If Tonks had thought that being part of a contingent of only four Aurors, far from the distractions of London, would encourage her colleagues to let go of their hostility toward her, Monday and Tuesday would have cured her of the misconception fairly quickly. Dawlish barked instructions at her; Proudfoot and Savage ignored her whenever they could. After three Dementor attacks in a week, Tonks had suggested that they arrange some classes on casting the Patronus charm--in at least one of the cases, a witness who should have been able to defend her companion had been present--and Dawlish had agreed, and proceeded to assign Proudfoot to the detail, as Tonks's Patronus would, he said pointedly, be far too disturbing for civilians. When she wondered aloud if there was any pattern to the attacks--Hogsmeade was a small village to have drawn so much Dementor attention--Savage sneered that she seemed to be a bit behind on things, if she was just figuring that out. Savage and Dawlish split up the interviews of victims' families between themselves, and Dawlish ordered Tonks to investigate the stretch of road outside the school walls where two of the attacks had taken place.

She had never in her life had difficulty getting along with people; it had come naturally to her from the start. Once or twice, she'd met someone with a vague hostility toward shapeshifters, but she'd been able to win most of them over, and the ones that were left were scattered enough that she'd been able to let it roll off of her back entirely, and she rarely saw them after initial meetings. The only person she knew of who had actively disliked her for an extended period had been Snape, and as dislike for students was something of a default position for him, she hadn't let it bother her. She just doubled her efforts in his class, giving him no excuse to mark down her assignments, put up with his constant docking of house points, and thought of it as a point of solidarity with the rest of the student body.

There'd been a few people suspicious of her when she began work after finishing her training--it was the year after Sirius's escape, and her familial connections were quite well known--but it had only been an undercurrent. She hadn't rocked the boat, because until the Monday after the disastrous end of the Triwizard Tournament, she'd been able to roll her eyes and point out that it wasn't as though she was about to help the murdering lout. But when she'd gone to Kingsley to find out what had killed poor, kind-hearted Cedric Diggory, and he'd told her the story that Harry was telling, and that Harry had told another story the previous year, a story that had been verified only by three confused students and werewolf...

Three bright Hogwarts students and Remus Lupin. She hadn't known the students in question at the time, but it seemed odd to doubt such specific matching testimony. And Remus, she knew, wouldn't make up such a story.

Suddenly, a wall had gone up between Tonks and nearly everyone else in the Division. They lived in some insulated reality where they were a righteous defense against the worst in wizardkind. She lived in one where an innocent man was being hunted and tormented because the Ministry refused to listen to a man she knew was trustworthy.

Going to Dumbledore had been her only option. She was grateful to discover that Kingsley Shacklebolt was persuadable (and Mad-Eye had long been persuaded), but any thought she'd had of a friendly, collegial work life had disappeared the moment she'd realized that Sirius was innocent. All year last year, there'd been suspicion and distrust. When she'd been injured fighting alongside Sirius and Remus, her dual loyalties exposed beyond hope of reconciliation, the fact that she'd been right all along seemed to serve only to turn the suspicion into outright hostility.

She tried not to care about this--in the scheme of things, it was only marginally more important than the color of her hair--but she was failing miserably in the endeavor. Sanjiv tried to jolly her out of it over drinks on Tuesday night, doing wicked impersonations of the others on the team, but Tonks only smiled in a perfunctory way. She didn't want to scorn her colleagues; she wanted to get along with them. She'd got along with the Order last year, but now the Order was scattered, and she was alone.

She was very relieved on Wednesday morning, then, when an owl arrived at breakfast, from Minerva McGonagall up at the school, offering to help with the perimeter investigation, as it involved school property.

Or, at any rate, the McGonagall equivalent of offering, which was a curt comment that she would meet Tonks next to the Hogwarts gates at eight-thirty to ascertain any level of danger to the school posed by the Dementor presence.

The mists were still swirling through the streets when Tonks left the Hog's Head, and though she knew that the breeding season was coming to an end and the mists generally started to dissipate as the morning wore on, she still felt cold and isolated and lonely.

McGonagall first appeared as a blurry shadow standing beside the school gates, becoming clearer as Tonks came closer--a formidable woman in her later years, standing knee-deep in fog, her lips pursed and her arms crossed against the mid-August chill.

"Morning, Professor," Tonks said.

McGonagall smiled. "Minerva, please. I need some way to remember that you're not due in my class in a few weeks."

"All right. Though it may take some practice." Tonks started up the road that led away from the lake and hugged the wall skirting the northern extent of the Forbidden Forest. "I suppose that requires reciprocity..."

"Don't worry, Miss Tonks, I know you dislike your given name. Though you really will need to stop using your schoolgirl nickname at some point."

"Maddie didn't." Tonks looked over her shoulder, and noticed that McGonagall was smiling in her small way, trying to make small talk with someone she clearly still had a hard time not considering a student. "It's right here," she said, stopping by a non-descript part of the wall. "Two of the attacks were here. Martin Hamilton--the bloke who kept the village ledgers--was the first. Don't know what he was doing out at night by himself, and there's no one to ask. A bit further down is where Pyrrha Newcastle and her apprentice were attacked. They were gathering some kind of night-blooming thing. Pyrrha got a good Patronus out and it got Justine clear of the attack, but they got hold of Pyrrha. Justine told Proudfoot that she didn't realize Pyrrha wasn't following until she was halfway back to town."

"Hmmm."

"You disagree?"

"Did you know Justine Warren? A clever girl, but not a very brave one." McGonagall moved on, further away from the school, the wall and the road unchanging around her. "The third?"

"A cousin of the family that owns Zonko's. He was attacked behind the shop. They've closed up."

"I'm sure Mr. Filch will be happy to hear that," McGonagall said. "Does there seem to be a pattern?"

"Nothing we've found. It wouldn't be a good place for Dementors to build a colony. Not enough people to feed on."

"Miserable creatures."

"Could they have come from inside the Forest?" Tonks asked. "Is there any protection coming out of the school?"

"There are places to get in and out, but they're well-protected in both directions. This isn't one of the points of egress. There's one a bit further up, but a Dementor wouldn't be able to open it."

"Professor... er, Minerva... the Forest is a bit of a weak link at the school, isn't it?"

"It's not as secure as Professor Dumbledore would like it to be, no. That's why it's forbidden to the students. There are magical connection points in the Forest that have been there since long before the wall was built around it, and even Albus isn't entirely sure where all of them lead." She stopped and looked at the creeping vines on the wall. "There are protections. Some are deliberate. Albus has set up barriers that keep most of the beasts of the Forest far from the castle, even the more, shall we say, aggressive ones. I don't think it would be possible for uninvited Dementors to enter the main part of the grounds."

"What about dark wizards?"

"The wards prevent them from Apparating into the Forest and we've seen no evidence that humans can travel through the magical connections, if they even know where to begin, but I believe it to be worthy of concern. Perhaps only a minor concern--Riddle knew his way around the Forbidden Forest well, and if he hasn't made use of it in either war, I admit to finding it unlikely that he can--but still."

"Didn't he hide there during Harry's first year?"

"No. He was carried there by Professor Quirrell, who naturally was able to come and go as he pleased. But you bring up a good point. He may have had time that year to explore the Forest rather more thoroughly than he had before."

"I'll look into it."

McGonagall sighed as they rounded a bend in the road and stopped in front of another section of vines on the wall. She examined it, the frowned deeply and pointed her wand further down the path they were following. "Do a detection spell, Miss Tonks. In the other direction."

Tonks cast the spell in the direction of Hogsmeade, trying to discern people in Invisibility cloaks, disguised as objects, or simply hiding in the mist and shadows. No one appeared. She turned back to McGonagall. "What was that?"

McGonagall nodded, then reached between the vines and touched the wall with her wand. She closed her eyes.

Nothing happened at first, then, slowly, the vines changed shape, pulling at the stones, creating a low arch. Red light seeped into the empty spaces between the stones, then the new shape settled. McGonagall grimaced, then bent at the waist and went through. Tonks followed.

She found herself in the shadow of a giant, gnarled tree, and the Forest stretched away from her in all directions. McGonagall muttered and straightened her back, then waved impatiently at the arch. It closed like it had never been there. "I'm too old to crawl about in the Forest," she said. "As you can see, it's bigger on the inside than it is on the outside."

Tonks looked up, startled to discover that the turrets of the castle--which could be clearly seen from the road--were entirely invisible. "How much bigger?"

"It varies. This is a very old magical site, Miss Tonks. And there are many mysteries inside of it that the Ministry has never quite got around to classifying. It's grown, you know." She picked her way over a stream, looking utterly out of place. "Other magical places have shrunk away, and they come here. Some are good places. Others... watch yourself."

Tonks nodded. "It just expands to hold whatever comes to it?"

"Mysteries, Miss Tonks," McGonagall said. "Though in this case, mysteries which need to be solved. It's not especially safe to have an utterly unpredictable magical environment closed in with us."

"How do you recognize the opening?"

"It takes me a few tries. I almost passed it." She pointed up at the hoary old tree. "This reaches over the wall. On the other side, it looks like an ordinary pine, except that it has four cones that line up perpetually above this spot on the wall."

"Right."

"The spell is entirely nonverbal. You simply have to picture exactly what I just showed you. You have to have been shown to do it, and I trust you will keep the information to yourself."

"Of course. How... er, do we find our way back out, if we go any further."

"Don't go in any further than you can remember how to get out. It is unfortunately precisely that simple."

McGonagall led Tonks further in, following the bank on the far side of the stream. After fifteen minutes, they reached a small, sunlit meadow, where bluebells nodded lazily above the natural grass. A few fairies darted from bloom to bloom, buzzing cheerfully, and Tonks could see a few bright cocoons on the leaves of the trees around the clearing. At the center of the meadow was a short, low wall with a gate in the center of it. No road led in either direction from it.

"Do you know where this one comes out?" she asked McGonagall.

"No. Once--when I was a schoolgirl--I saw a demiguise appear here and thought it must open to the Far East, but subsequent thoughts suggest that the demiguise was there all along and only became visible when he realized I wasn't dangerous." She looked wistfully at the gate. "I tried it once. It didn't take me anywhere."

"You?" Tonks grinned, genuinely amused, and oddly touched to be included in McGonagall's confidence. "You just walked through what's probably a magical portal without having the faintest idea what was on the other side? You are a Gryffindor."

"Yes, Miss Tonks, I am." She smiled. "I've learned to hide it somewhat in the intervening years."

"It was a dare?"

"No."

Tonks waited a moment, but no elaboration appeared to be coming, so she chided, "You've told me this much. You might as well tell me the rest."

McGonagall went to the gate and scanned the tree line on the far side of the clearing. "I trust you won't share the information with my current students?"

"I could agree to that."

"I didn't get along well with my classmates first year. Or second or third, really, but this was first year. I decided that I should run away from school and live in the Forest. I slipped along the inside wall and followed this stream, but it tends to move--I should warn you about that, don't trust the streams here--and I got entirely lost. I found myself here at moonrise. I was so embarrassed about getting lost that I thought I should try to slip away entirely, so I tried the gate."

"How did you get out?"

"My Head of House came looking for me."

"Professor Dumbledore, wasn't it?"

"Yes. He wasn't pleased with me that day. Foolish chances, you know."

Tonks tried to imagine a girlish Minerva McGonagall in tightly woven plaits being dressed down by a younger Dumbledore, and laughed at the picture in her mind. "I like this place," she said.

"I thought you could do with seeing it," McGonagall said curtly.

"Thank you."

McGonagall sighed and started across the meadow, leading Tonks toward the trees on the far side. "I remember Remus as a boy," she said, not looking back. "We were all concerned that he wouldn't be able to fit in. He hadn't had much time with others his age. And he might have withdrawn, but James Potter pulled that group of boys together and wouldn't allow any of them to pull away. James made brothers of them, and Remus became an outstanding young man. It was extraordinary. It ended badly, but that doesn't change how extraordinary it was to see."

Tonks didn't answer.

McGonagall glanced at her, obviously considering going on further in this vein, then seemed to change her mind abruptly. "The further into the Forest we've come, the less evidence I see of Dementor presence," she said.

"There hasn't been any mist since we came through," Tonks said, glad to be back on the topic of work. "A bit drifting over the wall, but everything I've seen here has been normal ground fog."

"Are you satisfied that they aren't coming through from the Forest?"

"Not entirely, but if they were coming through at that point, I think we'd have seen more evidence along the way. And I can't see Dementors abiding that clearing for long."

McGonagall nodded. "If you feel you need to investigate further, I extend you every invitation to do so. Just use the entrance I showed you."

"Thank you. Now, do you remember the way out of here?"

McGonagall followed the stream for a bit, decided that it had meandered away from the wall while they talked, and checked a small compass-like instrument that she carried. She adjusted their path, and soon Tonks saw the wall looming ahead, the mists dancing beyond it. McGonagall let her open the portal from this side, and they slipped back into the chill beyond. The mists were starting to burn off in the morning sun; the Dementors were apparently slowing their breeding somewhat.

"Very well then," McGonagall said, leaning down to close the arch. "Then we've--"

"Stop," Tonks said, drawing her wand.

McGonagall was instantly alert, her wand drawn.

The mist was cold--icy, really--and although it was now mid-morning, the light was dimming. Tonks could hear the tell-tale rattling in the air.

("Who are you and where is Nymphadora Tonks?")

She forced herself to move through the cold, through the sluggish feeling in her muscles, turning around and scanning the mist. "Where is it?" she whispered.

When the movement came, it came quickly, and from everywhere at once.

Like living smoke, the Dementors seemed to form themselves from the mist, gliding toward them rapidly, converging on the wall.

Tonks cast her Patronus into the main mass of them and saw McGonagall do the same, but the others kept moving toward them, unheedful of their compatriots' flight. Three converged on McGonagall.

"Expecto patronum!" Tonks called again, and the wolf leapt from her wand, driving itself into them, pushing them away.

Tonks ran to her. "Are you all right, Professor?"

"Fine... behind you."

A cold hand fell on Tonks's shoulder and her arm went numb.

("Half-blood freak... I'm going to kill your daddy and then I'm going to kill you...")

Tonks clenched her teeth. "Shut up, Bellatrix," she hissed, pointing her wand over her shoulder. "Expecto..."

(The smell... the smell of the small, seedy flat... the stink of wolfsbane disgorged in the last extremities of pain, the stupid waste of a life. "It happens... More often than I'd like to say.")

"Expecto..."

She was in a closed world of mist and cold and death. Something brushed against her neck and she felt her head being pulled around, a long finger prodding her chin, a lover asking for a Kiss.

"Ex... pec..." Her eyes closed.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"

She heard the spell called, echoing and faraway, and then she was gone.

She didn't know how much later she awakened at the Hog's Head, but the sun was high in the sky, and glittered on the roof of the Shrieking Shack in the distance. She still felt curiously numb, like she had fog running in her blood.

McGonagall was sitting in the cane chair by the window, nervously thumbing through one of Tonks's books, and another woman was fussing at Tonks's potions cauldron. She lifted her head to see better, and recognized Madam Pomfrey. By the smell of it, she was brewing something with a heavy cocoa base.

"'s that?" she asked.

McGonagall set the book down with a snap and hurried over. "You're awake."

Tonks nodded. "I think I am. It's all a bit echoey, isn't it?"

"It will pass," Madam Pomfrey said, bringing over a goblet of whatever potion she'd brewed. "Here. Drink this. I hope you don't mind my making use of your cauldron; I haven't kept a store of this on hand since they had Dementors guarding the school."

Tonks sniffed it. "Hot chocolate?"

"Largely," Madam Pomfrey admitted. "Enhanced a bit with some billywig stings and other things to help you back."

Tonks drank it, and the cold started to dissipate.

"I wasn't sure I'd got you in time," McGonagall said. "I pushed off two of them, but when I turned around, there were four battening on you. I thought one of them had kissed you. I'm glad we were outside of the school. I Apparated us out of there."

"Thank you." Tonks pulled herself up to a sitting position, feeling dizzy and nauseated. "They were waiting for us."

"I think so as well. I got the entrance closed before they came, and they can't reopen it, but I'd assume that was their intention."

Madam Pomfrey frowned deeply, and prodded Tonks to drink more of the chocolate potion. "Do you think those horrors are trying to get back onto the school grounds?"

"They are something that frightens Harry," McGonagall said.

Tonks let the potion work into her blood. She was warmer now, but things still felt far away. "There are more obvious ways to try. I think it's the Forest itself they're trying to get into."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I doubt they've got anyone's agenda in mind. They're beasts more than beings. There's just something in there that they're drawn to." She drew her blankets up. "Thank you for taking me out of there, Pro-- Minerva. I can't believe I let them get that close. I'm usually better with them."

"There were quite a lot of them, and they started out close," McGonagall said, closing the subject definitively. "You should get some sleep. Your wand is on your desk."

"And I've left enough potion to get you through the day," Madam Pomfrey told her. "Every two hours at least. I've told Dawlish that you're not to return to duty today."

"Dawlish knows?"

"He is your supervisor," McGonagall said.

Wonderful, Tonks thought. Now, they'll think I'm incompetent as well. She smiled faintly and said goodbye to the other women. When they left the room, she dragged herself from her bed and went to the window, her legs feeling wobbly and gelatinous. She saw McGonagall and Pomfrey walking up the road toward the school. The day was clear now, the mists burned off entirely. The sky was a shocking blue, and the rooftops of Hogsmeade glinted dazzlingly.

She drew the curtain and went back to bed. At some indefinable point in the afternoon, she awoke to feel something warm beside her, a phantom touch on her face. She couldn't see anyone there, but she knew she wasn't alone, and she was protected. She drifted into a more natural sleep, and when she woke up again, he was gone.

Mum arrived unannounced on Wednesday night, another cauldron of a different sort of potion sealed and held under one arm. Dad appeared a moment later with a box full of Tonks's favorite toys from childhood. Granny, who had installed herself on the bed by Tonks's head and kept batting at her hair in a worried sort of way, looked up at them and mewed plaintively to them.

"Don't even think about getting up," Mum said, setting down the cauldron and sitting down on the bed beside her. She drew her wand and started doing diagnostic spells.

"Mum, I'll be all right. I just need..." But Tonks couldn't think of exactly what she needed. She wanted rest, but she didn't want to send her parents away so she could get it. "Thank you for coming."

"Minerva McGonagall told everyone in a ten person radius from you," Dad said. "Except Remus, of course. No one seems to know how to reach him these days."

Mum made a kind of hissing sound, but didn't say anything about this. "I was on duty. There was a rather large accident today--a drunken uncle at a wedding tried to do a dancing charm on the guests, and they all ended up bound into their shoes. I didn't get the message until an hour ago. Dad was with a patient. I'm so sorry. We shouldn't have left you alone."

"I don't think I was. I think Remus was here."

"You think?"

Tonks thought about explaining this, but it seemed to require a great deal of energy, so she let it go. The diagnostic spells swirled around her, and Mum watched them with badly feigned clinical detachment.

Dad pulled a chair over to the bed and reached over to take her hand. "Your hands are like ice!" he exclaimed, rubbing her fingers rapidly. "How close did the bloody things come?"

"Close."

Mum touched her forehead, smoothing back her hair. "I don't see anything permanent, but it looks like you have a residual trace of them on you. It will take time to get it out of your system."

"Oh. Wonderful. So, what can I expect, Healer Tonks?" Tonks smiled, and it felt like drawing a smile in frost on a windowpane.

Mum took her free hand and started rubbing it. "It looks like it was able to damage a bit," she said clinically; Tonks had the feeling she was using her St. Mungo's manners to keep herself steady. "But the part of us that Dementors feed on--the soul--can heal, as long as it's not torn away. I think the cold will hold on a bit; it usually does. I think it will mostly affect your mood. I..." Abruptly, she bent down and hugged Tonks. "Dora, God, Dora, I hate this job of yours. I hate it. Those damned things could have sucked your soul out of you."

"They didn't," Dad said.

"I'll be all right, Mum," Tonks said.

"But..."

"I'm not a child this time, and I'm not going to be locked away from it, Mum."

Mum looked miserable, but nodded. "I'm all in favor of courage," she said. "I'm just not sure how well I like it being yours. Being injured twice in two months... I wouldn't mind if it were me."

"Well, I don't like it being either of you," Dad said. "But none of us made the call on this."

Mum sighed. "And we have to do what we have to do. I know. It's just a lot more difficult when it's you doing it than when it's me."

"Speak for yourself," Tonks said. "If you were doing this, I'd be going absolutely mad."

"The pair of you always were a matched set," Dad said.

Mum smiled and fretted a bit more at Tonks's hair.

They stayed the night with her, Conjuring a mattress to sleep on the floor of her room, and in the morning, she felt considerably better for their presence, though Dawlish's snide look at seeing her breakfasting with her parents dampened it somewhat. Tonks didn't introduce them to him, partly because she didn't care to, but mostly because she was afraid Mum would try to put health restrictions on her at work, and Dawlish would never let her hear the end of getting safety directives from her mother at work.

Mum did try to talk her into staying off work on Thursday--"You were attacked by four Dementors, for heaven's sake!"--but as Tonks had enough paperwork to complete to keep her out of the field all day, she was finally mollified enough to go. Dad waited until Mum had Apparated out, then kissed the top of Tonks's head. "Your mum loves you."

"I understand."

He hugged her. "Don't think I was any less worried. Or that your mum's the only one who wishes you'd found your calling in magical accounting."

"I know."

"Be as careful as you can be."

"Yes, Dad."

"And if you need us... I know you're having a hard time. If you need us, we'll be there."

"Thanks, Dad."

He kissed her cheek, then left. Dawlish put a pile of incident report scrolls in front of her, and she settled in to work on them.

By Friday, she was feeling up to doing her normal patrol. She was strongly advised against investigating the stretch of road outside the school by herself, which was unnecessary, as she found nothing there when she went anyway.

There was a letter waiting at Molly's when Tonks arrived with Ginny's birthday present on Sunday. Molly handed it to her with pursed lips. "I told him he'd best not say anything rude," she said. "You've had quite enough trouble this week. Are you feeling all right?"

"I'm all right. Thank you, Molly."

"Are you sure?"

"Mum checked me over. If Mum's satisfied, I am."

Molly didn't look convinced, but she turned away to let Tonks read the letter (though she remained in conspicuously easy reach).

Tonks broke the seal and decoded the scroll.

Dearest Dora--

I won't tell you to be more careful, because I'm quite certain everyone else already has. Mad-Eye came looking for me on Wednesday and sent me off to you as soon as he found me. He's quite annoyed that I didn't take his Invisibility Cloak off when I got there, but I seem to cause you quite a lot of distress lately, and I thought you'd probably had enough of it for one day. I just needed to see you for myself, and know you were safe. I didn't mean to wake you when I touched you. I'm not entirely certain that I meant to touch you, for that matter.

Tonks rubbed her eyes and took a deep breath, then continued reading.

Molly tells me that you worry about me. If so, please know that I am reasonably safe here, certainly not in the dire danger you imagine--not even as much as you are. I'm not living comfortably, but I've found a dry, decent place to go at night, and I've got a much better grasp of my compatriots' expectations this month than I did last month, so I'm not making nearly as many mistakes. I've found some willing to listen to a point of view different from Greyback's, but I'm approaching the subject with great caution.

In other words, Dora, I am being careful and you can stop worrying about me.

"Right," Tonks muttered. "I'll do that. No problem."

Molly looked at her quizzically, but said nothing.

I want you to be careful as well, both for yourself and for the Order. I don't like the idea that the Dementors are haunting the road around the Forest. It's close to the route the carriages take from Hogsmeade station to the school, and that strikes me as a reasonable target. Dementors have a strong effect on Harry, and Voldemort would know it by now. Will you keep an eye out for Harry for me, to make sure he gets in safely?

Remus.

Molly raised her eyebrows when Tonks rolled up the scroll.

Tonks forced a smile, though she felt low and vaguely angry for no reason she could name. "Awkward," she said. "But not at all rude. Where is Ginny? I wanted to give her her present."

Molly sent her up to Ginny's bedroom, where Ginny and Hermione were having a discussion about how best to get the attention of a thick-headed boy--Ron and Harry, who Tonks strongly suspected were the boys in question (though Ginny would certainly deny it vociferously and declare her fondness for Dean Thomas) were up in the orchard shooting Quidditch goals--and asked for Tonks's experienced input. She suggested persistence and good costuming, and presented Ginny with a box of brightly colored scarves and hats, of the sort she'd been most attached to from Tonks's own wardrobe. These were promptly piled onto all three of them, and Tonks spent a pleasant hour enjoying their company.

Her mood started to flag when they began discussing the kisses they'd each had, so she wished Ginny a happy birthday and slipped back downstairs. The boys were still out, so Tonks just said goodbye to Molly and Arthur, then headed home. Late that night, she wrote a long letter to Remus, telling him everything about her life, as she had when she was a child.

She sealed it, held it to her heart, then Vanished it.