haha I need to work on this. Does anybody have some spare motivation I can borrow?

Fluffles says <acnke>. Are you trying to say "acne?" I don't think snakes can get acne...

Alrighty, guys. I promise this isn't dead. I know I haven't posted anything in a while, but I'm working on it. The thing is, I've got break next week, so unless I manage to finish the next intro today I won't post anything until next Monday. So it might go three weeks between postings, and if it does, it would be nice if somebody could top this while I'm gone.

Topaz’s Intro, Day 0, 8:40ish
Topaz awoke relatively early, at 8:40ish, and wandered down the hall to the kitchen, rubbing the little eye-crusties that you sometimes get from sleeping from their eyes. They pulled open the cabinet that had the cereal, poured themself a bowl, and opened the fridge, pulling out the gallon of whole milk.

The carton, which they had expected to be heavy, was actually very light, and when they picked it up they picked it up too fast and accidentally bonked the cap on the shelf above it. Topaz frowned and closed the fridge door, then leaned their back against it to inspect the carton. As they screwed the cap off, they saw that their suspicions were confirmed. Somebody had put an empty gallon back into the fridge! Who had done this‽ (Do you like my use of interrobangs? I believe there’s a CBer named Interrobang, although I don’t think they’re very active) It definitely wasn’t Topaz… They would never do this! Never! Totally not! Completely! I’m not being sarcastic at all!

Topaz sighed. Using skim milk wouldn’t do. They would have to go to the store and get more whole milk. The closest store would be Trader Joe’s…

They hurried to their room and changed out of their PJs and into their favorite tie-dye shirt, then hurried out the door. When they were about two steps down the hallways of their apartment building, they paused. They should bring their sketchbook with them. They didn’t know where this thought had come from or why they wanted to bring their sketchbook, but they found that when they had a random idea like this it usually paid off to obey it.

So they scurried back, grabbed a random string bag, and grabbed their sketchbook from the secret drawer in their dresser. As they turned to leave, their gaze happened to land on their markers. Maybe they should bring them along… A sketchbook wasn’t much good without art supplies, after all. They shrugged and shoved them in their bag, and hurried out the door again.

It was while they were in the elevator that they finally stopped to wonder why they had grabbed the sketchbook and markers. They were literally going to a grocery store! Why would they need a sketchbook? But the elevator was already en route to the ground floor and it was too late now, so they shrugged and let their thoughts wander.

In a few moments, the elevator doors dinged and slid apart. Topaz stepped out, shrugged the string bag higher on their shoulders, crossed the lobby, and pushed out the large glass doors onto the street. Outside, it was raining hard in the bustling city, with cars zooming by and people biking on sidewalks and busy businesspeople who had forgotten their umbrellas hurrying along talking on the phone. Topaz didn’t mind the rain, but they didn’t want to be soaked either, so they took off at a light jog towards Trader Joe’s, which was only a block or two away. They weren’t quite sure how a Trader Joe’s had managed to stay in business smack in the middle of a city, but there it was, nestled right among the skyscrapers.

A minute or two later, Topaz arrived at the Trader Joe’s parking lot, and was only slightly wet and only got almost run over by somebody biking on the sidewalk once. They spotted a Spotted Lanternfly chillin’ on the asphalt of the parking lot, but before they could stomp on it somebody on a bike ran it over. They shrugged and headed inside.

The doors slid open with a quiet shuff, and they headed down an aisle towards the back where the milk was, but not before picking up at least seven weird snacks, because Trader Joe’s sells so many strange things. After carefully reading the labels, they hefted the gallon of milk into their already full arms, displacing five and a half of their weird snacks and causing them to smack to the ground. They sighed, pushed their fire-colored hair out of their face, and stooped over to pick them up. Which, of course, led to the rest of the snacks plus the gallon of milk falling as well.

They sighed again and began to gather the things back into their arms, but right before they picked up the last thing, a container of chocolate hummus, a dragonfly landed on their hand. Which, of course, startled them and made them drop all their stuff again. Then the dragonfly burped up a scroll, which startled them more.

They opened the scroll and read it, then looked at the dragonfly in confusion.

“I don’t think you’ve got the right person,” they said, “I’m not really interested in the Scampering or Sleeping or Scuttling or whatever Place.”

The dragonfly gave a shrug-burp-nod that seemed to say that they absolutely had the right person and that Topaz should absolutely be interested in the Scuttling Place.

“If you say so.” Topaz said doubtfully. “But what about Silver Crystal? I can’t just disappear! Silver would be so worried!”

The dragonfly gave a hiccup-burp-fart that seemed to say that it would be taken care of.

“Alright. But I don’t have a pen.”

The dragonfly sneeze-farted and stared pointedly at Topaz’s string bag. Topaz opened it and realized that they had their markers with them. They pulled out a bright yellow one and filled out the form with it, then handed the scrolll to the dragonfly, who quite literally inhaled it.

“Okay. Now what? Oh, and by the way, dragonfly, I know I named you Aurora, but what are your preferred pronouns?”

Aurora made a little dragonfly smile, grabbed the marker, and wrote “he/him” on the floor. Then he made a stay-right-here gesture with his little front dragonfly legs and zoomed off, leaving Topaz sitting in a pile of strange snacks on the floor of Trader Joe’s. Topaz frowned. How had they gotten caught up in this when they were just supposed to be getting milk? But before they had time to answer that question, Aurora came back with a shopping cart. Topaz shrugged and loaded their stuff into it. Aurora then made a follow-me gesture, farted, and flew off down the aisle. Topaz grabbed the handle of the cart and followed him.

The dragonfly flew straight past the cash registers and out the door. Topaz glanced back at the checkout line as they passed it, but nobody seemed to notice them walking out without paying, so they pretended they hadn’t just become a shoplifter at the young age of 16 and strolled right out the door. Once they reached the parking lot, Aurora turned and stopped. Topaz stopped next to him, and noticed that it had suspiciously stopped raining. How curious. Even the concrete was perfectly dry. But before they could ponder this phenomenon further, they suddenly felt themself being lifted off their feet! While they weren’t paying attention, Aurora had slipped behind them and grabbed them by the back of their string bag. The shopping cart was slowly rolling away without anyone holding it, but before it got too far Aurora hefted Topaz further into the air and dropped them inside of it.

“What was that for?” Topaz asked. “You could have just told me to climb in! And why do I need to be in it anyways?”

Aurora gave a sneeze-shake-shrug that seemed to say, and how do you tell somebody to climb into a shopping cart using gestures when you’re about an inch long and have no hands?

As for Topaz’s second question, it was quickly becoming apparent. The shopping cart had started rolling again, and it was picking up speed, and Aurora was bracing himself on the handle, and it was going faster, and faster, and rolling out of the parking lot and into oncoming traffic. Topaz screamed as a car almost ran them over, but then the car swerved and honked, but then there was another car, which they zipped past with a near miss, and another, and then a double-decker bus, and now they were already a block away from Trader Joe’s and somehow not been run over yet, but then there was a pickup truck speeding down the road about to run them over, and Topaz was sure this would be how they died, but then the truck screeched to a halt, and now somebody was climbing out, and Topaz was still speeding towards the car at a much faster speed than was comfortable, and by the way didn’t whoever had parked the truck in the middle of the road was blocking traffic, oh and by the way that truck looked a lot like Silver’s truck (by the way, Silver Crystal, I have decided you own a pickup truck. It’s a very nice truck with two rows of seats and a sunroof), and then THUNK as the shopping cart slammed into the front of the truck. Topaz’s whole body jolted with the impact and they saw stars. When their vision cleared, Silver was looming over them. So the truck was Silver’s after all! And it now had a new dent in it thanks to the shopping cart… oops.

“Topaz? What are you doing here? And why are you in a shopping cart?” asked Silver.

Topaz, who wasn’t quite back to their senses yet, moaned something about a dragonfly. Silver finally spotted Aurora, and deduced that Topaz’s story was somewhat similar to her own, involving a strange dragonfly and a scroll.

Silver helped Topaz out of the cart, and while Topaz was getting settled in the front seat, she unloaded the snacks from the shopping cart into Topaz’s string bag, and then tossed the shopping cart in the back of the truck.

Silver hopped into the front seat and started the car. Aurora zipped inside and Topaz pulled the door shut behind him.

“You can tell me why in the world you were in a shopping cart in the middle of the road on the way there,” said Silver, “I suspect it has something to do with that dragonfly.”

“On the way where?” asked Topaz. As Silver eased back into traffic, Aurora and Trixie seemed to be greeting each other. They sniffed each other’s butts or tails or whatever dragonflies have curiously, like dogs meeting for the first time.

“Actually, that’s a good question. My strange little dragonfly with eight legs needs to put that into the GPS.”

“Sorry, eight le—”
Topaz broke off mid-sentence, watching the dragonflies. They seemed to be doing some sort of strange dance around each other. They could almost swear the dragonflies were starting to glow… No, they definitely were glowing. The light was getting brighter and brighter. Silver gave them a curious glance for a sec before looking back at the road and shrugged.

“After a dragonfly with eight legs shows up and puts Trader Joe’s into your GPS, all the weird things stop being so weird,” she explained. Meanwhile, the glow was getting brighter and brighter, so bright that the dragonflies were getting too bright to look at, “Although it is rather distracting. Can they stop glo—”

Silver got cut off as the dragonflies flared a blinding white-hot, and everything disappeared into the burst of light.

The driver who had been behind them who was 27 years old, was named Bobert, and used he/him pronouns squinted at the empty space left behind. Had the truck in front of him really just vanished with a flash of light? He rubbed his eyes and looked again. He hadn’t had his coffee yet this morning. He must be imagining things. Yes, that was it. His teachers had always said he had an overactive imagination.

Meanwhile, inside the pickup truck which had, in fact, just vanished with a flash of light, somebody was screaming. Actually, it was two somebodies, not just one. The light had flashed, and everything went white, and then the truck was hurtling through a void, faint screaming noises emanating from it. Colors Topaz couldn’t name streaked by outside the windows at dizzyingly fast speeds. Time seemed to be both stopped and ticking by at a furious pace at the same time. Topaz couldn’t tell if they had spent seconds or hours in the void (they were actually in the void-space for roughly 1.284659 seconds). Then all of a sudden the void disappeared and the car was in a forest, hurtling towards a tree. The screaming paused for a second as the occupants of the truck realized they had come out of the weird void and weren’t dead. Then the screaming started back up again as the occupants of the truck realized they were en route for possibly the largest tree either of them had ever seen. Afterwards Topaz thought they recalled the dragonflies screaming too, but they had probably just imagined it. Dragonflies didn’t scream, did they?

Anyways, back to our truck occupants and their dilemma. Luckily, Silver had passed her driver’s license test with flying colors, and knew exactly what to do. Also luckily, their truck had an anti-lock braking system, so that Silver could simultaneously brake and wrench the wheel at the same time, which was exactly what she did. The truck swerved at the last moment, narrowly avoiding the tree, and skidded sideways to a stop before hitting any others. The car tilted dangerously onto the right side as it stopped, but Silver and Topaz threw their weight to the left side before it could tip—which, to be honest, probably didn’t make a difference it whether or not the car would’ve tipped, but it felt like it did to them, so it was worth it. The car teetered for a second and then crashed back down onto its left wheels. They both let out a sigh of relief.

At some point they had stopped screaming, although neither of them could really pinpoint when. They sat there for a moment, and then Topaz shrugged, pushed open their door, and asked “Where in the world are we?”

If only they knew.
~~~

Phew! That was 2349 words, which was waaaaaay longer than it needed to be and part of why it took so long to post, but I'm proud of it. Heh heh... these intros were supposed to be short. I've written 31 pages of intros so far...

Alrighty. With the recent Anti-Ski Lodge sentiments on CB I feel like this is something I should adress:

This is a ski lodge, and like most ski lodges, it follows the basic ski lodge sequence of events where one of the participants is a murderer and the rest are murdered. Of course, like most ski lodges, this one will be so much more than just a murder story, with its own distinct plot and setting.  This ski lodge, while containing deaths, will have no excessively gory or gruesome descriptions and will contain no more violence than any typical ski lodge. By participating in this ski lodge, you're agreeing that your
character/CBsona/OC version of yourself/whatever you want to call it and any AEs you may have enrolled
will be either the murderer or a murderee, and that you are OK with this.

If you are uncomfortable with this you are free to withdraw your character/CBsona/OC/whatever and any AEs you may have in this ski lodge up until the intros are completed. Once the final intro is completed and posted and the ski lodge is "started" I would prefer if you didn't withdraw, although of course we can work something out if you do need to for whatever reason.

If you are a not a participant and you don't like this ski lodge, don't read it (of course, you don't necessarily have to read it even if you are a participant. No matter whether or not you are involved in this ski lodge, if it makes you uncomforable you don't have to read it). 

I think all of you knew what you were doing when you filled out your forms and I don't expect there to be any problems, but I figured I'd better clarify before we got any further due to the concerns certain CBers have expressed about ski lodges.

Jay’s Intro, Day 0, 9:00 precisely
Jay woke up at exactly 9:00, on the dot. How strange. He rarely awoke this early. He yawned and stretched. Everybody in his and Chaser’s house were late sleepers, so it was unlikely anybody would be up yet. Well, he was awake now, so he might as well make good use of the morning… he would spend it reading and doodling and generally enjoying himself in the early morning sunlight that came in through his east-facing windows. Oh, wait, there was no sunlight today, because it was raining, but whatever. Rainy mornings were great too. He swung his legs over onto the floor and stood up, throwing on the first clothes he found (which were probably dirty) and sat back down on the edge of his bed. He stuffed his left leg, still recovering from his broken ankle, into his black plastic cast booot (yes, I mean booot, not boot. That’s how he spelled it in his form, and he did that way twice, so I assume it's intentional), buckled it, and stood up again.

And then he heard it. The tapping noise at the window. He turned and spotted a dragonfly, out in the rain. Not one to leave a poor insect to suffer, he hurried to the window and flung it open. He ushered the dragonfly inside quickly then slammed the window before the rain or the Spotted Lanternfly that had been hovering outside the window could get in. This dragonfly wasn’t one to wait around for Jay to be ready, so the little insect went ahead and vomited the scroll onto his bed while he was still turning from the window.

Jay frowned. Being a CBer, he wasn’t too surprised by strange events, but he still hadn’t expected a dragonfly to spit up a scroll on his bed this early in the morning. It should have at least waited until 10, when he was all the way awake. He sat down on the bed to inspect the scroll.

“Now, what have we here?” He pulled his plastic fork from his pocket and carefully rolled the scroll over. It seemed to be a pretty normal scroll. Nothing on the backside that he could see. He rolled it back so that the wax seal was facing up and carefully inspected the seal. It was a snake biting its own tail, circling a moth. How interesting. He shrugged and stabbed the seal with the fork and yanked it off. The scroll sent up a puff of sparkly blue and black glitter as the seal was broken, all over his bed. He dusted the glitter off the bed as best he could (which wasn’t very well, as anybody who has ever tried to get glitter off their clothes can tell you. He’ll have to vacuum it later) and unrolled the scroll.

Hmm. This could be fun. The letter had no signature, so he would be untrusting his life to an unknown person who ran a possibly shady resort, but he could take care of himself. He’d bring his trusty weapon, his plastic fork, so he’d be fine. He grabbed a random ballpoint pen and filled out the form as quickly as he could. He handed it to his dragonfly, who he had named Blep, and watched curiously as Blep procured a dragonfly-sized fork and knife from who-knows-where and daintily ate the scroll.

Then he stuffed his plastic fork and his phone into his pocket, put his headphones around his neck, and shoved the rest of his stuff into a duffel bag. He slung it across his shoulder, picked up his crutches, texted the group chat with Chaser and the AEs that he was going on an adventure and he’d probably be back within a month, glanced at the digital clock on his dresser, which read 9:04, and turned to face Blep.

“Alrighty. I’m ready.” Jay was the second of our dear participants to say those exact same words to his dragonfly. Surprising how unready they both were for the events to come.

Blep nodded and led him outside. The rain had stopped, and the forest his house was located in smelled strongly of petrichor and sunlight. He grinned. He loved sunny days that came right after rain.

Blep flew to the center of the clearing that Jay and Chaser’s houses were in and vomited up a hang glider. Jay, like any good CBer, knew exactly how to use a hang glider. He even happened to have an apparatus for launching a hang glider on his roof. Sure, it was untested, but it probably worked. At the very least, it wouldn’t kill him. Probably. Sure, it was how he’d broken his foot, but that was a while ago, and he’d fixed the malfunction that caused that. He grinned.

“Can you get that onto my roof with your weird dragonfly magic?”

His house wasn’t super big but it wasn’t small either, so it had a pretty nice-sized roof, and part of the roof was kinda-flattish. This was where the hang glider launcher was. He left his crutches on the ground and clambered up a gutter to the roof. It is unsurprisingly very difficult to climb a gutter while one of your feet is in a cast, but he managed it somehow anyways. By the time he got to the top, Blep was already there with the hang glider. Jay wasn’t sure how the dragonfly had gotten it up there but he wasn’t about to ask questions.

He dragged the hang glider onto the launch pad and inspected it while Blep buzzed around him. It was a sleek black design with the same seal he had seen on the scroll on each wing in white. There was a tow line attached to wherever you attach a tow line in a hang glider, which was perfect because Jay’s launching apparatus required it.

Jay shrugged, clipped the tow line into the mechanism, and put on his helmet and goggles, which he kept on the roof near the launch pad, and got himself into the glider, however one does that. I assume it involves safety harnesses and whatnot. Being all settled in, he reached over to the lever that would launch him, and yanked it hard. A giant multi-segmented arm unfolded from a large metal storage box located in front of the launch pad. Jay had clipped the rope to the end of the arm, which was currently curled up like a butterfly’s proboscis, and making whirring noises as the inner machinery prepared to launch him. Then, all of a sudden, the arm unfurled and extended, pulling the hang glider into the air, and released the tow line at just the right time to yeet the glider high into the sky.

Jay grinned! It had worked! Smiling to himself, he angled the glider towards… actually, he didn’t know. Hadn’t the letter said to follow the dragonfly’s instructions? Blep hadn’t given him any further instructions, just a hang glider. Speaking of Blep… where was Blep? Last Jay had seen the little dragonfly had been hanging about while he readied the hang glider. Jay frowned and circled over the clearing, squinting downwards towards the roof of his house. Where in the world was Blep?

That question answered itself a few moments later as Blep went zipping by Jay’s face and dove down to grab the tow line that was still swinging freely from the glider. Jay raised his eyebrows. The tiny insect couldn’t even lift the tow line. What was Blep planning to do with it?

Blep proved Jay wrong. Apparently Blep could lift the tow line. Jay watched as Blep snagged the end of the line, flying forwards and upwards with it at the same time until he was flying level to and ahead of the hang glider. Blep hovered for a moment, and then took off in seemingly a random direction, yanking the hang glider after. Jay went from idle hovering to being jerked forwards at speeds faster than should be possible for a 2 or 3 gram insect towing a hang glider. Humans generally don’t like such sudden changes in velocity. Jay was no exception.

You see, Jay was entirely under the power of this dragonfly, and he happened to be going at roughly 67 mph, which while well within (did you see what I just did there? Four words that start with W in a row. Ah, that’s so fun to say) the speeds that a hang glider can safely go, it was about twice as fast as Jay had ever gone in one. So, obviously, he was screaming, as humans have a tendency to do when traveling at a faster speed than is comfortable for them.

Blep was rather used to human screaming (gosh, that sounds really creepy. I promise there’s a really good reason for why Blep is used to human screaming that you’ll hear about later—or maybe you won’t, I haven’t quite decided whether I’ll tell you about that), and so Blep just ignored Jay and continued in the same direction. It was rather a short flight to the destination Blep had in mind, which was mostly due to Blep’s speed but also possibly due to some magic. Anyways, pretty soon they came upon the edge of a small town in the middle of the forest. Jay was familiar with this town (which was called American Spork—like the town in Utah called American Fork but better), since it was where he got groceries. He was not, however, familiar with its bus stop, since he didn’t usually take the bus. As it so happens, they were headed for the bus stop, to catch the 9:15 bus. They were actually slightly late, and the bus was pulling away from the stop, but that was no problem for a magic dragonfly.

To Jay’s bafflement, Blep dove towards the bus with the tow line. Or rather, the back of the bus. Or rather, the tailpipe of the bus. The dragonfly somehow attached the rope to the tailpipe then flew back up to Jay. As the bus accelerated, it dragged Jay’s hang glider through the air behind it. Blep hovered next to the hang glider for a moment, observing it to make sure nothing was broken, then landed on the control bar.

Jay had been very good at not asking questions up to this point, but figured he deserved some answers now.

“Okay, little dragonfly. What in the world am I doing up here? And where is this bus going? And how come you could tow the 60-ish pound hang glider when you’re like 3 grams?”

The dragonfly, of course, didn’t answer, because dragonflies don’t speak. At least, that’s what you think. That is, of course, totally wrong. Blep didn’t answer Jay not because he couldn’t but because he chose not to, and also because all the dragonflies were under strict orders not to speak to the participants to avoid freaking them out (well, to avoid freaking them out any more than they already were).

Jay sighed.

“What if I just crash landed the hang glider and ran away?”

Blep didn’t answer this either, because this was a dumb question.

Jay sighed again and fell silent.

The bus rumbled down the roads in that way that buses have, like an overweight dragon that had been woken up early in the morning and hadn’t had its coffee yet. The bus stop they had intercepted the bus at was the last stop in the fine town of American Spork, and now it turned a corner, drove down a sleepy road past a few houses, turned one more corner, and exited the town, heading down a winding road through the forest. Jay had never seen this road before, and was actually pretty sure it didn’t exist. He’d thought he knew every road out of the town. But here he was, in a hang glider, tied to the tailpipe of a bus, on a road that didn’t exist.

The bus seemed to be picking up speed. Jay frowned. He hadn’t thought buses went this fast. The trees below were passing by faster and faster, until they were just a green blur. This hang glider didn’t seem to have a speedometer, but Jay figured they were quickly approaching 70 or 80 mph and counting, which meant they were pretty close to the upper limits a hang glider could safely go. The wind whipped by, causing Jay’s sweatshirt string-things to snap back and forth. How fast were they going? Jay was starting to get really concerned, and was considering screaming when all of a sudden the bus braked hard and screeched to a stop.

Now, Newton's 1st law—or maybe it was his 3rd, I can't quite remember—says that an object in motion stays in motion unless acted upon by an equal and opposite force (or something like that. It's been a year or two since I've taken a physics course). Jay's hang glider wasn't acted upon by the bus's brakes, so he remained in motion, and continued right over the top of the bus at the same high speed. Until the line tying him to the bus grew taut and jerked him to a halt with the screeching sound of metal bending and tearing as something somewhere broke slightly.

You see, it isn't good for hang gliders to go from incredibly fast speeds to no speed at all, and when they do they have a habit of falling from the sky. Which was exactly what this one did. The hang glider hung in the air for a second and then proceeded to gently slip into a nosedive before plummeting headfirst towards the ground.

Jay screamed. Of course he did. Humans (and human-adjacents, to be inclusive to those of us who are Not Quite Human) like to make a habit of it whenever there's something scary.

Luckily, dragonflies don't make a habit of screaming when there's something scary. Instead they make a habit of dealing with the problem. And people wonder why I employ dragonflies instead of humans. Blep had been thrown off of the glider when it had jerked to a stop, but now the tiny insect dove after it, landed on it again, and unhooked the tow line. Without the line holding the glider to the bus and inhibiting Jay’s ability to steer, he was able to pull up and bring the glider to a safe landing, which was exactly what he did, bringing it down in a grassy clearing without incident.

Only after landing did he notice both the bus and the road had disappeared and he was stranded alone in some kind of forest. He also realized he had left his crutches on his front lawn before climbing onto the roof.

Jay may or may not have sworn at this point, and due to the rules of CB, we aren’t at liberty to say whether or not he did. But if he did swear at this point, it was likely a very mild one—Jay didn’t believe in excessive swearing unless it was a dire situation, and stranded alone in a strange forest with nothing but a slightly broken hang glider and a suspicious dragonfly didn’t quite qualify as dire.

“Where in the world am I? I guess this is what I get for allowing a strange dragonfly to kidnap me with a hang glider.”
~~~

I'm mad at myself. These intros have been getting steadily longer. This one was five pages, which is waaayyyy longer than an intro needs to be. I also feel bad because the first few intros were only like a single page, and the last two have been 4-5 pages, which feels a little unfair. I'm gonna try to keep them short so I can get to the actual story before school is over...

Heh heh I never should've done intros in the first place.

I'll be taking a break from writing intros for this week to work on finalizing the plot. The next intro should be out sometime towards the end of this week or the start of next week.

Aaaugh guys I've been so. busy. I haven't had time to work on either the plot or the intros--things have been crazy at my school these last two weeks and they're gonna be crazy again next week. I promise I'll try to get the next intro out as soon as possible--it just might be a little while...