Welcome to generation three, part seven of the Wrongway Legacy!

Previously, we saw the Vampire Coven turn against Kendra and force her to give up vampirism; Grayson was still working undercover with Ariel; with Austin slowly rejecting her, Elizabeth adopted a little girl named Meadow; Lavender grew into a teenager; Hex and Kendra started a relationship; in order to find out some information on his past, Hercules made a deal he would break Lavender's heart for the information; Lavender was obviously crushed, and had a sentimental talk with her parents and grandfather; Kendra fled Rubix with Grayson, after he convinced her Ariel was going to murder her; Hercules found out Aphrodite was his twin; Hex got his heartbroken when he discovered Kendra missing; Rose continued to make up adventures in the Wronglands; Forrest grew up; Rose and Will grew up, and Rose was not pleased that Will was willing to turn his back on the Wronglands. Also, Robin revealed she was going to uni in Rubix.

The recap is in a smaller font because so much happened last time! You might want to go back and read it. :)

The university near to Rubix was holding its annual open day, allowing potential students to have a peek at their new lifestyles and what awaits them. Naturally, this meant that the main shopping street in Rubix was bustling with life.

Many of the people hanging around on the high street were born and raised in Rubix, and thus used the opportunity to catch up with friends. Others used the street in a variety of ways.

The activities of the people varied, from person to person, personality to personality.

Hero McCarthy, for instance, was quite happy just to lay across a brick wall in the afternoon sunshine.

Austin, Aphrodite and Lavender, however, were happier talking by the edge of the enormous fountain.

Since the recent behaviour of Hercules, the three friends neglected to invite him along on their various trips, and so the group of friends fell to just three of them.

Rose, Will and their second cousin, Bonnie, were elsewhere on the street, also enjoying the sunshine that came with spring.

“Are you two going to talk about this problem you seem to have or what?” Bonnie asked, light-heartedly, “Because if you ask me, it seems a little silly for you guys to be arguing.”

Rose rolled her eyes, “But Will won't see my point.”

“So explain your point!” Bonnie grinned, and turned her attention back to lounging across the table that belonged to a nearby restaurant.

“Okay, okay, Will, listen, I don't like the way you told me you wouldn't give up on the Wronglands, but then you did, right?” Rose sighed, tiredly.

“Rose, we're too old to play games now.” Will answered, gently.

“There's no such thing as being too old,” Rose scolded, “besides, you don't want to help me write the story of what took place in the Wronglands.”

“You know I'm not much of a writer, Rose, I'm more of an active kind of guy.”

“But Will, I can't take care of the Wronglands by myself...with just my input. It was always a group effort.”

Will laughed, “That's all you're worried about? Rose, we can meet up and share ideas, I just won't get involved in the writing side of things. Clearly our world meant a lot to you.”

“It's all I've ever really been passionate about.” Rose smiled, enthusiastically.

Owen exited the coffee shop behind them in time to witness a hug between Rose and Will.

“What did I miss?” He asked, with a slight smile.

“The rescuing of the Wronglands.” Rose responded, making a mental note to write that down later.

Will chuckled.

Rose was happy to accept Will as her friend again, and while she realised people had to change as they grew older, she hoped Will would never completely abandon the Wronglands.

She also decided to take out the section of the story where assassins chased after Will's character.

Robin had spent the morning exploring the campus of Rubix University, but for some reason, her mother had wanted to go shopping as well as look at lecture halls, dorms, and course information.

“Mum, can we go back to the hotel yet? I have an essay due when we get home.”

“Calm down, Robin, there's plenty of hours left in the day, “Jade told her daughter, “besides, I want that dress. Wait here, and don't talk to strangers.”

“I'm not five.” Robin answered, sourly. Jade just laughed, and disappeared into the shop.

While Lavender and Aphrodite went to buy ice cream, Austin figured he would wander up and down the street in order to pass the time. Maybe he'd bump into one of those uni students who were helping with the open day and...

...that's when he spotted Robin Wrongway, studying the window display of the clothes store.

“You know,” Austin said, loudly, attracting the girl's attention, “if you were thinking of buying that dress, I wouldn't bother,” this was met with a confused look, “you already look perfect.”

Robin rolled her eyes at Austin, and glanced at the display again.

“I'm Austin, Austin Wheeler.”

“I'm Not, as in Not Interested.”

“Ooh, witty. I like that.” Austin said, smoothly.

“Are you applying to the university as well?” Robin inquired.

Austin leaned closer, “why, do you like intelligent boys?”

Robin raised an eyebrow, “I was just...curious.”

“Yeah, I am. Moving in at the end of the season,” Austin replied. Robin mentally groaned, that's when she was moving in, too, “I'm moving into the Green Dorm.”

“How unfortunate, I chose the Blue Dorm,” Robin laughed, falsely, before adding to herself, Mental note, change dorms if possible.

“So, Not Interested, tell me, have you got plans this evening?” Austin asked, with a cheeky grin.

“Austin, I did not travel a stupidly long time in a banged up old car in order to listen to your silly one-liners. Leave me alone so I can wait for my mother in peace!”

Austin raised an eyebrow, unmoved, “I'm not giving up.”

“You should.”

Austin let his smile drop, “I think I'll grow on you. You'll like me soon enough.”

Robin rolled her eyes again, “I think not, somehow. I'm going back home on Friday for the rest of the season.”

“Two days is enough time to win your heart,” Austin smiled a little, “and then we'll have the whole of university. You won't forget my handsome face.”

“Well, I'm going to try to. Bye, Austin.” Robin replied, quickly, and moved towards the fountain.

“Awkward.” Austin remarked, before heading off towards the coffee shop.

Robin sat down on the cool stone of the fountain, and grinned to herself.

“Despite all of that, I hope I do bump into him again.” She admitted, in a whisper. There were certainly no guys like Austin Wheeler in the desert she came from.

...

Hex was troubled, and the entire court knew about it. He was quiet and withdrawn, working until the small hours of the morning every single day. This night was no different.

“You're a wreck, Hex.”

“Gee. Thanks for the confidence lift, Phil.” Hex replied, dryly.

“You know what I mean. You're spending stupid amounts of time researching and mourning Kendra's departure, instead of focusing on your skills as a warlock.”

“I thought I told you, no good comes from me and magic,” Hex drank from his mug, “don't you remember what happened to Ash?”

“Yeah, I do. The elixir you brew to keep us all alive doesn't alter memories, you know,” Phillip raised an eyebrow, “we got off subject, anyway.”

“What are you suggesting I do, then, seeing as I'm such a wreck.” Hex was sarcastic in his reply.

“You should work on your magic. You never know what Ralph is up to, when he's about to attack.”

“I'm actually starting to get worried about him,” Hex said with a smile, “he's been quiet for almost a generation. Something's not right.”

“So be prepared! He's probably planning something. Failing that, he's actually raising his daughter properly,” Phillip got out the ingredients he wanted to use for his dinner, “but I advise being prepared physically and mentally.”

“Okay, I'll shape up,” Hex smirked, “but I'm going to need help of some form.”

“I'll be around.” Phillip replied, distractedly. Hex nodded and left the room.

Every morning brought a fresh round of challenges, and this morning was no exception. Hex started the way he starts everyday – by replaying all of his thoughts about Kendra.

Why would she leave me? Why would she leave with no note? Why did I bother getting close to her at all, it's my fault I feel this rotten.

Hex's thoughts were interrupted as Hercules entered the room.

“Why didn't you tell me?” Hercules demanded. Hex smiled, pleasantly.

“Hercules, tell you what? You always knew you were adopted.”

“Yeah. But when were you planning on telling me that my biological parents are-”

“Are the bane of my existence? As well the biggest threat to the lives of most people living in this town? You really wanted me to tell you that?”

“It's probably better than be blackmailed by my mother into hurting the heart of a potential heiress!”

“I thought I raised you better than to give into blackmail.” Hex responded, smiling a little.

“I can't stand this. I knew I was adopted. But you could have told me who my parents are! Who my sister is!”

Hex rolled his eyes and said nothing but, “What's done is done, right?”

“I'm going out.”

“Where?”

“Why do you care, you're not my father.” Hercules said, half-heartedly.

“Hercules, I can't let you walk out of here without-”

“I'm coming back, calm down.” Hercules rolled his eyes. The next sound Hex heard was the slamming of the front door.

...

Elsewhere in Rubix, another 'adopted' child was starting their day.

“And then Ralph gets his evil girlfriend to pull out her magic wand and-”

“Austin,” Elizabeth said, sharply, laying cereal down on the table, “don't you dare scare Meadow with those silly Ralph stories.”

“Fine, fine, let her realise what Ralph is like on her own.”

“Up until recently, Austin, you didn't think Ralph was real threat.”

“If he's so threatening, where has he been for the past generation?”

“Enough, Austin!” Elizabeth snapped. Calming herself down, she asked, sweetly, “Are you coming bowling with us, later?”

Meadow looked up pleadingly at Austin. Her favourite person in the world was her almost-brother, Austin.

Austin shrugged, “Can't. I'm seeing my Dad.”

“Fine.” Elizabeth replied, coldly, and left the room. Austin sighed.

“Why doesn't she like you?” Meadow asked, once she was sure Elizabeth was out of the room.

“It's because I'm no longer hers,” Austin said, smoothly, “I know the truth about who my Dad is. I know that Elizabeth didn't want to tell me who my Dad is. On top of all that, my Mum left Rubix years ago, and no one has heard from her since.”

“I don't know who my parents are.” Meadow answered.

“Yeah you do, your Mum is my Aunt Elizabeth, and your Dad is my Uncle Knut.”

“I don't know who my real Mum and Dad are, Austin.” Meadow told him, sadly.

“Seriously, kid, it's better that way,” Austin grinned, “it's more awkward knowing, I swear.”

Meadow beamed, “Pleeeease come bowling?”

“I honestly can't, Meadow, I'm seeing your Uncle Eli.”

“Fine,” Meadow replied, with an enthusiastic smile, “then you have to take me bowling some other time.”

“I will.” Austin promised. Meadow turned her attention to her cereal after that.

...

The following day, Will, Rose and Owen met at the Shahan house with the plan of helping Rose out with her ideas concerning the Wronglands.

“I can't believe we're doing this again.” Will laughed, cheerfully.

“What again?” Rose questioned, though she had an idea of what he was about to say.

“This pretending stuff!” Will told her, enthusiastically, “I haven't played pretend games since I was younger.”

“You make yourself sound so old.” Owen said, with a smirk.

“I don't even remember what happened last time we played.” Owen added.

“Well, basically, Princess Rosie-Posie was trapped in the dungeon of the evil Rhalph, and Prince Will was unaware because he was dealing with two of the Kingdom Witches, who turned out to be underground spies for the secret society who have yet to be identified.”

“I thought we had identified them?” Rose asked, from across the table, “As the confused spies from the agency who believed we were aligned with Rhalph?”

“I think Will's right, actually.” Owen commented.

“Owen,” Will replied, firmly, “never, ever disagree with Rose when it comes to the Wronglands. She can tell you anything and everything about them.”

“If you're done discussing my knowledge of the Wronglands, how about we begin?” Rose's statement was met with a couple of nods, “Right, so the Warlock's apprentice, Prince Will was gone, and Archa paced the beautiful garden Rosie-Posie had planted...”

Archa had never before believed in superstition, but if it had worked for the goblins when they were trapped deep in the crystal mines, it might help her bring someone home.

The Guild were gone, either imprisoned by the wicked army threatening the south border, or on trial for treason. There was only one person in the kingdom that Archa could call on.

Prince Will was the final hope of Archa, of the kingdom. The princesses were captured, and all seemed lost.

“Guardian of the Light, I call unto you, deliver my master.” Archa breathed, focusing on the thought, “Deliver my master.”

The ritual worked and Prince Will was delivered from Banishment, the eternal limbo where Rhalph sent all of his victims once he grew bored of them.

Archa continued to focus on her breathing pattern whilst Will smiled, “That is a pretty cool power to have.”

Once Archa had concluded the ritual that had summoned Prince Will, she rose to her feet, encouraging Will to do likewise.

He was panicked – of all the kingdom's nobles, he was the last remaining free. Even Sir Owen, the handsome knight who knew no fear, had been captured by Rhalph's elite army of Arielites.

“Archa, we must save Rosie-Posie. Use the Guardian of the Light if you must.”

“We cannot summon her in the same way.”

“Why not?”

“Because it our destiny to travel the lands and bring home the Princess, not the Guardian of the Light, who exists to build on our strengths when believe ourselves to be weak!” Archa cried, “I am an able assassin and you are a Prince, we will fight and we will not give up!”

Will nodded, sensing the power that was building inside Archa, “You know, I'm terrified of you, but strangely attracted to you at the same time.”

After that comment, a debate had taken place – was Archa actually the kind of female Will was after in the real world? Either way, Rose bubbled over with excitement, passionately describing the ideas she had for the story.

She was very pleased to have some fresh material for her stories based upon their childhood game.

...

Later on, at the Wrongway house, Austin and Aphrodite had stopped by to help Lavender plan a party – the three of them were going to organise a party for the generation once they were all teenagers.

But the three of them had managed to get off topic. Austin grinned, “Did I tell you two that I met the most amazing girl yesterday?”

“Who is she this time?” Lavender asked with a small smile.

“Not Interested.” Austin answered, grinning. Lavender and Aphrodite exchanged a uncertain look.

“Austin, what's her name?” Aphrodite prompted, gently.

“That's just it, I don't know!” Austin shrugged, “She was visiting the uni, like those other tourists...and...well, we got talking.”

“Talking? Or you just reciting the world's worst one liners?”

“Umm...”

“How can she be perfect if she doesn't like you?” Lavender asked, with a hint of suspicion.

“Just everything I learnt about her in that moment we met outside the clothes shop!”

“So romantic...” Lavender murmured, sarcastically.

Aphrodite's expression grew sadder each time Austin spoke, “I'm...yeah, I'm going to head outside for some air.”

Aphrodite headed out onto the porch, breathing deeply and calmly as she glanced around the street.

She wouldn't admit it. Even now she was denying it to herself, and she had walked out when Austin was talking about someone else. Aphrodite knew that was confirmation in itself. She realised she really did like Austin.

A voice interrupted her thoughts, “Aphrodite?”

Aphrodite sniffed and looked around, desperate not to make eye contact.

“Was it something I said?” Austin questioned, gently.

“Let's not talk about it.” Aphrodite said, dismissively.

“No,” Austin replied, firmly, “let's.”

“Why did you have to meet the perfect girl?” Aphrodite asked, simply.

“Is that what this is about? If it helps, she wasn't local. I won't see her again, and she wasn't that keen on me anyway.”

“So...?”

“So, Aphrodite, tell me why it's bothering you.”

“Haven't you figured it out yet?” Aphrodite returned, loudly, “I like you, Austin! I thought you knew!”

“You do? But I always...you...what?!”

Aphrodite shook her head, sadly, and turned to leave.

“No, wait!”

It was an impulsive kiss, and neither of them were sure what it meant, but for now, that didn't matter.

While Aphrodite and Austin stayed out on the porch, Lavender tracked down her sister.

“Well, my two best friends just decided to get involved with the whole romance thing.” Lavender declared, in a soft voice.

Rose didn't look up from the document she was typing in, “You have a problem with them being a couple?”

“No, not really. Just worried about whether this will make things awkward when we all hang out together,” Lavender paused, before admitting, in a small voice, “and I kind of feel a bit left out, maybe.”

“You need to forget about relationships and everything for a bit, it's all you 'real' teenagers think about.” Rose smiled a little.

“Well, what do you suggest? I have nothing to distract me but my friends, and they might be dating!”

Rose collapsed the window she was looking at, and looked up at her older sister, “Let's go for a walk. They're always inspiring. Maybe we could take Forrest too.”

“Why?” Lavender groaned, “We'll be responsible for him.”

“Because he's driving everyone crazy.”

Rose wasn't joking when she said Forrest was driving everyone crazy. He was the most active child out of the fourth generation, but he also held a short attention span.

“Mum look, I'm a dinosaur!”

Forrest was a whirlwind of activity on a regular basis.

“Or maybe I'm a pirate!” Forrest declared, and began dancing round the kitchen.

Maybe it was the fact he was the youngest, but Forrest had no one at home to play with, and so he caused havoc.

Of course, he also got away with doing the opposite of the rules laid down by his mother. Grace had told him many times not to blow bubbles in the house, for instance, but Forrest could always get away with it.

That said, everyone adored him, despite his occasionally irritating behaviour.

Back in the study, Lavender was getting impatient, “Come on, Rose, you said you wanted to go for a walk!”

“Hang on, I just need to write this part...I just got to the bit where Archa discovered-”

“Rose, come on! Forrest's going to get impatient, too, you know.”

...

Somehow, Lavender and Rose's walk turned into visiting the smaller park in Rubix.

“Look! I'm spinning really fast!” Forrest announced, “Lavender! Rose! You're not looking!”

“We are watching.” Lavender laughed. Rose nodded.

Satisfied, Forrest continued to enjoy himself on the roundabout.

“He would be so brilliant as a character in the Wronglands.” Rose murmured to Lavender.

Lavender brushed over the comment concerning the Wronglands, and smiled at Rose, “You brought us here in the rain so Forrest could run wild?”

“Absolutely,” Rose grinned, “I'm sorry if rain isn't good enough for the next heiress.”

“Heiress? What do you know about it?” Lavender said, defensively. She hadn't been told anything about heirs and heiresses.

“Oh come on, Lavender! Everyone knows you're going to be named as heiress.”

“But...you're the perfect sister! Or even, Forrest, his energy would be good for the family!”

“Lavender, seriously. Stop it. You're-”

Lavender's phone suddenly started ringing, “Hang on, it's Mum.”

Rose shrugged and moved towards the roundabout where Forrest was playing.

“Mum, calm down, I can't understand you.” Lavender was saying.

Rose's grip on the roundabout tightened, How can she call me the perfect sister when she has the whole heartbroken-eldest thing going for her?

“Grandma's sick? No, no, I understand. We'll be home right away.” Lavender ended the call and looked over to her siblings, “We have to go. Right now.”

Rose and Forrest didn't argue with the urgency in their sister's voice.

...

Austin sat down at the Shahan family dinner table, tired after arguing briefly with Elizabeth – she had really wanted him to go bowling.

“Hey, Austin,” Will grinned, “I'm still finding it weird you're my brother, not my cousin.”

“Doesn't really help my case that I live with our Aunt, does it?”

“Not really.” Will laughed.

“What's it like living there?” Will questioned, curiously.

“Strange,” Austin answered, breezily, “Aunt Elizabeth sometimes acts like I'm part of the family. At Other times, I think she would rather pack my bags and send me here. Plus, she doesn't like the fact I'm good friends with Meadow.”

“So difficult, then?” Will elaborated.

“You could say that.”

“You have to understand something about my twin, boys,” Eli interrupted, defending Elizabeth, “is that she likes things to be perfect. Being a zombie ruined the chances of her perfectly normal family, so she's trying to make do with what she has.”

“Why does she have to be so perfect, Dad?” Will questioned, “Doesn't she know perfect is impossible?”

Eli shrugged, “She's my twin. I've always just accepted her need to be perfect.”

“What was my Mum like?” Austin asked, suddenly.

“I don't really remember much about her, Austin. It's been years since I last saw her.”

“Surely you must remember something!”

De wandered over to the table at that moment, “We're not talking about this now. It's hardly the subject for the dinner table.”

“Tell you what, Austin, we'll look her up. Maybe go and meet her. I'm pretty sure she would want to meet her son.” Before Austin could reply, De glared at Eli.

“What?” Eli asked, smiling innocently.

“Eli! What did I just say? We're not going to talk about Austin's real mother at the dinner table, it's hardly appropriate conversation.”

Sensing that his wife was finding it difficult to deal with the fact of what had happened with Eli and Nancy all those years ago, Eli smiled, patiently, “Okay, De. Let's change the subject.”

...

Night had already begun to fall on the hills near Rubix, and Grayson was spending the time reading a romance novel.

His peaceful reading time was interrupted by Kendra's voice.

“Grayson! Are the phones working yet? I need to phone Hex.”

“You know I can't let you use the phone. What if someone traces the line?” Grayson continued to read the book, gasping a little at the content of what he was reading.

“But...Hex...don't you think he would want to know about the baby?”

“Kendra, I told you, Hex would prefer to be alive, right? If we make contact with Rubix, there is a chance Ariel can trace you.”

Kendra didn't respond with anything other than a gasp that indicated she was in pain.

“Grayson!” Kendra cried, “I really need Hex!”

Slowly rising from his chair, Grayson moved over to Kendra's side.

“I'm sorry, Kendra. All you have is me.”

Within minutes, Kendra had given birth to Hex's child.

“Look at him, Grayson. He's so...he looks so much like Hex!”

“How can we raise a child alone in the hills?” Grayson groaned.

“We'll manage, we have to. I want to call him Henry. Hex said he liked that name.”

...

Back at the Wrongway house, things were beginning to change.

“We could have taken you to a hospital, you know.” Liam said, breaking a silence that had fallen over him and his wife.

Cassidy shook her head, “No, I don't want that. This is how it's supposed to be.”

“No, Cass, when someone is sick they get a doctor.”

“Liam...you know this means my time is up.”

“What will I do...without you, Cass?” Liam questioned, his throat dry. He didn't want to imagine a world without his true love, but it seemed that thought was soon to be a reality.

“Liam, you already know what you'll do.”

“What? Tell me.”

“You'll survive,” Cassidy replied, with a smile, “if there is one thing I have learnt since meeting you at university, it's that the Wrongways are survivors.”

“Cassidy...”

“I love you, Liam, I want you to know that.”

“I've always known that, I love you too.”

...

In the kitchen, Rose returned from asking her parents for an update on the situation concerning their grandmother.

“What's the news? Come on, tell us!” Lavender said, urgently, as Rose took her seat quietly.

Forrest said nothing, nerves seemed to cool his hyperness.

“She's gone.” Rose answered, softly.

Lavender and Forrest said nothing, but the sadness in their expressions told Rose exactly how they were feeling. For once, all three of the Wrongway children were feeling the same.

...

Once the children had been sent to bed, Orlando and Grace stood in the kitchen, still in shock from Cassidy's death. Grace hadn't been as close to her Mum as her siblings were, but that didn't make the loss any easier.

“Orlando, this means time is moving on,” Grace sighed, fanning herself, “the generation before us are passing away, we're getting older...Orlando, we need to name an heir.”

“Grace, I'm sure it can wait for tonight.” Orlando soothed, and pulled her close.

“How am I going to feel when Dad dies? Then they'll both be gone!” Grace sniffed, starting to cry.

“Shh, it's okay,” Orlando murmured, not knowing what he could tell her, “maybe we should get some sleep.”

Grace nodded, “Thank you, Orlando. Thank you for just being there.”

“It's where I'll always be.”

...

The next morning, although was a beautiful morning filled with sunshine, felt cold to Lavender as she met up with her friends.

“So...she passed away?” Aphrodite repeated, carefully. Lavender nodded.

“Our Grandmother,” Austin shook his head, “she was such an awesome lady. You'd have loved her, Aphrodite. I know I did.”

“I know Granddad did, too,” Lavender added, softly, “we all did.”

Then, Aphrodite's phone buzzed, “Hold on a second, Hercules is texting me...”

Lavender stood up, “I'll go so you guys can meet up with Hercules.”

“Do you really want to avoid him that much?” Austin questioned, raising an eyebrow. Lavender shrugged.

“Are you sure?” Aphrodite smiled, “We're going up to the park to meet him anyway.”

“I'm gonna go get some flowers, anyway.” Lavender replied. Austin and Aphrodite understood, and waved her off.

“I'm worried about her.” Aphrodite admitted in a whisper. Austin took a deep breath, with a smile.

“She'll be okay. We'll all be okay. We just need time.”

Aphrodite nodded.

As Lavender walked to the door of the flower shop, another girl stepped out.

“Sorry, I'm in your way.” Robin apologised.

“It's fine, honestly,” Lavender smiled, “you look a bit lost. Is everything okay?”

“Sort of. It's my last day in town, and I was wondering if I could see the house where some of my ancestors apparently lived...nobody can give me directions though.” Robin frowned.

“Well, what street are you looking for? Maybe I could help.” Lavender smiled, helpfully. Robin beamed.

“It's a large house on Terrific Avenue, that's all I know.”

“There's only one house on that street,” Lavender told her, “it's on the opposite side of town to my house. I'll take you there, if you like.”

“That would be great! Thanks!” Robin grinned, excited, “Apparently, the place was home to my Mum's grandparents, so it should be awesome to look around.”

“That's interesting! I still live in the house that belonged to my Mum's grandparents.” Lavender said.

“That's cool. I come from the desert, so your town seems kind of cold.”

“It's actually kind of warm here, most of the time.” Lavender replied. A comfortable silence fell over them.

“Let's go, then.” Lavender announced, pleased to have made a friend. The pair of them set off for Terrific Avenue.-----------------And this is where I shall leave you!

Thanks for reading!