Later that night, they had taken refuge in a the cabin of Tamer's friend by the rather unusual name of Lorelei: the same name as the mythical siren who was said to lure sailors to their death with her beautiful, enchanting voice.

Despite the sinister connotations of the person's name, Tamer insisted that they were safe, and that the two had been friends for a very long time. Strangely, she hadn't ever heard him mention them before, but not that that was unusual though -- getting him to offer any insight on Tamer personal life, thoughts, or feelings, was a battle. What she did know was that Tamer had spent his entire life abused by humans. There wasn't many other than herself he seemed to like, never mind trust, so Winter knew that if Tamer did grace the man with the rarity of his trust, then the trust would be rightly placed.

Lorelei himself wasn't actually home. When Winter asked where he was, Tamer merely replied he was somewhat of a night wanderer.

As soon as she'd hit the bed, she'd crashed into a dreamless sleep.

The next morning, sunlight roused her skin. It flared and dazzled her eyes, and she sought refuge by burying her face in Tamer's chest. She was too tired to think anything of the course light beaming through the window in the middle of Winter, the unusually warm temperature that scalped her skin.

Sighing, she shut her eyes again. She wondered if it was the sensation of her eyelashes fluttering against his skin that roused Tamer. It wouldn't have surprised her. She wondered what it was like to see the world in Tamer's eyes, to be so sensitive to every touch, taste, smell and sound.

His body was burning. He stretched his arms out behind him before shifting onto his side, winding his body back around hers with a sigh of content. She wished they could stay like this forever, remain still in an image of what could have been.

She was about to drift back to sleep when he placed a kiss on the nape of her neck.

"Winter," he mumbled, his voice was rugged and husky with tiredness. His fingers brushed over her stomach. "Are you hungry?"

She was. Although, she was far too comfortable to move.

"A little," she admitted. "Although, I can hang off for awhile. Are you?"

He gave a heavy sigh that breathed heat into the back of her neck.

"Winter, I must hunt."

There was great urgency in his voice.

"Why?" she asked. "Are you really that hungry?"

He shook his head. "No. But I can't explain it. It's like... it's like I just have to. I've been smothering this damned wolf inside for so long." He gave her a look down, eyes lingering before sighing, "I feel like if I don't do what it wants now, it's going to take me over."

"I-I see," she said, not really understanding. "Tamer, we don't have..."

She felt something incredibly sharp press into her skin.

She looked down.

Tamer's claws had suddenly extended.

She knew the risks of being with someone like him. If she didn't think Tamer could resist these urges, she would have treated him as just a friend and setting her sights on human men.

But she couldn't look away, the two of them frozen at the sight of his claws indenting her skin reared daggers.

Tamer snatched his own hand away, fingers rigid as he seized his own wrist.

"N-no need to worry," he stuttered, breathing hard. He didn't look at her; the claws shortened, but immediately burst back out, refusing to retract. "I think... I think it was because of what happened in the lake last night. Th-things the wolf wants to do include...you, and I've never experienced that before. I think that's why its surfacing." He gave an apprehensive lick of his lips. "Nothing to worry about."

"Y-yes," Winter stuttered, choosing to believe that explanation. It was what she wanted to believe.

Tamer slid out her arms. Back turned to her, he began tearing clothes randomly out of Lorelei's closet.

"Are you... going to leave me alone?" she asked.

Tamer shook his head. He gave a half-hearted laugh that sounded incredibly forced. "Of course not. Lorelei is close by. I can feel it."

"Wh-what?"

"My Lorelei senses are never wrong."

"Will I be safe with this person?"

"Absolutley. Lorelei had no right being as powerful as he is. Coming from the guy who said he'd beat the king, you should take it extremely seriously when I say Lorelei can and will kick my ass. Ah." Tamer looked out the window. "There he is. My senses are never wrong yet."

"Tamer." Winter looked down. "I don't want you to leave either, what if something happens?"

He made his way back toward her. He crawled on top of her and she tumbled backwards, body indulgent to the soft bedsheets.

"Don't be scared, Winter." He took her hand; he squeezed it. Those claws were dangerous, but they protected her also. "I promise you, I would not leave something so precious with Lorelei if I did not completely and utterly trust him with it. Understood?"

I meant to you. Does that ever even occur to you?

She just nodded.

"Good. Now listen, I will not be long. We can't afford to stay here much longer, so when I come back, we will have to leave. Until then, you should use the time to catch up on your rest. Please don't leave this house. You might hear Lorelei sing, but it's nothing to worry about."

"Okay, Tamer."

Looking out the window, she could see a person with long, silvery blond hair tumbling down their back. She couldn't really tell with seeing only their profile and at a distance, but they seemed to look quite androgynous. They were doing laundry, wearing a bright red waist coat.

She gave Tamer a tepid glance.
Tamer caught the action with a small smile. "Don't look at me that way. I'll be as quick as I can, okay? And I will be back."

Tamer's pace was incredibly rushed, like he couldn't leave the room quick enough.

***

It was not long after that Winter heard the most beautiful sound of a euphonious sounding voice. She shut her eyes, listening to Lorelei's melody filter like silk through her eardrums. It's slow tune calmed her like it was imbued with magical properties. Momentarily, she forgot about the King. The inner wolf gnawing at Tamer. The people she let die for her own sake.

She lost herself in a soothing voice like a magic spell.

The melody made her rise from her bed just to get closer, just to hear the lilting serenade more than just the muffled hum behind the glass.

She sat on the floor behind the window, making sure she couldn't be seen. Lorelei was out there, however. If Tamer felt safe enough to leave her with him, then Winter herself felt safe.

She sat for awhile, finding his voice more relaxing than sleep itself.

She was so calm, Lorelei's sudden screech ripped through her eardrums.

"OW, MY FUCKING EYES!" he bellowed.

Her current situation made her quick to plunge into a state of anxiety over paranoid, admittedly, from a single cry about painful eyes. But she had to know if Lorelei was okay in case she needed to bolt through the back door. She thought fast. So long as she had time to run, Tamer would find her by scent. With the relentless sunshine blazing through the curtains, she shouldn't cast a silhouette. If she could grasp her scenario quick, then hopefully she could duck fast so she wouldn't be seen.

She got up quickly, hiding behind the curtain, just slightly peering out.

By hell was the sunlight dazzling. Once her eyes adjusted, there appeared to be no enemies around. But Lorelei was staggering as if disorientated. Drunken. Whatever had happened, he appeared blinded.

He slipped, hitting his head on a nearby rock before rolling down the steep slope.

The water was shallow, but he landed with his face in it.

Winter smothered her hand over her own mouth. Whatever happened, there were no clear predators about -- it hardly mattered anyway, if Lorelei was dead, and someone was there, so was she.

Realising this, she watched in horror. She realised he could drown. Lorelei stayed flat in the water. Clearly unconscious.

Moments ticked by. Panic, fear, guilt; it exploded like a firework that kick-started her heart. Her hesitation was like a countdown to his death. She couldn't afford to wait much longer. He was just metres away, but her promise to Tamer resulted in hesitance. One step outside and she could die.
Her village was one thing, but this was a potential death happening before her very eyes. One of the two people in this entire world to protect her.

She could stop this. But in doing so she might die herself. If she and Lorelei died, then Tamer might too -- he'd blame himself for leaving with nothing else to live for.

But if danger was there, they both were going to die anyway.

No.

No more death tolls rising.

No more standing back and doing nothing.

If she couldn't yet fight the king in Tamer's place, then she would fight back in every way she could, no matter how minor it may be.

Adrenaline sent her racing out the door like a bolt of lightning.

****

Fire swirled in the sky. Absurd sunshine dazzled her eyes, a powerful heat that scorched her skin. Dewdrops of water dripped from the green leaves of the woodland that, only hours ago, had been frozen over.

Her only thought was running. To save a life or die trying.

She made her way to the slope.

She was only about four metres from the house when she met the same fate as him.

It was like the sun had moved from its spot in the sky specifically to blind her. It seemed a lot more painful than what Lorelei had experienced. Two rays of light shot like bullets from a gun; she screamed as burning heat ruptured her eyes, so hot, so painful, she felt as though her eyes had been impaled by a Sun God's fiery arrows.

Immediately, she was blinded in agonising light -- even with her eyes shut, the light still flared excruciatingly, causing hot tears to stream down her face.

She felt drunk. Like Lorelei, her blind disorientation lead her to fall. Tripping over a rock, her ankle snapped entirely as she tumbled down the slope.

She screamed. Luckily, for her, she did not hit her head like Lorelei enough to fall unconscious and drown face up.

Pain seared. While in a relatively safe area, she tried to bite back any further screams to not attract predators -- truly a sitting duck.

"Oh my god," she squeaked through intense shots of agony.

Just what was that?

Then an even worse thought occurred to her. Her ankle. If it was broken, she wasn't going to be able to journey with Tamer. At best he would have to carry her and become an even bigger burden. That was, if she even survived until he came back.

All she had wanted was to save a life. And now because of her, all three might die.

"No," she muttered.

The realisation of how much of a failure she was hurt more than the flames gauging her eyes or the snapped bone of her ankle.

"Just end me," she whispered.

She sensed a presence in the form of feeling watched, a sudden rise of heat in the air.

"W-who's there?" she demanded, not nearly as strong sounding as she'd have liked.

The person was drawing closer. She looked around, but it was futile: she was still dazzled, only gold flared before her.

They said nothing. Blinded and immobilized, it was all she could do to lay like a mouse in a trap as they advanced toward her. She knew whatever it was, it was a predator. Like Red, she could tell by the silent way they stalked, the almost soundless noise of their footsteps.

Like every great predator closing in on its prey, she didn't realise she was caught until the final moment. It was only when breath as warm as the aura of fire whisked into her ear did she realise she'd been caught, that their lips were as close to her as they could be without kissing her skin.

"Maiden of Ice Flowers," they said. The voice was the most beautiful sound she'd ever she'd ever heard: deep, lilting, undeniably male, but so clearly articulated and softly spoken that it captivated her like a siren's song. Every breath they made, every word they spoke blossomed as a tantalising heat against her neck. "How fragile you are that even the gentlest tendrils of heat brings you melting to your knees."

"H-how did you...?"

"Because your blood smells like roses," the man said."Supposedly, the Maiden's destiny is intertwined with roses that bloom in the snow. It would make sense your blood would smell like the very thing that causes it to be spilled, would it not?"

Her breathing became rapid. Not so much out of fear for who'd caught her, or that she was going to die, but how calm he made her feel in spite of it.

"W-who are you?" she repeated. Her voice wouldn't pass louder than a whisper itself. "What do you want with me?"

"You don't need to be afraid." She could feel the quietest of chuckles vibrate in her ear. "I will not hurt you -- any more, that is. I merely came to introduce myself, and give you a small gift."

The stranger knelt before her. A sweet, floral aroma tantalised her nostrils. She felt petals like satin brush her skin as he draped a rose under her neck. He was anticipating something; she could feel it in the heat of his stare. As the rose reached her chin, they petals glided over her bottom lip; pure, heart-racing magic blossomed through their touch, sending her stomach fluttering like a magical first kiss.

Light coating his hand like an ice pack, the stranger closed his hand over her eyes. She flinched, gasping as a wholesome warmth filled her heart. Winter trembled as his velvet hands began smoothing healing magic into her temples. He wiped away the burning tears from her eyes, the touch of his finger like a feather drifting across her cheek. He had the very gentle touch of someone in constant restraint due to their immense power -- just like Tamer.

Her eyes began to heal. Distorted shapes formed as the light etched into her eyes began to fade. Or so it initially seemed; rather than fading entirely, the illumination began to shape itself into a human form: a being carved of pure, golden light.

There, kneeling in front of her, was a creature she could only describe as an angel.

Oh, he was beautiful. His light was heavenly and purifying; just looking at him caused goosebumps to rise over her entire body.

He wasn't looking directly at her at first. Brown eyelashes feathered his eyes like goldust as he gazed towards the ground. Loose waves of golden hair tumbled forward to cascade the sharp, sculpted sharp shape of his cheekbones. His halo highlighted the array of sleek golds that shimmered within it.

Even biting back her pain, she couldn't tell if she was terrified or utterly enraptured by this creature. It was a dangerous beauty, almost frightening -- show could lose herself so easily in just looking at this man. Nothing crafted by nature could be this perfect.

His arms tensed as she gaped at him. His fists curled through the dirt; shutting his eyes, he gave a deep, trembling breath, as if preparing himself for something.

Their eyes met. The touch of the rose brought light still lingering within Winter's own irises -- silver into the molten gold of his own.

That silver light made his eyes widen. The sun-kissed tan of his skin seemed to pale. He sucked in a breath as if winded.

"Are you -?"

She reached out to touch him without thinking, sensing, somehow, this man was in far greater pain than she.

But he struck like a posionous snake in swatting her hand away, movements instinctive like some cornered animal.

She hissed, taken aback "What the..!"

The words were stolen from her lips. A primal kind of fear seized her like a deer faced by the open maw of a wolf.

No longer was the stranger pretending to play nice. A very sudden rage lined and contorted the man's beautiful features like a solar eclipse. She didn't know it was possible to switch from a state of vulnerability to such intense anger so suddenly. Those molten gold eyes scorched like fire -- no, it was more like they seething with wrath, piercing through her so deeply they were like a dagger that illuminated her every sin.

She was met by a gaze that could incinerate her entire soul.

"Let's get one thing straight for starters," the man whispered, his tone light despite the clear edge seeping through.

He stood, towering over her as the temperature rose to sweat inducing levels. She realised then he didn't emit his own halo, the sun was his halo. His body absorbing its light, it flared and seemed to shine all the more brightly for him, just like the pull Tamer had to moonlight, only far more aureate and incandescent.

"Under no circumstances are you permitted to touch me. And another thing."

His eyes trailed down her, lip curling with disgust. "Gaze at me again with even an inkling of  desire and I will have absolutely no mercy on your soul."

His words were chilling. Her lip twitched at the hypocrisy of them; had it not been trying to live for Tamer's sake, her tongue would absolutely have not been held.

"What are you?" Her tone was flat and quiet. Anything more and the fear and anger would have seeped through.

His eyes narrowed. "I'm your god, mortal," he said darkly.

She could believe he was a god. Beauty, danger, ethereal-ism, destructive power -- the man radiated it like a flame.

But he wasn't her god, anyway.

"If you are a god, then what is your name?"

The man drifted into a brief pause of thought. "You mortals have presented me with so many names in these past centuries, I hardly know what one to pick." He gave a quiet chuckle to himself, suddenly amused by something unseen. "How about you call me by Apollo?"

"Apollo?"

Although the name sounded familiar, she couldn't place it; she couldn't figure out where - if anywhere - she had heard it before. She had been raised by a single god religion -- although, that was long since discarded.

"Heed my warning, mortal." He drew close, grazing Winter's neck with a brush of his sharp nail so she was forced to look into his burning eyes. "The sun may feel nice, it may brighten your world, it may be beautiful. But stare too long, or get too close, and you will be obliterated, reduced to mere ashes before me."

She began to tremble. Whatever that meant, all she could do was stiffle a nod.

"Dearest Maiden," he said in an incredibly fake sounding attempt at normalcy, "may I have your name?"

"W-Winter."

The man seemed to cool at the clear avoidance at defiance.

"Winter. Don't you have a friend you need to save?" Apollo asked.

She gasped. Apollo was so mesmerising, yet so terrifying at the same time, she'd been utterly engrossed by him. Dread fluctuated that she'd killed him.

"L-Lorelei!" Winter called.

Oh no. oh no, no, no.

Apollo laughed. "They will be fine, I can assure you. You have my word."

"How can I trust you?" Winter snapped.

She immediately covered her mouth. Speaking rude to a god was not the way to go.

He narrowed his eyes. Apollo chuckled, resting his face in his hand so that his golden locks tumbled over it.

"Tell you what," he whispered. "Why don't you dare to turn your back on a god when I've not finished speaking or excused you yet? " His voice lowered, rugged yet sharp like a blunt knife. "Why don't you defy me and see what happens?"

Winter gnashed her teeth. If Apollo killed her, she'd ruin Tamer. The boy craved loved so bad and was convinced she was the only one who might be capable of giving him it, but Lorelei was his only real friend other than herself. If he died, Tamer's sorrow and dependancy would deepen. His mental state would deteriorate.

No. That couldn't happen. She couldn't let any more people die because of her. Especially not one who was good, one who would help them save their lives.

She couldn't do nothing any more. She couldn't stand any more burden on her soul. Losing his best friend, he may never be the same again. And he might be too depressed to even try find his sanctuary in her.

Heart battering against her ribcage, knowing this could kill her, yet realising she was dead either way because of her leg, she tore her gaze away from Apollo.

She crawled with her arms only. Her broken ankle dangled behind her. She cried out as rugged rocks lifted it, tears splattering from her eyes.
Yet, she had to press forward despite the agony, the humiliation of a god watching her crawl on her stomach like a snake through the dirt.

She couldn't handle any more death in her name. She couldn't always depend on Tamer to save her.

She would do this even if it killed her.

Apollo watched coldly.

She might have ruined her leg in the process, but eventually, she was able to pull Lorelei out of the water, face held up. She touched his chest. Somehow, unbelievably, his heart was still beating.

Apollo chuckled.

"So that's it," he whispered. "You don't fear death. You're just stubborn. You just don't want to die because someone else told you you had to." A gruesome smile played his lips. "By the way. That person is immortal. They were never in any danger all along."

She let loose a screech of anger and frustration.

It was bait! Winter internally screamed. He blinded Lorelei then lured me out and caught me by doing the same!

Apollo stared at her with calculating silence.

"Well then?" Winter retorted. "Aren't you going to punish me for my sins? That's why you're here, right?"

"Oh?" Apollo blinked with surprise. "I'm not really that kind of god. The sun is that which fuels all life, in this form, I'm much more deeply ingrained as a life-giving deity rather than a death bringer -- luckily for you."

That blinding light in his eyes darkened. "Of course. If you really are the Maiden, then you being alive means that many others are about to die, if not are already dead, because of you. If you were living for fear of death that would at least be understandable, however, it actually seems to be what's fuelling you is spite."

His voice lowered, quiet, yet somehow still booming with power an awe-inspiring power. "Killing others because of your own stubborn nature is absolutely unforgivable."

Tremours were seeping through her arms, screams of agony bit back at every moment, but she was mostly afraid for was what Tamer would do without her, not what Apollo would do to her. If she could guarantee he'd live she'd at least have some content, but she had no idea what Tamer would do if she died.

Just as instinctively as he appeared to hate her, she felt the same. It took every fibre of her being to not spit out that he wasn't her god; she was furious he'd declare such a thing in the first place -- staying quiet was a literal battle of will in itself.

In spite of her fear and the scald of his gaze, she did her best not to look away, despite her primal instincts as a mortal faced with a god telling her that she should be submitting to this being at every instance.

Submitting was the last thing she wanted to do for this man.

But Apollo was the one who got on his knees, meeting her on her level once more.

"What a nice gaze," he whispered. "It feels good to be met with defiance every once in awhile. To hear the rare sound of a Maiden with a heartbeat. It's rather beautiful; as a god of music, I can't help but love such a rare and unique sound. Winter...."

The sound of Apollo calling her name, the word passing from the lips of a literal god, felt incredibly intimate somehow. He caressed her cheek. Winter jumped, immediately clenching her eyes shut to avoid any "sinful" gazes. Her whole body tensed, trying to ignore how lusciously soft his hands were, how they made insides melt like a tidal wave of pleasure and sent her heart in an utter riot.

"No -- you who associates death with punishment. I will grant your wish. Your punishment will not be death, but instead, living with yourself after countless lives are lost because of your own selfish whim." He smiled. "We will see how long it takes before you're crushed with the weight of that on your soul."

His twisted words were so rhapsodic they weaved like a musical instrument in with the sound of twittering birds. Yet, they had great authority -- that, and an unbelievable amount of bitterness seeping through.

He clenched his teeth, smiling bitterly. "If you desire it enough to kill, why don't you learn first hand how fair and wonderful life truly is?"

Winter breathed nervously at having him so close. No way was she living.

"B-but my leg... Without out it I can't..."

"May I touch it for a moment?"

Winter's eyes narrowed. She would have said no, but the last thing she wanted to do was piss Apollo off when he was feeling merciful.

"If that truly is all you wish, then you may proceed."

Apollo gave a dangerously beautiful smile before bowing his head. "Thank you, dear Maiden."

She cried out while he lifted it. She didn't think it was Apollo's intent to explicitly harm her when the broken bone moved -- he could have done a lot worse if it was. His hand slid up the smooth curvature of the back of her leg, freeing pressure of the broken ankle. For some reason, despite the great pain, Winter's priority was to push down her skirt. He didn't notice. His stare on her leg made her redden; deep heat swirled like fire in his eyes.

A small coat of flames spiralled around her ankle. Winter shrieked; she'd expected it to burn at the very least, but it never did. The flames melted her pain. They spread warmth inside her, welding her bone back together as easily as it were clay in his hands.

Awed, her mouth fell open. He truly was a god. Shaking, she tested her leg. Her ankle moved without any protest, as good as new.

"There, the wound is healed," he said, admiring his handiwork with a loving gaze.

"Th-thank you," she stuttered. "I don't know how to... And from a god nonetheless..."

"Flattery won't work with me," Apollo said blandly.

Winter folded her arms.
The two of them stood at the exact same time - Winter didn't want to be in that vulnerable position any longer. Instinctively, she took a few steps back from him. She wanted to leave. She wanted to get away as quick as possible, but even if she could break from the heated gaze of his golden eyes, she knew it would be impossible to out run a God.

He extended his arm to her, beckoning for her to take the white rose clutched in his palm.

"Here. A gift for you."

Winter eyed it nervously. She knew she should take it. She knew she could protect people by doing so. But suddenly, she didn't want it. Apollo had spared her life and even healed her ankle. She couldn't shake the feeling that if she took it, she'd be owing him something. She had no idea how these kind of god's worked, many, were rumoured to be tricksters. She just hoped that if he was truly a life-giving god, it would be safe in his hands.

"No thank you," she said, shaking her head. "After all, that you've done for me, I would feel indebted to you if I took it - I already cannot express my gratitude enough. Please, I wish for you to have it."

"Oh?" He blinked with genuine surprise, his eyes suddenly seeming a lot less cunning and devious and more... was innocent  the right word when it came to this man? "Really?"

"Of course."

Warmth glistened in his eyes like honey. It spread throughout his features to form a smile, one that had the same qualities as Tamer's - bright, beautiful, pure - like a beam of pure sunlight.
He touched the rose to his heart, eyeing it fondly.

"Thank you, Winter," he said. "I... love these flowers."

The genuine love illuminating his gaze perplexed her, but it was so engrossing her own features mirrored it back at him. All of a sudden, he was like a different man.

This person may have been warped, but just from that single look at the rose, she got the impression that anything graced with the rarity of his love would be treasured forever.

"Apollo. As I'm sure you know, the King is out to kill me," she began. "You may not get your wish in seeing me survive for punishment."

She wondered if the god's twisted nature could somehow be used to her advantage.

"Gods cannot take from mortals without giving them something back to them in return."
A twisted smile. "So I will give you a little gift in return for the rose. My blessing - an injection of pure life from the being that no life could not exist without."

He came close. It was then she could see entire speckles of glitter like entire galaxies within his irises. A heated gaze that left her feeling sucked above the Heavens. His hands slid up her cheeks. The touch of the sun, kickstarted her heart, hands flourishing with such nurturing static it felt as though roses could have blossomed over her skin.

He kissed her forehead. She felt sunlight ravish her inside out, as if she was glowing. She even saw pure gold behind her eyes she hadn't even realised she'd closed.

Apollo withdrew, wiping his mouth immediately. He distanced himself a good few paces.

"The sun fuels all life, but will also one day destroy it. I can't guarentee it will save your life, but at the very least, it will revitalise you." He laughed. "Whether my kiss is a blessing or a curse depends entirely on my mood."

Thankfully, giving that rose to him appeared to change his mood entirely.  However, the interaction left his voice flat after such a fleeting peck. "You may excuse yourself, Winter."

"Thank you," she replied. Winter bowed to him; she gave him her fondest smile but bit back her disdain at being kissed by anyone but Tamer, even for a second on the forehead. In the end, she justified that it was survival so she could live and love Tamer -- and him only. "I will surely treasure such a rare encounter for the rest of my life."

She turned to walk away, passing him a small wave, just catching him roll his eyes. Truth be told, she was desperate to leave. It took all her might not to start running at that moment.

"Winter," the god called.

"Yes?" she asked, eyes stinging as soon as that halo scorned her once more. Just a second out of his gaze, immediately she realised just how terrifying he was when she met his eyes once again.

The man who was a blaze of pure fire like the judgemental flames of Hell drank up the sight of her gulping with fear.

Passing her a deviously charming smile that made her heart want to melt, he winked.

His melodic voice lilted gracefully like the peels of a violin. "Don't worry. You'll be seeing me again soon sometime not too far from now."