to meet you, John.”
The End.