Suicide Angel

“The view from this high up is a sight to behold, especially when you’re standing on the ledge don’t you think? It’s so beautiful, so peaceful, now you just need to take the next step...”

“Ar-ar-aren’t you here to st-st-stop me?”

“Yep, that’s my job. So... you jumping or not?”

Shyanna can’t believe what she’s hearing, here she is ready to end her life and this lady who joined her on the ledge is actually encouraging her to take the leap. Wasn’t she sent to stop her?

“You know, jumping is often a sign you want to be seen.”

“Who the hell are you, lady? If you’re just here to belittle me then I’ll just jump, you hear me.”

“Hmm…, you know that’s not true. If it was, you wouldn’t be here listening to me.”

Shyanna is stunned, words just won’t come out. Miranda is an expert on suicides, after all, she has tried to kill herself. Now she works for the ‘Suicide Hotline’ and spends her days researching suicide cases, visiting families and friends to learn as much about the victims. Her aim is simple, stop as many suicides as possible.

“Since we’re going to be here a while.” Miranda glances down to the street. “Let me tell you a story. It’s a simple one, ... just my life.” Miranda smiles at Shyanna.

“Fine…. Tell it but you’re not going to convince me to come down.”

“I know, I know.”

Miranda starts her tale.

***

MidTown High was the only high school in MiddleTown. Miranda being a bright girl though got accepted into Crescent High a mile away, she was the pride of her family. Due to the distance, Miranda was boarding with a friend of her family. Miranda could see her dream of exploring the world coming true. Oh, Miranda, the world is but a vast place much more than you can imagine.

As was expected Miranda excelled in her studies and outshone her classmates in academics. Yet her athleticism was lacking, she was just about average. Her vigor for school spirit was evident, she joined and was the most active member of the Archery club.

“Look at her…., does she think we’ll actually accept her?”

“Jade no need to be like that, she’s just a country girl.”

“Hmph, if not for her grades she’d be back where she belongs. No matter what, we just need to show her, her place Anna.”

Anna knows she must brace herself for what’s to come. Jade’s words are no idle threat, on the contrary, they should always be taken very seriously. A few months pass and nothing happened, Anna becomes complacent. She becomes friends with Miranda, when questioned she says it’s only an act but others see differently.

The end of the term is fast approaching. Soon it will be only a year until she can rid herself of Jade and go out of the country to study.

“Anna, Jack’s having a party.”

“Huh, how I thought Jack’s parents were against him having another party after the damage from last time.”

“His parents agreed but he can only have the students who rank in the top twenty over.”

“Top twenty…. Why the top twenty.”

“That’s simple, we’re the future and are expected to do well even after high school.”

“Oh, I see.”

“It’s next week Thursday at 8pm”

“I’ll be there”

“Oh Anna”

“Yea Jade”

“Bring Miranda with you”, Jade smirks.

A chill runs down Anna’s spine, she knew nothing good would come out of this. Now she must decide who was more important Miranda or Jade. Jade’s family had connections Anna’s family wanted and thus from an early age, her parents encouraged her to befriend Jade and do whatever it took to stay friends. Anna talks herself into the deed and invites Miranda to the party.

The party was lavish as expected. Food Miranda could only dream of eating lay in front of her, the high life seemed to be calling. Everyone was having fun, at 9:05 Pete came over to talk to Miranda. She had a thing for Pete as everyone had known due to how she was often seen staring at him like a love-struck puppy. Each time he talked to her in any way she blushed uncontrollably. Now here Pete was talking to her again. In her ear, he told her he likes her and wanted to have a private conversation. She agreed.

“Anna, come over here the show’s about to start.”

“What show… Jade…?”

“This evening’s main attraction.” Jade giggles. Anna has a bad feeling but what could she do? In the living room of Jack’s home was a big screen TV. Jack and Jade announce the title of the show they are about to watch. The Wilds of Miranda, the audience shouts in excitement. Anna simply sits, what is important is her friendship with Jade. It’s sad but Miranda must fend for herself.

Pete takes Miranda to a guest bedroom, where a hidden camera has been set up. They sit on the edge of the bed, Pete starts talking about how smart Miranda was and how having someone as smart as her by his side would be all he needed. Miranda becomes a bit complacent and gets lost in Pete’s sweet words but slowly begins to process what was taking place. Pete inches closer to her while now describing her beauty, he moves close enough and places his hand on her thigh.

Miranda catches herself, looks down, and removes Pete’s hand from her thigh.

“Pete I like you but this is too fast, ok.”

“Miranda, I like you too babe. We’re going to be a family so just relax.”

“Pete, I’m not that kind of person.” Miranda gets up.

In the living room, the group places bets on whether Pete would woo her or just take it. Pete is known for his charm so no one expects him to have to use any force.

“Anna, what’s your bet?”

“Huh… I’m cool.”

“It’s not cool Anna, everyone else is betting, you’re the only one who hasn’t.” Jade disappointedly says. Anna thinks back and reluctantly places a bet on Pete taking Miranda by force so as not to have Jade disappointed in her. The room is caught off guard.

“Look, it’s not much of a bet if we all choose the same thing right!” Anna exclaims. It makes sense everyone murmurs as they turn back to the screen. Pete stood up as well when Miranda got up, he continued to try and persuade her.

“I’m sorry Pete, I…I… I’ve got to go.” Miranda tries to head back toward the door. Pete grabs her hand. “Hold on, hold on… are you really rejecting me?”

“Pete let me go, please. I like you but I’m not that kind of girl.”

For Pete rejection was nothing new, but this one stung. Most girls have given in to Pete’s advances and for those that didn’t Pete accepted their rejection only because they came from affluent families. Yet a country girl who should be dying to be loved by someone of his status was here rejecting him.

The group waits in anticipation that Pete would come up with something and woo Miranda into his arms but this was not meant to be. Pete grabs Miranda and throws her on the bed; he jumps on top of her and begins to rip her clothes off. Miranda may be a girl but she was versed in defending herself and by no means should be considered weak. She struggles for a moment but pushes him off her, and dashes toward the door. Pete regains his footing and lunges at her.

Speechless the groups watch on; Anna feels this isn’t right and gets up to aid her friend. “Anna… we’re in this together. If you help her, you know what’s going to happen right?” Jade says proudly. Anna glances around and realizes she can no longer escape from this horror. She sits back down and continues to watch with everyone else now locked into whatever the group does after this situation ends.

Miranda calls for help but no one comes to her aid. She is yet still determined to not become a victim and more furiously defends her virginity. She continues to scream but now Pete has her down on the floor forcefully trying to kiss her. To stop him she turns her head and she sees an ornament that has fallen to the floor during their struggle, she thinks she has to grab it then suddenly Pete punches her in the stomach. He hits her again and she shrugs in pain. Pete eases off her a bit to catch his breath from the struggle, in this faint moment Miranda instinctively head-butts him.

Pete is a strong guy and those hits he gave Miranda have in fact broken a rib, yet Miranda knows she must not hesitate. As Pete reels back she grabs the ornament and bashes it in his head. In horror, the group now rushes to Pete’s aid pulling Miranda off him. They are both taken to the hospital.

This incident though haunts Miranda, she is accused of attempting to murder on Pete. No one even hears her side of the events. Thankfully she is only expelled from the school and sent back to her mother, the one person who she knew would listen and trust her. The picture she paints for her mother is as detailed as possible sticking to facts.

“You should have let him have you.” Her mother says coldly.

“Huh….?”

“Mom…. Mom, what are you saying?” Miranda nervously replies.

“You heard me. If he wants you just let him, have you.”

Miranda can’t believe the words she is hearing from her own mother. She thought her mother would stand by her. Her mother only sees Pete’s actions as a step up for her daughter. A step up into high society, a way for them to leave this poor countryside.

Rumors spread through their small village and Miranda is now known as a whore. As if in acceptance she gives up her virginity to the guys she hung out with when she was younger. She goes down the treacherous path of self-loathing. MidTown High becomes the site of numerous acts of debauchery by Miranda.

Her mother can only look back on her words and reflect on the damage she has done. Now her phone rings but not with pleasantries. It’s either a call from the local police arresting Miranda for her indecent acts or some man calling to set up a meeting to get Miranda’s service. On the apex of Miranda’s twenty-first birthday, she watches the clock while lying in her bed nude, as the clock strikes midnight she gets up. Her life has no value, the emptiness she feels leaves her thinking she should just end it all. First, she opens her window and then cuts her wrist as she prepares to jump from the second floor.

Knock, knock. “Miranda, baby…. I know we haven’t seen eye to eye for a while but I need to talk to you.” “Mom” Miranda begins to cry. Her mother opens the door “Baby, I… I…” her mother Josephine is transfixed on the nude image of her daughter in front of her. “Mom…, it’s too late.” Miranda cries as she jumps out the window.

Josephine screams in horror, the neighbors rush to her aid. They find is Josephine staring down at the body of Miranda lying in a pool of blood. Josephine rushes downstairs and tries to hold her child, but the neighbors stop her. She regains some semblance of calm and calls out to them to get the doctor as she drops to her knees crying profusely. The doctor comes and is able to stabilize Miranda somewhat but informs Josephine that if Miranda does not get to the hospital in the city as soon as possible, death is assured. Luck must have been on their side, staying at the doctor’s was a son of a friend of his who worked at Crescent City Hospital and owned a van no less. He had driven the doctor to the scene.

This man, John after seeing the scene, had already rushed back to his van and folded his back seats in preparation for what he knew would be the only hope of saving this girl’s life. Before the doctor could say anything to him he moves the van into a more advantageous position and motions for the doctor to get Miranda into the back.

***

“H… h… how did you survive?”

“Ooh, we interested now?” Miranda jests.

“…. You know what, never mind.” Shyanna turns her head away.

“Ok, ok I’ll tell you.” Miranda laughs, Shyanna swiftly turns her head back around to hear this. “Aliens, their tech is something else.” Shyanna is now annoyed.

“Ok, Ok this time it’s the truth. I had an amazing doctor. My doctor saved me and I don’t simply mean anything like surgery. Seeing reality is often hard...”

“How…?”

Miranda gazes at the sky and smiles “I’ll continue from waking up in the hospital.” Shyanna nods in agreeance.

***

The glistening heavenly embrace of white was the first sight Miranda remembers as she opens her eyes. This must be heaven she thought, then the white began to fade as the room came into focus revealing the ugly truth. She was still alive but why, shouldn’t she have died from the jump? As she aches from the pain, she tries to readjust and notices she can’t move. She has been strapped to the bed. There is a strap across her chest, arms, waist, and feet, Josephine lies asleep on the side of the bed.

Miranda tries to speak and only then notices she can’t, the bandages that cover her whole body covers her mouth as well. Before Miranda can contemplate the full situation the nurse comes in to check on her as usual.

“Oh…. Hi, there Miranda. You must have lots of questions, I’ll get the doctor for you in a bit, first I need to check your condition.” Nurse Justine says with a smile. Miranda nods in acknowledgment and simply watches Nurse Justine as she works. Justine leaves after collecting the necessary data. “I will put a call into the doctor, he should be in to see you in about an hour as he’s doing rounds right now. Just relax, you’re in safe hands”. Justine speaks with a smile; Miranda could only smile in her mind since trying to move her jaw was not possible.

To pass the time while waiting for the doctor Miranda stares at her mother. Remembering the past pain of trust she once had in her mother, she wondered why was this woman even there. Even though Miranda knew it instinctively in her heart she could not find forgiveness. In place of forgiveness and love, hate had slowly crept in, in truth Miranda was afraid of herself. As she continued to watch her mother she saw vivid images of just how she could kill her. Yet she kept these thoughts at bay, she knew once she gave in her humanity the sense of humility, love, and respect she knew would all come to an end. The monster that lurked beneath us humans was looking to show itself and Miranda had no intentions of living long enough to one day lose herself to it.

Trying not to dwell on the hate that flooded her mind Miranda turns her head to find something else to think about. Her condition made it hard to keep a consistent and painless position to much of what she tried to pay attention to. In the end, she could only focus on the clock, time seemed to be at a standstill and Miranda’s mind often wandered back to her mother. Forcing her mind to stop such thoughts she instead thought about the error of her suicide, having slit her wrist and then jumping from the second floor she thought the loss of blood plus her impact with the ground should have ended it all. Since it didn’t, a new plan must be formulated and she was in the perfect place with plenty of tools to get the job done.

The room door opens this time it isn’t a nurse but someone who appears to be a doctor. Miranda observes him carefully; being unable to move makes it impossible to defend herself. While a hospital in general is safe, Miranda has no disillusions of the fact she could easily be taken advantage of. As Miranda continues to observe, she tries to move her hands and feet but gets no response.

“Cautious, are we?”

“.....′

“Not being able to move must be horrifying.”

He looks at the clipboard in his hand. “Ms. Fair, I am Doctor Carlson”, he says firmly as he shifts over to her bed. He touches the sleeping Josephine softly on the shoulders, she jumps slightly and looks up.

“Ms. Fair, good morning I see you’re still here.”

“Doctor, I can’t leave my baby... ” she says worryingly.

“It’s all right, take a look. She’s awake now.”

Doctor Carlson motions for her to take a look. Josephine’s head snaps around to see her daughter. Tears well up in her eyes, Miranda watches her mother but since she can’t move her head she shuts her eyes. Frantically her mother tries to speak to her.

“Miranda, Miranda I…. I….” Josephine hangs her head.

“No words can express my happiness to see you awake. I…I’ve...I’ve failed you as a mother I know that…. I…. I’m sorry.” Miranda keeps her eyes closed.

“If you don’t want me here I… I’ll go, ok. Just… just…” Josephine begins to cry.

“It’s all right Ms. Fair.” Dr. Carlson says softly. “Dr. Rueben come in here please.”

“Yes, Dr. Carlson.” Dr. Rueben replies nervously.

“Take Ms. Fair to the cafeteria to get something in her stomach, she must be famished. Oh, before you go. Miranda my dear, I would like to introduce you to your savior.” Miranda opens her eyes and looks at Dr. Rueben.

“This is Dr. John Rueben.” Miranda closes her eyes once again.

“Well, Rueben it looks like you’re off to a rough start.” Dr. Carlson pats him on the back. “Take Ms. Fair to get some food, I’m sure Miranda will come round later.”

“Hello Miranda, hope we can talk in the future”, John says nervously as he takes her mother with him out of the room.

Dr. Carlson gets a chair and sits beside Miranda’s bed, she opens her eyes and looks at him. “Do you like music, Miranda? Well everyone has some music they like but there’s this song I would like you to listen to.” To Miranda, the song wasn’t anything she would listen to, but as the song closed it seemed to awaken something deep within her. She began to cry uncontrollably. “It seems you do have the will to live.” Dr. Carlson says with a smile.

Miranda remained on intravenous drips for two months after which she reluctantly had to be fed by her mother. In another two she began physical therapy, and here is where the hell of recovery began. The damage sustained to her legs and arms was much more extensive than she had thought. It took four surgeries to fix the damage, but now it was time for Dr. Carlson to remove the casts. He fears though that when Miranda sees herself she will once again attempt to take her own life.

“Miranda, tomorrow your casts come off…” Dr. Carlson sighs.

“Doctor, I can handle it; just say what it is you need to say.”

Dr. Carlson puts on a faint smile.

“You can handle it…. Seem to be in the distance Miranda. Now it’s all well and good to be optimistic….but are you really? Miranda tell me….have you looked into the mirror even once since the bandaging around your jaw was removed?”

“....”

“You haven’t, right?... For a woman looks mean a lot and after what happened to you, you’d probably never want to see yourself.”

“....”

“We both know (me and you) you have the will to live but if you can’t even look at yourself…. What living will you be doing?”

These words hit Miranda hard, harder than coming to terms with accepting her mother after she had apologized. The way it resonates in Miranda’s heart makes her ache with the realization of the fear she hid within.

***

“Haaa… My time’s up.”

“That can’t be the end, right?”

“You know it’s windy up here. I’m getting down, you can stay if you want.” Miranda steps off the ledge back onto the floor of the roof. “Wait, wait, wait!!” Shyanna shouts as she descends as well. Holding her onto her knees she continues “Wait... You can’t leave me hanging like this. How did you recover from those scars?” Shyanna exclaims out of breath.

Miranda turns around and smiles at Shyanna, in the warmth of her smile Shyanna stands up and can only stare as Miranda goes through the door. Catching herself Shyanna rushes to go after her, just as she reaches the door.

“Shyanna!” is said in unison by her parents as they embrace her tightly.

“It’s my fault Shy, I know you wanted to go to your friend’s party….”

“Hold on, it’s my fault for not buying you that new dress you wanted.”

“You think money solves everything, don’t you Pete.”

“Wait a minute Anna, what’s that supposed to mean.”

“You know exactly...”

“Both of you STOP!! What am I just a trophy to pass around to whoever’s the winner.”

“Sweety, you know that…”

“You know what Mom? Tell me, do you really care about me? Well, do you?” Shyanna shakes her head, “Now I wish I had jumped.”

Her parents are at a loss for words. Shyanna looks toward the open door. “Why’d that lady have to come? Why’d she have to talk to me?”

“Shyanna sweety, who are you talking about?”

“Huh..., Dad you can’t be serious right?” Shyanna says, puzzled. “The lady who was going down the steps, when you guys came up.”

Pete and Anna watch each other perplexed.

“Ummm, Shy there was no one going down when we came up.”

“Mom, stop joking. I saw her go down the steps. Why do you think I was running to the door?”

“Shy your mother is telling the truth. There wasn’t anyone heading down when we came up.”

“What…?” Shyanna is at a loss for words now. Her parents stare at each other again. Sheepishly Anna asks “Did you happen to get that person’s name?”

“Her name… She never mentioned her name.” Shyanna thinks back. “Wait, wait, umm her story… No, no she probably used a fake name.”

“What was her name…?”

“It’s probably not her name.”

“Doesn’t matter. Who was it?”

“... Well, the girl in her story’s name was Miranda.”

An eerie pause rolls over them. Shyanna looks up at her mother and then at her dad, both of them are standing there with their mouths open.

“Mom, Dad…? What’s the matter?”

“Sorry Shy, umm umm let’s go home for now. We can discuss this later, all right.” Anna says while touching Shyanna’s cheek as she glances at Pete. He in return nods his head in agreement.

They leave together but the silence of whom Shyanna named still lingered. On the ride home, you could have heard a pin drop. Shyanna contemplates her new situation, while she was saved from committing a horrible act. She had never seen both her parents speechless at the same time like this. Asking her parents what the issue was just didn’t seem right at the moment.

Arriving back home, the servants are all lined up at the entrance. Shyanna to her surprise receives a truly heartfelt welcome from them. She can only bow her head and cry as she remembers how much of a brat she has been to these persons who gave their all to satisfy her needs and respond to her whims. To do better is the mindset she begins to adopt.

A week has passed since her safe return, Shyanna tries her best to change and become a much better person, a person deserving of being saved. Her parents take note of this and decide it’s time.

Knock, knock.

“Who’s there?”

“It’s Mom.”

“Come in”

Anna sighs slightly as she enters Shyanna’s bedroom.

“Mom, what’s up.”

Anna sits down on the bed and looks around then gives a smile as if to say here goes.

“Shy, you remember what you said?”

“About what…”

“On the roof of Dad’s building you mentioned you were talking with someone...”

“Oh, yeah! You know Mom, I’ve thought about it and I was probably just hallucinating.”

“I’d love to believe that Shy…., but the way you reacted makes us think otherwise.”

Peter moves from out of sight and stands in the doorway.

“Yeah ah, Shy you have to be honest with us. We don’t think you’re crazy if you’re worried about that. Just honestly tell us what you remember.”

“Like your father said, just tell us about up on the roof.”

Shyanna looks at them and after a brief pause goes into detail about what happened on the roof. Her parents are again shocked at what they hear. They muster the courage and tell Shyanna why what she described shocked them.

“Pete should I or do you want to?”

“... It’s probably better if you do it.”

“Ok..., Shy… What you described sounds very much like something that happened in the past, that involves your father and me. Umm… The friend who betrayed Miranda was me and…. the person who tried to rape Miranda is…is…is your father.”

Shyanna jumps up and backs away from her parents while shaking her head in disbelief.

“No...no…. no... NO! You-you’re telling me dad tried to rape somebody.”

“Shy…it was a mistake he regrets and… We have always wanted to ask her for forgiveness.”

“Why didn’t you then? You passed her coming up the stairs that day!”

“...”

“Anna let me talk to her.”

Shyanna steps back when her father approaches, feeling ashamed he moves back by the door.

“Shy there was no one on the stairs as we said. We think…. We think you saw a ghost.”

“A ghost! You think I’m crazy. Is that it!”

“Calm down Shy. Your father and I don’t think you’re crazy but...” Anna motions for Pete to show the newspaper he’s holding. “See this headline.” The headline reads “Suicide Activist and Negotiator die in a car accident”.

“So?”

“See the date?”

“Ok mom, this person died the same day… I was... I was going to jump.”

“And do you see the name of that person?”

Shyanna takes the paper from her mother in disbelief. The first section of the article reads “Suicide Activist and Negotiator Miranda Fair is dead after being struck by a car. While on her way to help stop the reported sighting of a person upon the Johnson Building who appeared to be attempting to commit suicide..”

“This… This…ca-can’t be true.”

“I’m afraid it is Shy and…and her funeral is tomorrow. We… We…. we were thinking of going...”

“YES! Of course, I’ll go. I… I… I have to.”

***

Saint Catherine Church is full, the Johnsons barely find a spot to sit. The testimonies from people Miranda have helped move all to tears. At the grave site, they play the song “Hold on to Memories” by the band Disturbed, it was a song Miranda wanted to be remembered by and inspire others to always keep their loved ones in their heart.

The Johnsons stay a bit after the burial, as well as John Reuben and Josephine Fair. John recognizes the resemblance of Peter to Dr. Carlson.

“Is your father perhaps Dr. Carlson?”

“Yes. He is my biological father but I was raised by my mother. Why do you ask?”

“It’s good that someone from Dr. Carlson’s family came. He was Miranda’s doctor and she adored him as a father figure.”

“Yes, she always seems to enjoy his visits the most, even after being released she often called him about any problem she was having.”

“Ms. Fair… Umm… How do I say it.”

“Might as well just come out with it Anna. I was the one who tried to...to..”

“The reason she was kicked out of Crescent High and what almost happened to her are our fault.”

Josephine smiles at them. “I know, Miranda found out about your wedding when she was recovering and showed me your pictures that were posted online.”

“Yeah, she wished to have a wedding as beautiful as yours was. If only I could have given it to her.”

’Oh John, I’m sure Miranda knew you loved her.”

“Yeah, it’s funny Miranda asked that I print these two specific pages of the book she was writing as she was dying. And she asked that I read in the presence of the people here only. Crazy right.”

“...”

“So here I go. I actually haven’t read them…because I was told not to. Both pages seem to contain poems. Anyway...”

Can You See Me?

For all the years we’ve been together,

You’ve seen me grow

You’ve seen me fail

Yet it seen the true me is hidden still

The me you see is but a fraction of my being

For all the knowledge you seem to have

You haven’t seen me

Not at all it seems

The part you see

Is but a trick of your mind

No wonder so easily my pain you dismissed

Why did I ever trust you.. I wonder

We are family by blood or relation

My life without you I cannot see

So now I end my life

But you won’t notice my sacrifice

As I plunge into the dark

Was I ever even loved

If I was, it seems it is but a distant memory

Farewell

“It says she wrote this as her suicide note on her 21st birthday.” Josephine begins to cry. “There, there, umm... Here’s the next poem.”

Realized

Broken yet alive

By my side you sleep

The hate I feel burns me deep

My thoughts I must restrain

For they tell me

Your life to reap

My tragedy

A friend I had

Who was no friend of mine

A love I found

Became a struggle to survive

In defense

I was triumphant

But only destruction did I receive

Family or Friend

I had none

Death seemed the only way out to me

Faith is something I paid no heed

Yet it was Faith that sort me

Imagine finding a father I never had

In the arm of my doctor, I found peace

Yet it was he who sort peace

It was his son who I struggled with

His daughter-to-be who betrayed me

And in his care, I came to see you, mother,

See you more clearly

John pauses and then reads the final note left at the end.

The realization of these revelations let me find true peace and brought a cause to my being. I remember the song ‘Would anyone care’ by Citizen Soldier that Dr. Carlson played for me. By its lyrics, I wished to save those like me, those for whom faith seems lost. Mother, Anna, Peter the pain you’ve caused me has forever left me scared but I can say with my whole heart… I have forgiven you, and I hope for the very best in your life.

To you John who found the beauty in the broken me. Each day I wake to the happiness of your existence, you loved me a disfigured beauty but you clearly saw more in me than I ever saw in myself. Dr. Carlson was right, whether or not you propose, my life will go on but when you do propose my life will be complete.

Johns joins Josephine in crying and the Johnsons as well are moved to tears. Shyanna lifts her head up and smiles.

“Miranda, thank you. Thank you!”

The End