Journey 06/08: Supernatural AU
Title: Gone Crazy
Author: yami_faerie
Words: ~2,000
Ratings/Warnings: Rated PG-13 (or R if you're offended by the F word), language, general spoilers for seasons 1-5 (you'd best know who the Trickster is)
Disclaimer: Not my sandbox. I'll get my own someday, I swear.
Summary: Loki messes around with the Winchesters at Crawford Hall. A retelling of 2.15 "Tall Tales".
Loki loved his tricks.
It was a pretty easy life. Pose in the area as someone unimportant, track down people who were high and mighty, and bring them down with a well-placed prank. It didn't matter if it killed them or traumatized them for life, just so long as he had fun with it.
That was when two Hunters showed up.
Loki wasn't surprised by their presence. He tended to attract them from time to time when he did some of the more outrageous things like the alien abduction he was planning for that frat boy, Curtis, but he was intrigued by the pair he had show up this time.
Sam and Dean Winchester. We knew it was all gonna come down to you two.
So he couldn't kill the two brothers. So what? It didn't mean he couldn't play around with them, screw with their heads a little. And really, it was all too easy. He knew what they had been through in the last year, knew how they had become closer as the tragedies unfolded in their lives, but that didn't mean they were incapable of being pissed off with each other, and boy, did he get them too turned around to make sense of anything.
Fun times.
"I feel like we've gone crazy," Dean muttered as Sam stepped back from the (limited) remains of the research scientist. "The whole town's gone crazy!"
"Relax, Dean," Sam sighed, turning off the light on the microscope thing and snapping the lid back on the remains. "Seriously, if anyone can figure this out, it's Bobby. Let's just head back to the motel."
Dean sighed and nodded.
Loki had been around for a very long time, longer than anyone knew. Of course, he wasn't about to go spilling that he was really an archangel in disguise, but who needed the details, right? Point was, watching Sam and Dean made him feel just a little bit sad about what was going to come in the future. They really did care about each other.
Of course, so had his big brothers, and look how that had turned out.
Loki shook his head and returned his attention to the lovely ladies feeding him bits of sugary goodness. Man, he really needed to unwind before the memories got to be too much.
The sex was very, very good.
Once Sam started paying attention to the janitor's emotions, he noticed something very different about them. It kind of reminded him of that shapeshifter back in Milwaukee. They were definitely emotions, but they had a distinctly non-human aspect to them, too. The janitor was incredibly complicated, way more than the shapeshifter could have even attempted. Shapeshifters were pretty driven by their need to look like something other than what they were, and by whatever their desires of the time were.
The janitor's needs and desires were simple, but they weren't, at the same time. It was weird. Sam couldn't help but frown as he walked behind the short man.
"I'm not that short, my friend."
Dean met Sam's eyes with a confused expression and Sam sighed, knowing then that the ruse was up. "Dude, everyone's short to me."
The janitor glanced up at Sam with a grin. "I'd bet, Gigantor," he said, and Sam rolled his eyes.
"Gigantor, Sasquatch, freakishly tall," he muttered. "Can't you think of something more original?"
The janitor stopped walking and turned to face Sam and Dean. "Can't you two think of a more original excuse to follow me around?"
"What?" Dean said, looking more confused than ever. Sam gave an inward sigh. None of this was going the way it should have.
"You're a Trickster," Sam said to the janitor.
"Loki, more specifically," the janitor clarified.
"Right," Sam said. "Loki. You killed two people and traumatized a third."
"Oh, come on!" Loki exclaimed. "Those dicks had it comin' to 'em!"
"Still doesn't make it right," Sam said with a shrug.
"Who ever said anything about right?" asked Loki. "Look, how about I give you back your laptop, fix the car and we call it even?"
Dean stared at Loki. "You mean you fix things and we just - leave?"
Loki nodded. "Sounds about right to me."
"Screw this," Dean muttered, turning to walk away. "I'm getting Bobby."
"Dean -" Sam tried, but his brother ignored him, so he turned back to Loki. "Is this the part where you try to kill us?"
"I don't have to try," Loki said with a shrug. "I could just kill ya here and now, you know."
Sam stared at Loki. "You don't feel like that's what you're about to do."
Loki stared right back. "You're more than I expected," he said after a moment.
"Excuse me?" Sam said in confusion.
Loki chuckled. "Look, why don't you just hit the road?"
"Because that's not what we do," Sam said slowly.
"Well, I like you and Dean," Loki said. "No really," he added at Sam's disbelieving look. "I could treat you two to… anything. You want girls? Money?"
Sam sighed. "Not really," he said. "Well, Dean would probably want girls…"
"But what do you want, Sam?" Loki asked, and he seemed genuinely interested.
Sam looked away, wondering how long it would take for Bobby to get over the college campus. "Things you can't give me," he said.
"Try me."
Sam rolled his eyes again. "Look, you're a demi-god, right? That doesn't mean you can give me back my parents, or my girlfriend, or my life at Stanford, or any of it. My life sucks, but it's what I got, so thanks, but no thanks."
"You're no ray of sunshine," Loki observed thoughtfully.
"You wouldn't be either if you were a human with freaky powers and demon blood in your veins," Sam muttered.
"Ah," said Loki.
There was a moment of silence.
"Seriously, we're here to kill you," Sam spoke up at last, staring down at Loki. "Why are we just standing here talking?"
Loki tilted his head to one side. "I decided I'm gonna fight it out with your brother and friend."
"But not me?" Sam asked after a moment, feeling beyond confused now.
"You're the freak, apparently," Loki said with a shrug. "No need to give you Hunters an unfair advantage."
"What?" Sam said, taken aback.
"I'll see ya around, Sammy," Loki said, raising one hand and snapping his fingers before Sam could do anything.
The world went black.
"Where's Sam?" asked Bobby the moment Dean came running up to him.
"Back with the Trickster," Dean sighed. "He felt more like talkin' than he did ganking the damn thing."
"What?" Bobby said, holding out a stake for Dean to take. "And you left him with the thing?"
"He wanted to stay," Dean said with a shrug, not wanting to admit that he might still be a little pissed off with his little brother in spite of what he knew now. "Look, can we just head back and get this over with? This whole situation is too many shades of fucked up for me to want to deal with it a second longer."
"Fine, whatever," Bobby sighed, snagging a spare stake for Sam. "Let's go."
They headed back to Crawford Hall and split up to try and figure out where the Trickster and Sam were when it became apparent they weren't where Dean had left them.
Dean wandered into a small auditorium to find two fine-looking ladies lounging on a circle bed with red, satin sheets.
"We've been waiting for you, Dean," said with brunette.
Dean swallowed hard. "You guys aren't real."
"Trust me, sugar," said the brunette, "it's gonna feel real."
Dean's eyebrows shot up and he huffed a small laugh.
"Come on," said the other girl, tossing her blonde hair over one shoulder. "Let us give you a massage."
"Well uh," Dean began with a great amount of regret, "you know, I'm a sucker for happy endings, but… I'm gonna… have to… pass." He took a deep breath and told himself to stay strong as the girls cooed and made sad faces at him.
"They're a peace offering." Dean turned around to see Loki sitting in one of the auditorium's chairs.
"Where's Sam?" Dean asked.
"Safe," Loki said before frowning slightly. "I think."
"What the hell does that mean?" Dean demanded.
"He had an unfair advantage," Loki said, waving around a hand that was holding a Snickers bar. "All those powers, you know? If there's gonna be a fight, I couldn't have him."
"And how is that even supposed to make sense?" Dean asked, pulling out his stake.
"Well, I'm not fighting," Loki said with a shrug. "Girls!"
Dean had never seen two hotter chicks throw harder punches in his life. He stumbled to his knees and looked up as Bobby came in, assessing the situation before a man with a chainsaw shimmered into existence and came right at him. Then the brunette was picking Dean up and bodily tossing him onto the stage where he slammed against the edge of the bed before slumping the ground.
Where the fuck was Sam? That was Dean's last non-fighting-related thought as the blonde dragged him to his feet to punch him some more and the chainsaw continued to roar in the background.
Sam's eyes snapped open and he shot up into a sitting position as he took in his surroundings with confusion.
How the hell had Loki put him back into his motel room?
And then he remembered. Dean and Bobby were going to try and kill the Trickster. "Crap!" he exclaimed, flying off the bed and out of the room. He didn't have a car and he was in too populated of an area to steal and hotwire one. It was going to take too long to get back to the campus.
Sam ran down the stairs and out the door into the parking lot before slamming to a halt.
The Impala was fixed. Sam stared before remembering that Dean had left the keys back in their room. "Shit!" Sam muttered angrily as he flew back into the motel and up to his room, coming back down about two minutes later and sliding into the driver's seat, jamming the keys into the ignition and starting up the engine while thinking of how pissed Dean would be if he knew how Sam was 'mistreating' his damn keys.
The Impala roared out of the parking lot and down the road toward Crawford Hall. Sam was pretty sure he broke a lot of laws on that trip, finally slamming to a stop as close as he could park and almost tumbling out of the car as he hurried up to the building, mental shields flung down as he tried to ascertain where Dean and Bobby were at that moment.
"Hey!" Sam swung around, startled to see the Trickster, because it didn't make sense. Wasn't he beyond those doors marking the entrance to an auditorium?
"What?" Sam gasped out. "I don't understand."
"And I hope you never do," Loki said, suddenly right in Sam's personal space and touching two of his fingers to Sam's forehead. Sam had a moment to curse himself for not being fast enough before everything went black again.
Bobby's aim was true, and Dean was able to snag the stake out of the air before diving forward and stabbing the damn Trickster right through the chest. Loki had a look of surprise on his face as his Snickers bar tumbled from his fingers before he looked down at the stake.
"Fuck you," Dean snarled to Loki before twisting the stake even deeper.
The girls and chainsaw maniac disappeared, and Dean pulled his stake free, watching as the Trickster's body slumped bonelessly into his chair. Breathing hard, Dean met Bobby's eyes. "Sam," Dean whispered, and then both men sprung into action once again, hurrying out of the auditorium and -
"Sam?"
Said brother groaned where he lay on the floor in the hallway and slowly blinked his eyes open. "Wha?"
Dean sighed and dropped to his knees. "Sammy, you with me?"
Sam focused on Dean. "Hey," he mumbled. "What'd I miss?"
Dean shot a frown at Bobby before focusing on Sam again. "Loki said you sent you somewhere safe, but I don't recall seeing you out here a few minutes ago."
"I was -" Sam broke off with a frown. "The Impala's fixed."
"How do you know that?"
Sam's frown got deeper. "I drove it here?" Dean didn't like that the words came out sounding like a question.
"When?"
"I…" Sam gave Dean a helpless look. "I can't remember."
"Okay," Dean said slowly, helping Sam to his feet and checking his head for any bumps.
"Dean, I'm fine," Sam muttered, pulling away and running a hand through his hair.
"But you don't remember what happened after I left you to get Bobby?"
"Well, I remember that," Sam said. "We talked, he offered me whatever I wanted, I declined, then he said he was gonna fight you two but that I had an unfair advantage and then -" Sam broke off again and shook his head. "I'm not sure after that."
"But you know you drove the Impala here," Dean said.
"Yeah," Sam said. "I don't get it."
"Well, we need to get the hell outta Dodge," Bobby said before Dean could open his mouth again. "Last thing you two knucklehead's need is another murder charge."
"I don't have murder on my record yet," Sam pointed out. "I'm just the Bonnie to Dean's Clyde."
Dean groaned and rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Let's go."
As the three men made their way out of Crawford Hall, Sam paused and turned around with a frown. "You killed him, right?"
"Yeah," Dean said. "Stabbed him right through the chest. C'mon, we need to go."
Sam looked confused, but nodded and led Dean to where the Impala was parked.
"That is a shitty parking job," Dean commented as Sam handed him the keys.
"I was more interested in getting here before you and Bobby could, you know, die," Sam replied dryly.
"We managed without you and your super powers," Dean grumbled. "And uh, by the way -"
"I know," Sam cut him off. "Me, too."
And thusly another chick-flick moment was avoided. Dean shot Sam a grin and slid into the car. Moments later, the Impala was back on the road and driving away from the campus.
Loki silently watched the brothers go. It was really going to be a shame if the future came to pass. Which it will, he told himself. They'll find a way to make sure it happens, the stupid bastards. He glanced up at the dark sky, taking in the many stars and what he knew lay beyond them. It was only a matter of time before the world would go crazy, and Loki - no, Gabriel, he thought for the first time in who knew how long - well, he was going to stay out of the line of fire as much as possible.
Too bad the Winchester's wouldn't be able to do the same.
Next: Somethin' to Hide
Author: yami_faerie
Words: ~2,000
Ratings/Warnings: Rated PG-13 (or R if you're offended by the F word), language, general spoilers for seasons 1-5 (you'd best know who the Trickster is)
Disclaimer: Not my sandbox. I'll get my own someday, I swear.
Summary: Loki messes around with the Winchesters at Crawford Hall. A retelling of 2.15 "Tall Tales".
Loki loved his tricks.
It was a pretty easy life. Pose in the area as someone unimportant, track down people who were high and mighty, and bring them down with a well-placed prank. It didn't matter if it killed them or traumatized them for life, just so long as he had fun with it.
That was when two Hunters showed up.
Loki wasn't surprised by their presence. He tended to attract them from time to time when he did some of the more outrageous things like the alien abduction he was planning for that frat boy, Curtis, but he was intrigued by the pair he had show up this time.
Sam and Dean Winchester. We knew it was all gonna come down to you two.
So he couldn't kill the two brothers. So what? It didn't mean he couldn't play around with them, screw with their heads a little. And really, it was all too easy. He knew what they had been through in the last year, knew how they had become closer as the tragedies unfolded in their lives, but that didn't mean they were incapable of being pissed off with each other, and boy, did he get them too turned around to make sense of anything.
Fun times.
"I feel like we've gone crazy," Dean muttered as Sam stepped back from the (limited) remains of the research scientist. "The whole town's gone crazy!"
"Relax, Dean," Sam sighed, turning off the light on the microscope thing and snapping the lid back on the remains. "Seriously, if anyone can figure this out, it's Bobby. Let's just head back to the motel."
Dean sighed and nodded.
Loki had been around for a very long time, longer than anyone knew. Of course, he wasn't about to go spilling that he was really an archangel in disguise, but who needed the details, right? Point was, watching Sam and Dean made him feel just a little bit sad about what was going to come in the future. They really did care about each other.
Of course, so had his big brothers, and look how that had turned out.
Loki shook his head and returned his attention to the lovely ladies feeding him bits of sugary goodness. Man, he really needed to unwind before the memories got to be too much.
The sex was very, very good.
Once Sam started paying attention to the janitor's emotions, he noticed something very different about them. It kind of reminded him of that shapeshifter back in Milwaukee. They were definitely emotions, but they had a distinctly non-human aspect to them, too. The janitor was incredibly complicated, way more than the shapeshifter could have even attempted. Shapeshifters were pretty driven by their need to look like something other than what they were, and by whatever their desires of the time were.
The janitor's needs and desires were simple, but they weren't, at the same time. It was weird. Sam couldn't help but frown as he walked behind the short man.
"I'm not that short, my friend."
Dean met Sam's eyes with a confused expression and Sam sighed, knowing then that the ruse was up. "Dude, everyone's short to me."
The janitor glanced up at Sam with a grin. "I'd bet, Gigantor," he said, and Sam rolled his eyes.
"Gigantor, Sasquatch, freakishly tall," he muttered. "Can't you think of something more original?"
The janitor stopped walking and turned to face Sam and Dean. "Can't you two think of a more original excuse to follow me around?"
"What?" Dean said, looking more confused than ever. Sam gave an inward sigh. None of this was going the way it should have.
"You're a Trickster," Sam said to the janitor.
"Loki, more specifically," the janitor clarified.
"Right," Sam said. "Loki. You killed two people and traumatized a third."
"Oh, come on!" Loki exclaimed. "Those dicks had it comin' to 'em!"
"Still doesn't make it right," Sam said with a shrug.
"Who ever said anything about right?" asked Loki. "Look, how about I give you back your laptop, fix the car and we call it even?"
Dean stared at Loki. "You mean you fix things and we just - leave?"
Loki nodded. "Sounds about right to me."
"Screw this," Dean muttered, turning to walk away. "I'm getting Bobby."
"Dean -" Sam tried, but his brother ignored him, so he turned back to Loki. "Is this the part where you try to kill us?"
"I don't have to try," Loki said with a shrug. "I could just kill ya here and now, you know."
Sam stared at Loki. "You don't feel like that's what you're about to do."
Loki stared right back. "You're more than I expected," he said after a moment.
"Excuse me?" Sam said in confusion.
Loki chuckled. "Look, why don't you just hit the road?"
"Because that's not what we do," Sam said slowly.
"Well, I like you and Dean," Loki said. "No really," he added at Sam's disbelieving look. "I could treat you two to… anything. You want girls? Money?"
Sam sighed. "Not really," he said. "Well, Dean would probably want girls…"
"But what do you want, Sam?" Loki asked, and he seemed genuinely interested.
Sam looked away, wondering how long it would take for Bobby to get over the college campus. "Things you can't give me," he said.
"Try me."
Sam rolled his eyes again. "Look, you're a demi-god, right? That doesn't mean you can give me back my parents, or my girlfriend, or my life at Stanford, or any of it. My life sucks, but it's what I got, so thanks, but no thanks."
"You're no ray of sunshine," Loki observed thoughtfully.
"You wouldn't be either if you were a human with freaky powers and demon blood in your veins," Sam muttered.
"Ah," said Loki.
There was a moment of silence.
"Seriously, we're here to kill you," Sam spoke up at last, staring down at Loki. "Why are we just standing here talking?"
Loki tilted his head to one side. "I decided I'm gonna fight it out with your brother and friend."
"But not me?" Sam asked after a moment, feeling beyond confused now.
"You're the freak, apparently," Loki said with a shrug. "No need to give you Hunters an unfair advantage."
"What?" Sam said, taken aback.
"I'll see ya around, Sammy," Loki said, raising one hand and snapping his fingers before Sam could do anything.
The world went black.
"Where's Sam?" asked Bobby the moment Dean came running up to him.
"Back with the Trickster," Dean sighed. "He felt more like talkin' than he did ganking the damn thing."
"What?" Bobby said, holding out a stake for Dean to take. "And you left him with the thing?"
"He wanted to stay," Dean said with a shrug, not wanting to admit that he might still be a little pissed off with his little brother in spite of what he knew now. "Look, can we just head back and get this over with? This whole situation is too many shades of fucked up for me to want to deal with it a second longer."
"Fine, whatever," Bobby sighed, snagging a spare stake for Sam. "Let's go."
They headed back to Crawford Hall and split up to try and figure out where the Trickster and Sam were when it became apparent they weren't where Dean had left them.
Dean wandered into a small auditorium to find two fine-looking ladies lounging on a circle bed with red, satin sheets.
"We've been waiting for you, Dean," said with brunette.
Dean swallowed hard. "You guys aren't real."
"Trust me, sugar," said the brunette, "it's gonna feel real."
Dean's eyebrows shot up and he huffed a small laugh.
"Come on," said the other girl, tossing her blonde hair over one shoulder. "Let us give you a massage."
"Well uh," Dean began with a great amount of regret, "you know, I'm a sucker for happy endings, but… I'm gonna… have to… pass." He took a deep breath and told himself to stay strong as the girls cooed and made sad faces at him.
"They're a peace offering." Dean turned around to see Loki sitting in one of the auditorium's chairs.
"Where's Sam?" Dean asked.
"Safe," Loki said before frowning slightly. "I think."
"What the hell does that mean?" Dean demanded.
"He had an unfair advantage," Loki said, waving around a hand that was holding a Snickers bar. "All those powers, you know? If there's gonna be a fight, I couldn't have him."
"And how is that even supposed to make sense?" Dean asked, pulling out his stake.
"Well, I'm not fighting," Loki said with a shrug. "Girls!"
Dean had never seen two hotter chicks throw harder punches in his life. He stumbled to his knees and looked up as Bobby came in, assessing the situation before a man with a chainsaw shimmered into existence and came right at him. Then the brunette was picking Dean up and bodily tossing him onto the stage where he slammed against the edge of the bed before slumping the ground.
Where the fuck was Sam? That was Dean's last non-fighting-related thought as the blonde dragged him to his feet to punch him some more and the chainsaw continued to roar in the background.
Sam's eyes snapped open and he shot up into a sitting position as he took in his surroundings with confusion.
How the hell had Loki put him back into his motel room?
And then he remembered. Dean and Bobby were going to try and kill the Trickster. "Crap!" he exclaimed, flying off the bed and out of the room. He didn't have a car and he was in too populated of an area to steal and hotwire one. It was going to take too long to get back to the campus.
Sam ran down the stairs and out the door into the parking lot before slamming to a halt.
The Impala was fixed. Sam stared before remembering that Dean had left the keys back in their room. "Shit!" Sam muttered angrily as he flew back into the motel and up to his room, coming back down about two minutes later and sliding into the driver's seat, jamming the keys into the ignition and starting up the engine while thinking of how pissed Dean would be if he knew how Sam was 'mistreating' his damn keys.
The Impala roared out of the parking lot and down the road toward Crawford Hall. Sam was pretty sure he broke a lot of laws on that trip, finally slamming to a stop as close as he could park and almost tumbling out of the car as he hurried up to the building, mental shields flung down as he tried to ascertain where Dean and Bobby were at that moment.
"Hey!" Sam swung around, startled to see the Trickster, because it didn't make sense. Wasn't he beyond those doors marking the entrance to an auditorium?
"What?" Sam gasped out. "I don't understand."
"And I hope you never do," Loki said, suddenly right in Sam's personal space and touching two of his fingers to Sam's forehead. Sam had a moment to curse himself for not being fast enough before everything went black again.
Bobby's aim was true, and Dean was able to snag the stake out of the air before diving forward and stabbing the damn Trickster right through the chest. Loki had a look of surprise on his face as his Snickers bar tumbled from his fingers before he looked down at the stake.
"Fuck you," Dean snarled to Loki before twisting the stake even deeper.
The girls and chainsaw maniac disappeared, and Dean pulled his stake free, watching as the Trickster's body slumped bonelessly into his chair. Breathing hard, Dean met Bobby's eyes. "Sam," Dean whispered, and then both men sprung into action once again, hurrying out of the auditorium and -
"Sam?"
Said brother groaned where he lay on the floor in the hallway and slowly blinked his eyes open. "Wha?"
Dean sighed and dropped to his knees. "Sammy, you with me?"
Sam focused on Dean. "Hey," he mumbled. "What'd I miss?"
Dean shot a frown at Bobby before focusing on Sam again. "Loki said you sent you somewhere safe, but I don't recall seeing you out here a few minutes ago."
"I was -" Sam broke off with a frown. "The Impala's fixed."
"How do you know that?"
Sam's frown got deeper. "I drove it here?" Dean didn't like that the words came out sounding like a question.
"When?"
"I…" Sam gave Dean a helpless look. "I can't remember."
"Okay," Dean said slowly, helping Sam to his feet and checking his head for any bumps.
"Dean, I'm fine," Sam muttered, pulling away and running a hand through his hair.
"But you don't remember what happened after I left you to get Bobby?"
"Well, I remember that," Sam said. "We talked, he offered me whatever I wanted, I declined, then he said he was gonna fight you two but that I had an unfair advantage and then -" Sam broke off again and shook his head. "I'm not sure after that."
"But you know you drove the Impala here," Dean said.
"Yeah," Sam said. "I don't get it."
"Well, we need to get the hell outta Dodge," Bobby said before Dean could open his mouth again. "Last thing you two knucklehead's need is another murder charge."
"I don't have murder on my record yet," Sam pointed out. "I'm just the Bonnie to Dean's Clyde."
Dean groaned and rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Let's go."
As the three men made their way out of Crawford Hall, Sam paused and turned around with a frown. "You killed him, right?"
"Yeah," Dean said. "Stabbed him right through the chest. C'mon, we need to go."
Sam looked confused, but nodded and led Dean to where the Impala was parked.
"That is a shitty parking job," Dean commented as Sam handed him the keys.
"I was more interested in getting here before you and Bobby could, you know, die," Sam replied dryly.
"We managed without you and your super powers," Dean grumbled. "And uh, by the way -"
"I know," Sam cut him off. "Me, too."
And thusly another chick-flick moment was avoided. Dean shot Sam a grin and slid into the car. Moments later, the Impala was back on the road and driving away from the campus.
Loki silently watched the brothers go. It was really going to be a shame if the future came to pass. Which it will, he told himself. They'll find a way to make sure it happens, the stupid bastards. He glanced up at the dark sky, taking in the many stars and what he knew lay beyond them. It was only a matter of time before the world would go crazy, and Loki - no, Gabriel, he thought for the first time in who knew how long - well, he was going to stay out of the line of fire as much as possible.
Too bad the Winchester's wouldn't be able to do the same.
Next: Somethin' to Hide