My SI Stash #79 - Dying Tickles by Lets Do That Again (Dark Souls)

-Praise the sun as I've finally found a SI Dark Souls with a nice word count~! It'll be following the lore while also making the story original. It's a mix of comedy, adventure and even romance. And I still hate this game lol

Sypnosis: An unlucky guy, Garret is pulled into the dark and depressing world of Dark Souls. As such, he decides to do the only sane thing one can do in such a situation, change the story for the better.

Rated: T

Words: 138K

Posted on: https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11317969/1/Dying-Tickles (Lets Do That Again)

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Chapter 1-3 (exceptional)

"Hmm…hmm…zzzzz…o-oh man, do I not feel good."

Garret was cranky. He had stayed up till 3:00 am to finish his AP Lang paper, and now his head feels like a cement mixer. "Ooh man, my head" he groaned, rubbing his temples, "I knew I shouldn't have drunk all those Monsters. I feel like-what am I wearing?"

Normally Garret goes to bed in what he wore that day. Last night, that was some faded jeans and a TeamFourStar "Get Dumped" T-shirt. Now he sees that he is wearing some sort of robe, gloves, stange looking boots and a hat. "…I don't remember taking anything last night… Maybe I'm still dreaming, yeah, that's probably it, still-"

*THUD*

At that moment a corpse fell on the floor. Craning his head up, Garret could see a man in armor gazing down at him before nodding and moving away. Garret recognized the scene, how could he have not, it's part of the opening for one of his favorite games ever, "but that's insane, I mean, come on, what are the odds that I'm actually in Dark So-"

At that point he got a good look at his arms, brown and course, as opposed to the usual tan and wiry. Shakily, he took off a glove to see a brown and frail hand. He reached for his face and felt what he could only describe as wrinkly leather over bone. He reached under his robe to feel the left side of his chest, and he could feel rope like protrusions all along his pectoral.

"…I-I-I don't have any nipples. Haha. Okay, funny time over, let's gather some facts. One. I am in the Undead Asylum. Two. Oscar just dropped down a body with what can only be the key out of here. Three. I am a sorcerer if the hat is any indication. Okay, let's do this."

Garret got up to get a closer look at the body. As it turns out, the key was glowing a pale blue on the corpse. "Hmm, well that'll make things easier to find." Picking up the key he moved toward the door, and noticed that he had the straight sword hilt on him. "I don't need this" he said as he tossed it to the floor.

Moving across the hall he had to stop and gag as the stench of the room assaulted his nose. "Uggh geez, if this is where virtual reality wants to go, you can count me out." Forging on he took notice of the demon patrolling the room next to him. Upon realizing that he would have to fight that things cousin upstairs he shivered and hurried to the ladder to reach the bonfire.

Upon reaching the bonfire he paused, not really knowing what to do. "I guess I should just hold my palm up to it and wait". He did that, and the bonfire did not respond. "Oh come on, light dammit!" he shouted to the bonfire. Nothing happened. "…Please…?" The bonfire burst into life. "Thank you".

He decided that now would be a good time to see what special item he got as his gift. Upon rummaging in his satchel, which he managed to stick his whole arm down, he found the old witch's ring. "Oh, great, now I can feel extra guilty when conversing with Quelaan. Whatever, better than the pendent".

Deciding he had wasted enough time, he moved on to open the large door in front of him. "I must be a lot stronger than I was before because my arms should have given out long ago" he idly thought as he opened the iron door. Moving in he gazed up and saw the asylum demon. It jumped down with a crash before glaring at him. He yelled out "COME AT ME BRO!" and booked it for the gate on the left wall.

He almost made it, but then the demon swung its hammer and hit his back. Thankfully, the hit knocked him clear into the hall as the gate shut closed behind him, but that was a small comfort compared to the pain roaring across his spine.

"OH GOD OH GOD! ERRORS WERE MADE! ERRORS WERE MADE!"

He managed to crawl his way to the bonfire and held his palm to it. It refused to light. "Is this going to be a regular thing!?", thankfully for Garret, the bonfire lit up and he felt a calm wave pass over his body and heal his wounds. "Ohhh yeah. Is this what morphine feels like, cause I love it" he moaned out.

After getting basking in the fire until its effects wore off he moved to the archway where a hollow was waiting at the end of the walkway to shoot him full of arrows. "Okay, should be simple enough, grab my shield, hold it and run up to the hollow, grab my dagger, and shank the jerk in the gut".

He ran in, rolled under an arrow, grabbed his shield, and ran towards the hollow. It fled to the stairs on the left, but Garret made short work of it with his new dagger.

Moving up the stairs he headed to the right and, with mush hesitation, moved up the next flight of stairs.

*RUMBLE*

"And there is it". He dove to the left and fell flat on his face. But all was good as he would soon gain the Estus flask for some bonfire on the go.

Upon entering the room he saw a pitiful sight, Oscar, all decked out in his armor, was wheezing heavily on the pile of rubble he managed to fall on.

"Oh you" Garret heard Oscar rasp out "you're no hollow eh? I'm done for I'm afrai-"

"Quiet Oscar, Knight of Astora" Garret told him.

At this Oscar paused, "How do you-?"

"Know your name and title? Simple, I have the gift of…foresight. I know a lot of things."

"Ah, so you are a chosen of the gods?"

"Not these gods" Garret muttered.

"What?"

"Nothing, just drink your Estus, both of us are getting out of here alive."

"But-" Oscar wanted to argue that he had nothing left for.

"But nothing" Garret cut him of. "Your family believes in a prophecy right, that an undead from the asylum will somehow save the land. Well that's me, and as the Chosen Undead I say you are coming with me".

"What would you want with an almost dead knight like me?" Oscar queried.

"You have a magic sword and shield and are more versed in combat than me, a simple scholar. Now, are you going to drink your flask, or am I going to have to help you chug it down?"

"No, no," Oscar said "I am fine." He drank his flask dry and stood up. "Now, you know my name, but I don't know yours".

"My name if Garret of Eearth".

"I have never heard of this Eearth?"

"Not surprising. We like to keep to ourselves. Now, you should have the key to unlock the door down there. Lets refill the flack and then head on up".

As the both moved for the bottom set of stairs Garret felt his bag rustle. He paused to see what was going on and pulled out the Estus flask Oscar had just finished.

"Is that my flask?" Oscar asked.

"Yeah… Hold on, let me try something". Garret pulled off his hat and stuffed it in his bag. "Okay, Oscar, check your bag". Sure enough Oscar pulled out the hat from his bag.

"How peculiar" Oscar noted.

"Shared item storage, that'll come in handy" Garret said. "Come on, we got things to do".

While at the bonfire Garret was drawing shapes in the dirt with his dagger and Oscar was checking his armor to see if it was all fine after crashing from the roof via hammer. He then asked Garret "Garret, you have the gift of sight no?"

"Yeah, what of it?"

"Can you also look into the past?"

Garret then turned to look directly at Oscar. He sighed, "I have a limited view of the past yes".

"Then, do you know what started all this, the undead curse and all?"

Garret then looked to the sky. "…Oscar" he eventually started "I can give you an answer to your question, but to do so I would need to explain a lot of backstory that, frankly, I don't have the patience to do right now."

"But you do know".

"Yes. And to reiterate, I am not telling you at this moment…When we have neared the end of out journey, I will tell you, and everyone else, what you want to know. But you may not like".

"Everyone else?"

"Oh yeah, I plan on having at least 5 members in this part, all with a purpose. Now come on, we got us a demon to kill".

As they moved up the stairs, Garret had a thought "Follow me Oscar".

Garret led Oscar to the opposite stairwell, which had crumbled to disrepair. Garret tried to climb up the shambled staircase, but it crumbled even more under his weight. "Well never mind then" he said, and started to go back down the correct path.

Oscar felt compelled to ask "And what was that for?"

Garret replied "Oh nothing, thee is just a ring up there that will be useful later on, but I can always grab it on the return trip".

"Return tri-you mean to come back here, for a ring?"

"Not just that, a doll too. And maybe to kill the other demon in the basement."

Oscar had stopped moving and was staring dumbly at Garret. "You're mental".

"Well this is an asylum" Garret retorted.

"…Let's just get out of here."

At the foot of the stairs Garret stopped Oscar. "Okay so there is going to be one hollow up these stairs waiting for us. From there we will have three more hollows to contend with, one of which has a bow and some arrows. Now, a catalyst for sorceries is going to be up there, so I need to grab that. You lead".

"Why should I lead?"

"You have better armor, a better shield, and a much better weapon than me" Garret deadpanned. "As well as more experience in martial combat".

"Point taken…Let's go".

Oscar made short work of the hollow at the top of the stairs with a slice across the chest and ran outside. Garret quickly followed to get his catalyst. Oscar had just finished off the two hollow by the fog door and was moving on to the one with the bow, but then he heard a *PING* and a flash of blue light sailed over his shoulder and onto the hollow, which then fell into a heap.

Garret then walked up to Oscar. "Thank you" Oscar said.

"Don't mention it. Now, beyond that fog is the room where I left the demon. There is a small ledge when we exit the fog. You are going to jump down it and stab the thing in the head. Then you hop off and slash at its feet and butt."

"And what shall you be doing as I risk my life?"

"Shooting at that thing from the ledge with my spells. After all, my dagger isn't going to do much."

Oscar just glared at him before conceding that Garret would be more useful shooting off spells.

"Oh, and don't bother trying to block its hammer. Just two-hand your weapon and dodge the swings, they are pretty easily telegraphed".

"I shall take that into consideration".

Entering the fog gate, Oscar looked down the small ledge he was on and immediately hopped off to stab the demon in the eye. Het missed its eyes, but still got a good hit, before hopping off and rolling away. The process of slash and roll repeated for a bit until the demon took a large swing with its hammer, and Oscar moved to block it. When it impacted, he flew back several feet and felt like he tried to stop a bull. "Maybe I should follow his advice and just focus on dodging" and moved his shield to his back so he could hold his sword with both hands.

Garret meanwhile was hitting the demon repeatedly with soul arrows. "This is actually pretty boring when I'm not on the ground; just aim, shoot, and repeat. Nothing to i- why is it right under me?" While mindlessly shooting off spells Garret failed to notice the demon had moved away from Oscar and back towards the ledge. "…Balls".

The Demon leapt into the air, hammer poised to crush Garret to a pulp. Lucky for him, he rolled of just in time to avoid the attack, but still hurt himself on the fall.

"Are you alright Garret?"

"OH YEAH! I'M FEELING FINE! NOW LETS KILL THIS THING! Oooh my legs".

At that cue Oscar rushed the Demon while Garret drank from the flask. Not a moment too soon to as the demon barely missed Garret with another swing. He pulled out his dagger in his right hand, with his catalyst in his left and moved in to strike. Oscar ran up with a slash at its legs, while Garret to stab it in. Then the demon beat its wings and hovered into the air. Knowing what was about to happen, Garret charged up a shot to hopefully kill it before it the ground. It worked. The arrow flew off and went right through the demon. It disappeared in a flash of light and a key dropped down below it.

"Good shot" Oscar complimented.

"Thanks" Garret replied, "That was my last soul arrow too. Come on I got the key, lets get out of here". The two exited the building and started heading up the hill. They soon reached the top of the hill. "Hey Oscar" Garret asked "Are you afraid of heights?"

"A little" he confessed, trying not to look down the cliff, "why do you ask?"

"No reason. Just don't open your eyes for the next few minuets, or hours, I don't know how long this will actually take".

"What are you-BY THE GODS!" At that moment a pair of giant crows descended on the two, grabbing one each. And so their epic quest truly begins

Author's Note: There you have it, my first chapter of my first story.

Chapter 2

Lordran, land of the gods and their people. Founded after the mighty Gwyn and his armies defeated the dragons and brought forth the age of fire. Such a magnificent place.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

"WOOOOOHOOOHOOHOOHOOO!...Umph".

After a long and thrilling flight by crow, Garret and Oscar were unceremoniously dropped by the firelink bonfire. The only other person there, a knight with an apathetic face, merely raised an eyebrow at the shivering knight on the ground and an oddly joyful sorcerer.

"Oh man! That was more fun than I thought. Can't wait to do that again. What about you Oscar. Um, Oscar, you doing okay buddy?"

Oscar merely leapt up towards the nearest pot, lifted his facemask, and released the contents of his stomach.

"Oh my" the knight remarked, "I do believe I have never seen someone react so violently to the crow ride before. It almost puts a smile on my face".

Garret meanwhile was patting Oscar on the back "There there, its okay, let it all out".

"Uggh…huff…huff…were you-urk-were you serious about returning to the asylum Garret?"

"Yes".

"Then you will be on your own. I will keep my feet firmly planted on the ground. Humans were never meant to fly in the air. I will never EVER do that again".

Garret had a quick flash as to how one enters Anor Londo for the first time. "Whatever you say buddy. Now come on, we got things to do". Garret then moved over to the knight sitting on some rubble "And how are you doing this fine day?" he asked.

"Well for one" the knight replied, "I have not smiled like that since that pyromancer from the swamp fell off a ledge rushing off to the burg".

"Really? He did that?"

"Oh yes. Didn't even stop to say hello. Just rushed off going on about meeting his godmother of something. Anyway, I assume you want information. Well, there are actually-"

"Two bells of awakening yeah yeah".

"Oh, well…then we are done here".

"Hold on a minute" Oscar spoke up "There are two bells? I was told that there was only one".

The knight replied, "Well then, you were obviously misinformed. There is one up above, in the Undead Parish, and one down below, in Blighttown".

"But the prophecy states-"

"Look at it this way" Garret interrupted, "The…gods…have two bells set up as a means of testing the chosen undead's resolve. After all, one bell is easy, but going to ring second bell is a challenge. Especially considering its in Blighttown".

"I suppose…"

"Great, now lets rest up at the bonfire and then go down the elevator".

"Oh, so we are going to ring the Blighttown bell first".

"Good god no. But I need to get a couple of things first. It might take me a bit. You should come down though, if only to repair your stuff at the smith".

"There is a blacksmith down there?" Oscar asked incredulously while following Garret down the stairs".

"Yeah, a guy by the name of Rickert, a sorcerer like me, who can also smith. He locked himself up and smiths to slow his descent to madness".

"How sad, to have to lock yourself up or risk being a danger to those around you".

"Yeah… Oh well, its his choice in the end".

"I suppose…" Oscar then chose to stay silent, giving Garret time to figure out how leveling was supposed to work.

"Okay. How to do this? A screen obviously isn't going to pop up with all my stats. Although I am going to need to be stronger and more dexterous if I want that Estoc down in New Londo".

Suddenly, Garret felt a rush of energy leave and then almost immediately enter his body, as if had just run 12 miles and taken a hot both at the same time.

"Whoa…That was surreal…So I guess I just think it, and assuming I have enough souls, I will level accordingly. Simple, but I won't know exact numbers...Oh well".

"Garret, are you rested?" He heard Oscar call out.

"Yup. Just allocated all the souls I collected in the asylum".

"Ah yes…If there is one nice thing about the curse, it is that it is much easier to get stronger than one normally would".

"Thank God too. We don't have the time to properly build muscles in order wield bigger and better weapons; now, onward to the ruins of New Londo!" Garret exclaimed, while moving towards the stairs.

When they were about to reach the second set of stairs to reach the elevator, Oscar looked to his left and noticed a blonde woman in ratty clothes huddled behind some iron bars. "Garret, who is this?" He asked, while moving closer to the bars.

Garret looked over and saw that Oscar was right in front of Anastacia's cell. "Ah her. Well she is the firekeeper of Firelink Shrine. It is her job to keep the flame upstairs lit," He answered. "Poor thing had her tongue ripped out and legs mutilated so she couldn't escape or speak ill of the gods-not to mention that whole eye thing they got going on. Her name, since she cannot give it herself, is-"

"Anastacia? Oscar breathed out.

"I'm sorry what?" Garret asked, eyes (or rather eyeholes, since he had yet to revert to human) widening, "How do you know her name?"

Oscar was quiet for some time"…I had a twin sister back in Astora. She was chosen by the church to be a firekeeper. We never even got to celebrate our tenth birthday".

"And…what makes you so sure this one is her?"

"I don't know" Oscar turned and replied, taking off his gauntlets and helmet to reveal light blonde hair and blue-grey eyes, "Just a feeling I have…" He turned back to the cell. "Ana, if it is you, please look up. I want to look at your face again, after all these years".

Anastacia flinched, before slowly craning her head up to meet Oscar, blue-grey orbs to grey cloth. Oscar bit back a gasp "Y-you're eyes" Anastacia looked down, perhaps in shame, perhaps in resignation. Oscar swallowed, "…It is no matter, I do not need to see your eyes to know you are my sister," still, she would not respond. Oscar started to tear up, and clenched the iron bars between them, "…Please Ana". He started to shudder, his armor clanking in tune with his body. He stopped however, when he felt a small, dirty, soft hand cover his own. Sniffling, he looked up at Anastacia, who had a small smile on her face. He smiled in turn, "Ana, my dear sister". He brought his other hand up to cup her cheek, and the two leaned forward in a loving embrace, ignoring the bars that stood between them.

Garret just gazed on dumbly. "Oh my God. This is…but how. There was no hint towards any of this in the game. This is just insane, not to mention horribly depressing. Just…God..."

"Umm, Oscar. I'm just…I'm just going to go down by myself. I-I'll see you later". Oscar didn't give any indication that he heard, but Garret ran to the elevator nonetheless. After reaching the bottom, he bolted out and huddled in a corner on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

"This…this is all real…these are all real people. Ho-ho-how can I do this? I have to go through all these trials and meet all these people, knowing exactly what happens to them...I can always just go it alone. Yeah, just don't talk to anyone. Don't mess with them and nothing happens. Easy".

…

"But that was in game. That was just codes and voice-actors. People don't follow a script… They live and breathe and do what they want. If I don't talk to Solaire he will just go on his own and still get trapped in Izalith. Siegmeyer will probably just die sooner. Laurentius goes hollow down in Blighttown. Rhea either dies in the parish or goes hollow at the archives. These guys aren't just going to be dictated by ones and zeroes. They are going to make choices, and those choices will lead to their ultimate doom. And, I can't stop it..." Garret then put his head between his knees, feeling a sort of numbness enter his very being. "…It this what it feels to go hollow? Kinda peaceful. I wonder if everyone feels this way when they turn. Not a bad way to go actually. Its like I'm falling asleep…"

As he was slowly falling into the gentle embrace of the Abyss, Garret's last thoughts were, oddly enough, about the Rocky franchise. Rocky Balboa (the sixth movie, not the character), or rather, the speech Rocky gives his son about winning. About taking the hits life gives you, and moving forward.

"…No. No way in hell am I going to let things just play out. In this world I have omniscience comparable to a god. I can change things. I can save Siegmeyer from hollowing by-by making sure he finishes bosses. I can be Solaire's "sunbro", keeping his spirits up. I can expose Petrus for the scum he is. Yeah, I can do this. I mean, I already wanted have Solaire, Rhea, and Siegmeyer in an impromptu party with Oscar and me, now the stakes are just a bit higher. Yeah…YEAH! I CAN DO THIS! YOU HERE ME WORLD! I'M GONNA DO IT. I'M GONNA CHANGE THINGS, GIVE THIS LAND AND ITS PEOPLE A HAPPY ENDING!" He shouted to the ceiling.

*HUFF* *HUFF*

"But first, I need to scrounge for items".

Chapter 3

After having a mental breakdown, and subsequently recovering, Garret heard the elevator in motion. He moved to the entrance to see Oscar, with his helmet back on, walk out. "…Ah…There you are Garret".

"Hey…Oscar…You doing okay?" Garret asked awkwardly.

"As well as one can after seeing their sister again after decades…Is…Is what you said true, that Ana had her tongue cut off cut off and was purposely mutilated?" Oscar asked.

"…I highly doubt she did it to herself…"

"…I see…" Oscar replied. He then clenched his fist, before slowly releasing it "…You said there was a smith down here who could repair armor?"

"Yeah, just down here" Garret replied, leading the way down. When they reached the bottom Garret spoke up again. "FYI, there are a few hollows down here, but they are the docile kind, so far gone they barely do anything. Easy kills if it pleases".

"…I don't know…" Oscar slowly spoke "…It goes against what I stand for as a knight".

"Not to be rude, but in this place, your "codes of honor" can take a hike". They had reached to set of stairs leading down to Rickert. "This is an eat or be eaten world buddy, and they aren't eating". Oscar just stayed silent.

They approached Rickert's cell. "Hmm" he grunted, "This is an unusual sight, not one, but two men roaming about. A knight and a sorcerer wandering the ruins of a city, sound like one heck of a story".

"Hello Rickert" Garret said.

"Hold on, how do you-"

Garret cut him off "I have the gift of foresight. One of the things I foresaw is you".

"Huh, a sorcerer gifted with visions of the future. The gods must like you".

"Oh trust me, when the remaining gods find out who I am, what I want, they will most certainly not like me, especially a certain cross-dressing prick with daddy issues". He muttered that last part out so the others wouldn't hear him. Rickert however, had heard that last part.

"Hold on, which god is a cr-"

"If it is all the same with you" Oscar interrupted "I would like to repair my armor and weapons".

"Oh, well give him here, I'll have them fixed up in a jiffy" Rickert replied. Oscar and Garret both started stripping off their armor.

"Excellent, I am sure if Garret and I pool our souls we can pay you in fu-"

"Oh no, I'll do this for free" Rickert spoke up.

Oscar looked on with a questioning gaze "Why would you repair our supplies for free".

"Thank your buddy over there" Rickert replied, already starting to fix Oscar's chest piece.

Now it was Garret's turn to look confused "What did I do?"

"That little speech you gave earlier" Rickert told them "About not giving up and changing things, it was inspiring, really got my blood pumping again".

"Speech?" Oscar questioned.

"Oh" Garret replied, a sheepish smile on his face, "I was just in the middle of a nervous breakdown, it happens". He then turned back to Rickert, "Well then, if you have any heavy soul arrow scrolls I can-"

"That'll be 2,000 souls" Rickert shot of, not taking his eyes off the items he was repairing.

"What?"

"Souls, it is what passes for currency in this godforsaken land".

"I know what they are used for, but, 2,000? What happened to the whole 'blood pumping thing' my speech gave you?"

"That's for the armor, this is separate".

"Bu-"

"You want me to double the amount?" Rickert asked, raising an eyebrow.

Oscar then told Garret "I'll give you some of my souls to spend Garret, after all, the entire repair is being done for free".

"…Alright" Garret relented, and paid the price, getting a heavy soul arrow scroll in return.

Soon enough, Rickert had fully repaired the duo's weapons and armor and had returned them. "Do come visit again" he called out as they left.

Garret and Oscar were moving towards the path the lead to the flooded city of New Londo. Garret the made a sharp left turn form the entrance arch and stopped before a vase with a body in it. Before Oscar could ask him what he was doing, Garret hurled himself into the vase, breaking it apart and having the body slump to the ground. "Garret!" he yelled out, "What do you thi-".

"Ta-Da" Garret suddenly yelled out, holding an Estoc in his right hand.

Oscar just stared before turning away "…Is this going to be a regular thing with you. Doing something no sane man would even consider, all to get some prize in return?"

Garret just tilted his head at the question "Is that going to be a problem?"

"…I guess not…So long as we get something beneficial in return".

"I am so glad you feel that way" Garret then proceeded to strip off his clothing until he was in nothing but a loincloth "You can head up to Firelink now, I'll be back up one way or another".

"Why did you...?"

"Well I just got this stuff repaired, don't want it to get all broken again".

Oscar merely stared at him for a few seconds before heading for the elevator, muttering about insane seers.

"Alright" Garret thought to himself, "I have to get the Firekeeper soul above all else, any thing else…I'll play by ear". With a "plan" in mind, he headed towards the ruins, grabbing a pair of transient curses on the way.

As he made it too the water, he spotted the first couple of ghosts making their way towards him. "Wait for it, wait for it" he chanted in his head. One ghost then made to cleave him in two "NOW!" he thought, and deftly rolled out of the way, just missing the ghost's slash. He continued to "duck and weave" past all the ghosts until he made it to the corpse with the Firekeeper soul in it. He grabbed the soul and placed it in his sack, "Now to esca-" his thought was interrupted by the gang of ghosts all blocking his way out. He then saw the lead ghost extend its blades in order to slice him to bits. "…Well…shit" were his last words, before his mind went dark.

A/N: Here it is, my third chapter.

In response to a Mr. (or Ms.) CadenGallic, the tone will be mostly comedic, but will have its serious moments. After all, Dark Souls does get pretty dark, what with all the NPC's having horrible fates befall them (Siegmeyer and Solaire come to mind). As it stands, Garret will try to keep things as lighthearted as possible, but there will be some depressing moments (Rhea's story in particular). I can only try to balance those out.

Later.