The Final Post

Sometimes, you think you have more time to make something, more time to try and complete that puzzle you can't seem to find the last piece for. But often, time runs out and it kind of sucks. Like really bad, but at the same time, you have to be willing to understand some pieces are meant to never be found, and some things are never meant to be had for someone. So without any more delay, I would like to introduce a story I have been thinking about for some time.

There he was, the man with no name, everyone knew him, but you could never remember him, his face seemed to vanish when you weren't looking at him, as if nothing was ever there. But he always remembered everyone, whether it was Susan with her 3 kids and "unfortunately the fourth" or Donald with his uncle who payed for everything in Pools of gold coins. He saw faces, many times, but they never seemed to see him more than once, they always seemed to restart everyday unknowing of what or who he was, it hurt him, and he turned into a darker abyss. He turned to depression, he faded from the town he always walked, just like he had from the people's minds. He turned to self harm, and he enjoyed the feeling of blood coming from his body, because the blood knew him, the blood made him remember he was in this world, and he knew that all things were there too. But it became useless as he continued spiraling downward, seeking deeper ways to appease his hatred. He turned to killing, not normal killing though. He turned to killing criminals, only those who had hurt someone else. He killed them, not out of justice, but because he felt like he had obtained the power and essence of all they had killed, all their evil, all the unhappiness.

The man turned into a shadow, a wisp, he had targets, but no one could ever target him, a man no one could remember seeing. But one day, the man killed someone, and his son watched, and the son grew up, somehow being different, because the son always remembered the man who killed his father. One day the boy saw the man, and he grabbed him and took him home, he tortured the bastard, the man who killed his father, he wanted to watch him die 50 deaths. The man began to laugh the more brutal the torture got, and the boy pulled out a blade and put it to his throat, and asked him, "Why do you think you can enjoy anything? Why won't you just suffer already?" The man broke free one hand to lower the blade and look at the boy in his eyes, and replied, "Because I already know what I do before I do it, everything steps before me, but nothing ever remembers, but you remembered, you came after me, and it made me happy, because if I die, I know you will remember who you killed and why, and that gives me piece". The boy slit the man's throat and left him to bleed out for hours, but the man was smiling always, always so at peace. Always the man felt like, he would be remembered.

Review of a blog

Normally, I would give you a classic story by the mind of myself, but a certain pal of mine brought a blog to my attention, well one post in particular from it. So 
This tragic piece of art is all about the Donger, the most valuable of resources. A donger is either a League of Legends champion Heimer"donger"dinger or the streamer(live stream, live video feed of game play or anything really) who started it. The term Dongsquad was used to describe this man's subscribers. So with that nice little feed to your mind, you can fully understand what it means to:
 ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ raise your dongers ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ . The whole point of this post is to fully engage the mind of a normal person to the mind of a donger. (ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏɴɢᴇʀ, ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ (ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง  See I normally have no patience for memes, but this one, something about it makes me glow inside.  █▄༼ຈل͜ຈ༽▄█ yeah i work out  
See the genius of this "meme" is that you can take it and try to apply it to things, but it fails terribly, so it is great, because it has a target audience and won't be enjoyable to anyone else. That's the donger, Raise em' high and enjoy the time. Any questions please leave below. 

Lik, coment, subskrype.


Also sorry this post is so short, but got a lot on my plate today.

Sobibor Stories: The Secret Alliance

Sobibor left the crime to go home and gather her thoughts, on the way to the lab, she saw a man in a cloak walking out of the lab, and could see in the shadowed face a grin. He turned and left and she ran to the door, fearing the worst. When she opened the door Heiter stood there with no change of face. He looked the same mono personality man he always is. And when she asked what happened, he just turned away and said, "Customer?". The lies seemed to be building up and Sobibor lost all trust in him, and fell into the back of the building. She flopped on the bed and groaned, and Heiter closed the door. Heiter sat there for a minute or two, then pulled out a package, grabbing the envelope with money in one hand, and various parts in the other hand. He put the money in a safe, and took out the "collar" from a secret compartment. He began to attach the pieces from the package to it, and it looked complete. He smiled an evil smile, and sat up, put it on, and was zapped instantly. He removed it, turned, opened the door, and walked toward Sobibor.

"Heiter you fool, that is the kid! The one I need to capture, but now look at her, she is worth nothing to me as a child!", said the shadow standing before her. In reply, she heard Heiter, "Listen, you payed me, you gave me what I needed, her is this god damn brat, just take her and leave me be. I don't care if you need her grown up, then grow her up yourself." She heard a shot and opened her eyes to Heiter holding his stomach, then collapsing on the floor. Her head couldn't move, and when she tried to move any part of her body, electricity jolted through her body. The voice chuckled and turned, "He makes a good point, I will raise you myself, and then I will change those ideas in your head." his face came closer and she could make out the eyes of H. "You will come to fear me more than hate, and from that, you can come to admire me." He grabbed her leg, and pulled her out of the building, and into a car, and slammed the door. he got in, put a bag over her head, and drove. When he came to a stop, she didn't see anything until she was in a room with a window, still unable to move. H turned and spoke, "Until you change your mind in that heart of yours about me, you can't move, until you find out what this all is, you won't be free." He walked out as Sobibor passed out.

Sobibor Stories: Blog Posterdoodle for today

I have never been so unmotivated to think of some Sobibor bleh blah since I started this story, but let me say, I really am not feeling it tonight. So what comes of it, don't be bleh blah'ed at it.

Sobibor hung up the phone and went over to the body, a closer examination revealed several things, one of which was that her body had blood covering her face, and her eyeballs' "remains" dripping out of the sockets, but also that her mouth had not been burnt at all. {Now how could somebody burn an entire human body without the mouth being touched, not even warm to my hand in reference to the rest of the body. It seems awful interesting she died today of all days as well. Maybe someone is trying to keep us from the truth.} Sobibor walked up the stairs further into a room with blood on it, obviously the room the victim was pulled from. On the neatly made bed lay a note. Typed out was a suicide note, or something much like one. {So I am to think she wrote the note, made her bed, bled around her house, put claw marks on her door, burned herself alive, and then hung herself. Well either she went about this in some VERY clever impossible way, or someone is just trying to throw a roadblock to the police here}.

When Sobibor left the room, the police had already arrived at the house and were looking around. They saw her up the steps and an officer yelled to her, "Hey little missy! This is a crime scene, you can't be looking around here". As he spoke he quickly walked to her side, pulled her up and removed her from the house. Once she had made it outside, she was once again beside Kazito. He turned and looked at her, looked around to see if anyone was close, then spoke. "So what did you find up there that took you so long?" Sobibor turned to him and replied, "I found a suicide note...". His head tilted sideways as he questioned her words, "So some idiot thinks we would believe she killed herself LIKE THAT?!" His voice spiked at the end, and a few men looked toward the two. Sobibor looked up at the house then back to Kazito. She sat down, and begin to think out what they knew. {She loved her brother, she hated Akari, she was killed the day we were coming to question her. So one thing is for sure, whoever did this is right up to pace with us, and is trying to stop me from solving this. How many are there like this one, that despite my appearance, know who I am?} She looked to Kazito and asked him, "How did you know who I was when you met me?" He turned to her, "A man that called himself H. told me to look for you, and I would know you as the kid with Shuene". She looked in awe, {FAHHHHH, H. already knows?! How?! Is it, wait, HOW CAN I TRUST ANYONE?! The only person who SHOULD have known I would go to Shuene is Heiter, but even then, did he tell him? Or is this a different H.?}




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Sobibor Stories: Aunt Auschi

Sobibor and Kazito walk outside the house into the rain, and begin forward on their half mile walk to this Aunt's home. Along the way they exchange all they know, starting with Kazito. "Her name is Auschi, and I know little about her. She loves my father more than anyone I have met, including my own mother, and she hated my mom more than anything. She always had mixed feeling about me, it really just depended on who I was with when she saw me. Sometimes she saw me as my father's son, and other times as my mother's offspring. She was always cold to come visit, and I only saw her three times before my mother died. She comes by constantly now, well..., she is a very kind lady. She was always cold toward men except me and my father, and I don't think she liked many people in general. She fought with my mom several times, often trying to make up some theory on her cheating or being an improper wife. My mom put up with it but since she died I can't say my Aunt was anything but pleased with the situation. She is actually set to move in with us next month, but my father is not sure how it will go once he... begins looking for love once more."

Sobibor takes it all in like a sponge absorbing water in a desert, {Little help to the case, but big help to a motive}. Sobibor looks over and begins speaking, "One week before Akari's murder, the two fought, and Auschi was quoted saying 'If I could kill you, I would make sure to cook you like the pig you are'. If anything that hurts the case as much as it helps it considering how close to that statement the murder was performed. None the less, it is still, if anything, a link between the murder and Auschi, but what's more, what you just told me proves my theory for a motive. Your Aunt is in love with your father, and is willing to go to far lengths to keep him to herself, the question is, if murder is within that field."

Kazito looked at her as if the thought had never crossed his mind, hell, it probably never had. Sobibor looked for the words to apologize but could tell there was no need, he was glad to hear it, glad to know why his Aunt had so much hatred for his mother and, at times, him. The two walked up to the door and knocked. They waited four minutes and knocked again, this time the door creaked open, and a trail of blood led to Auschi's burnt corpse hanging from the ceiling. Kazito dropped to his knees, and Sobibor put a hand on his shoulder and the other on the phone to inform the police, looks like this case just got heated up.

Sobibor Stories: First Kid Case

Sobibor and Kazito are sitting on his bedroom floor looking through the files and clippings. Akari's death was 8 years ago on June 24, 2024. She was killed in a restaurant and her body was shoved into an oven that was set to 450 degrees. Sobibor picks up that the case was put aside because of lack of evidence, but believes that she can do it easily. As she looks at more and more of the boxes' contents she realizes she may have dug herself too deep with this one. Kazito turns to see her troubled expression and asks, "Is this too much for the famous detective?" Sobibor's eye twitches when she replies, "Just keep reading! Nothing is too much for the best detective in the world." Sobibor had lost all hope when she read a file that said she was found 3 hours after she died, but was alive 30 minutes before this time. Sobibor lets out a chuckle and smiles wide, {Case Closed}. If the camera caught her 30 minutes before the reported death, then how did her body show signs of death for 3 hours? Easily! The body can be put under certain conditions to decay rapidly, and that was the key to this murder.

Sobibor needed to simply discover enough evidence to put the person she suspected behind bars, and close the book on this cold case. Reading through the articles she discovered two men who were customers to the restaurant and had reasonable motives, but someone who stuck out over them was her brother's wife. In the reports, she had a nasty attitude about her sister in law and openly accused the two men. {Now if I was this lady, killing her in a place these two men were familiar with would be a very reasonable idea to get away with murder}. Sobibor walked around the room trying to find a reasonable motive to start the search for arresting this woman. The fight the two of them had a week before her death is a good place to start. Sobibor turns to Kazito, "Let's go talk to your aunt." The two get up and leave the room.

Sobibor Stories: Mystery Kid

Sobibor attends school at Misukuki Grade School. Sobibor has been on the case of the boy Kazito and how he came across her shadowy secret, and what he intends to do with it. Sobibor is walking from class one day when Shuene pulls her aside, "Did you still want to come over sometime? You never did after the match, I understand if not..." Sobibor nods and they both smile at each other. She sees Kazito talking to a girl, based on what it looks like, he is rejecting her, nearly proven as the girl runs away with tears, and Kazito sighs and begins walking toward the exit. Sobibor runs and reaches out to grab his arm, and he turns. "To what do I owe the pleasure kid detective?", he says with a grin. Sobibor's eyes shoot into his soul with a deathly gaze, "You think you know the truth, but I can assure you, if you ever told anyone, this body of yours would quickly be dealt with, and no one would ever suspect me." Kazito looks away, almost giving in to her gaze and sighs, "Like I would tell anyone you're boring old secret, not like a kid is reliable in such things." Kazito grabs her hand and goes for the exit, "You are coming over to help me do something, the true reason why I bothered with you in the first place." Sobibor withdraws her hand, yet still follows him. About 20 minutes later they come to a nice whit mansion and walk inside the gate. Once the door is opened, she looks around, and remarks, "Almost as big as my parent's place.."

Kazito laughs and goes into a room, small and dark, broken open by a light. They are both in a closet full of boxes, and he pulls on one, his elbow hitting her face, "EH?! You weren't supposed to follow me in here idiot!", he yells. They both get out of the closet and walk up a staircase, showing the whole house from an aerial view, and into another room, he turns and says, "This one you CAN come into.." They both chuckle uncomfortably and walk into the room. He flips the box upside down and all it's contents fly to the floor, mostly newspaper articles, but some files. Sobibor leans down and notices what these are, and stands straight up. "I'm sorry, but I never do anyone personal work directly, at least, not on a mother's murder. I'm sorry." She turns to leave but stops and looks down at him. He smiles through his tears, "So is it that? Or are you just not as good as they all say?" A challenge to her ability as a detective, to this she replies, "Well, I can always use one to sharpen my skills", and sits on the floor. They begin to organize everything on the floor, and the case for the killer of Akari Sonai begins.

Sobibor Stories: Breakdown

Okay, before this post, I want to say, this will be confusing for a fact until the end of the story with the way everything is going. So I will continue, I promise it will pull through.

The scene opens with Sobibor on the floor. She is trembling and holding herself. Slight sounds can be heard coming from her mouth, but no words come through her lips. She only has thoughts, bad thoughts. {They are out to get me, what if they come for me, if I'm quiet and a good girl, maybe they will let me go, maybe the bad people will go away. I just want it to stop, I want it all to stop. No more of this shitty world, they tell me things, they never go away. I'm a good girl, I try my best, please let them leave me alone. I'm.... I'M SCARED! I WANT OUT! I WANT OUT! I want to be a good girl, please don't make me do these things, don't make me this way! I'm a bad girl. A very bad girl, I deserve the consequences of this...}. Sobibor comes to outside in town, wet and sweating. She opens the door to the shop and Heiter looks at her, and dodges his eyes away. In the light she looks down and sees, it is blood, she is wet with blood. Not her own blood, the blood of a stranger. The darkness has wrapped around the poor girl, and she is the victim of a condition, blacking out and killing people. The ultimate opposite of Sobibor, the criminal to a detective. She is no more in control of her body then we are of our own. The being that we represent is clouded by a howling chain, the chain of evil, the human nature to destroy everything around you, and conquer those who you deem lesser in order to raise yourself in the superficial class system of the human race. If the human race broke down, and all order fell apart, then all that would remain is human nature, and therefore, there would always be an order because humans themselves consider who is better and who is worse. What is it that makes us human? The darkness that is human nature twists and turns at the fabric of our reality, but without it, what would we be? Sobibor goes to her room after scrubbing her clothes clean, the vigorous scrubbing to clean her clothes, to remove the evil corrupting the cloth. Sobibor goes to sleep.

Sobibor Stories: Big Case

Back at the police station, Detective Majdanek and some boys are on a manhunt almost as large as the first time they tried to catch H. Sobibor must be caught at all costs, and she must receive her full punishment. Every night for the last 3 weeks the whole police force has been looking for Sobibor, and H. sends her a letter. With no cops to stop him, he has no reason to commit crimes, and instead turns to his rival for enjoyment. Whether Sobibor knows it or not, after the gateway to the criminal world opened for H., he wanted an opponent worthy to counter him. Sobibor was the only one who ever came close, and sometimes she pulled ahead. With Sobibor missing, H. had no desire to break the rules, because he knew he would get away without the clever girl on his heels. Sobibor woke up and at the foot of her bed was the letter, signed H. She looked at it and felt a nerve tingle up her spine. She slipped her finger under the slit in the envelope and slithered out the letter. Once she opened it, she felt her nerves turned to anger and sadness very soon.

Dear Sobibor,
     I have heard of the charges brought to you, and it is a shame to see you cower away. I never hide, I am always in plain view, and that is what makes me so enticing to you and the blue bloods. I have recently learned that you are with this Heiter fellow, and did some research. I would say your safety would be better off with me, but I won't say why(after all you are a great detective are you not?). You are probably curious as to why I felt the need to speak to you, but I promise it is for your own good. I want you to be back at arms racing to find me, and then I can enjoy the stealing away and killing, much like your little friend. I feel no purpose in my works if I have no audience, and this is why I have a plan, you are young now, but your knowledge and attitude can open all kinds of doors for you back into being a detective. I hear there is a young boy with a father who does P.I. work. I'm glad you see the opportunity I do, and I can't wait to pull you along, my little doggy. After, where I go, you must follow, am I wrong?

                Sincerely, H.
Sobibor crams the letter into a small ball and burns it in the trash. {He thinks he owns me, but I am free, and I do whatever it takes to survive. Heiter is no doubt a raise of suspicion, but he is the only one I can turn to for now. I hope that soon enough I can find H., and treat him to a nice leashing to the inside of a wood chipper}. Sobibor laughs and falls back to her pillow, falling back to sleep. The dream she has stirs her but does not wake her. A smile is across her face, and one tear rolls down. But the dream does not wake her.

Sobibor Stories: Dark Rider Approaches

The coach drops the puck and Sobibor instantly makes a shot. After the goal is made, the Jerk strikes Sobibor's knee with his stick. The coach calls the match and Sobibor wins. But then, the darkness in the corner reveals a young boy, a slender kid, who is ready to go. The coach looks over and smiles, "Hey Kazito Kogigai, this girl seems like a challenge yes?" Kazito walks up and takes the stick from the loser and another match starts. The puck drops, and Sobibor goes to get it, but she sees a flash and it's gone, and Kazito is running with it, she turns and goes on defense, he shoots and misses thanks to Sobibor's skill at hockey. But this kid is interesting, something is above the normal level of a 1st grader. Sobibor has the puck, she dashes through Kazito's blind spot and makes a shot. The kid grins and is at his goal, and in one motion stops the puck and slides it right into Sobibor's goal. Kazito wins the match and drops the stick yawning, Sobibor twitches. {Who the hell is this kid? He beat me and he shouldn't of been able to even compete against me}. 

Sobibor goes over to him and congratulates him for his win. he walks up, and in her ear whispers, "You would be better, but what can you do when you are only in high school." He smiles and walks away. {Who is this kid? How does he know that I am not what I appear to be? I need to do some research on this kid, and I need to keep him from letting anyone know}. Sobibor walks out of the gym and goes back to the lab and sees Heiter. She tells him about the kid and Heiter tell her she needs to be careful and not let her identity be known. Sobibor goes to her room, and Heiter looks back, then pulls something back out from under the table. A electric circle, almost considerable as a collar of sorts. He smiles as he works on it. The shop closes and the night kicks in. Sobibor in the locked shop, like an animal in a cage.

Sobibor Stories: Play Skool

Sobibor had a challenge in front of her, she couldn't just sit in the back spending her days, she needed a way to learn about H. Heiter came into her room and spoke, "Sobibor, I enrolled you in the local school, a boy your age has a father who is a detective, you have to make him your friend or H. will never be caught". Sobibor turned and her eye twitched, {Grade school?! Oh great, this is what I want to do, this basic crap. but he makes a point on finding H. I guess I will play along.} She smiled and said yes. That Monday she would enroll. She prepared herself, and learned what she needed to about this boy, Shuene. Monday came and she walked onto the school grounds, and headed to the classroom. When she walked in, she saw who she thought was Shuene and he was looking at her as kindly as he could and the whole class sat up and waved. Sobibor went to her seat, just so happened to be by Shuene, and sat down. he leaned over and said happily, "Hi, I'm Shuene, what's your name? Do you want to eat lunch with me?". Another kid turned around and kicked Shuene's table knocking it over, "Shuddup loser." Sobibor helped him pick it up and nodded at him, he smiled.

At lunch, Shuene went on and on about his dad and how he was a failure of a Private Detective, and how everyone at school was mean to him and made fun of him for it. Then he thanked her for being the first kid to talk to him and not be mean, and to sit with him. He smiled when he said this, and Sobibor felt her heart sink. "What are you doing today Shuene? Can I come over?" Shuene looked shocked, but said yes as quickly as his voice could. Then he got up and ran back to class, tripped once along the way by one of the kids, and everyone laughed. Sobibor walked up to the kid who tripped Shuene and grabbed a stick he had in his hand. "Little league hockey huh?", She said, "If I can beat you, you will leave the kid alone, got it?" The bully smiled and spat on her, "You got it nerd". The two kids followed by a crowd went to the gym, and opened the doors, PE had begun, but they asked the coach to let them do this duel. And he sat up the goals and gave them their gear. A battle on the rise, both take their side on the rink.

Sobibor Stories: Mr. Heiter

20 years ago, the man Samuel Heiter just finished college and had got himself a fiance. Her name was Lucy, and she fell ill to cancer not long before their daughter was to be born. Samuel, the inventor, tried his hardest to make a cure for his wife. Months later, he made something that seemed to have worked, and their healthy daughter was born. Lucy then became very sick again, but this time she fell more rapidly towards death, and would die before little Kimmy turned one. Samuel was destroyed, but he still had his daughter, and tried his best to keep her safe and well. The house they lived in was lost, and all they had left was his shop with the huge warehouse. His daughter lived in a room he made in the back, completely separate from the broken down building it was in. She turned 5 and began attending school. Within her first month, Samuel got a call saying she was coughing up blood. She was taken out of school and kept under constant watch at the hospital. The doctors took several weeks to find out what was wrong, cancer, the very same kind her mother had. The cure Samuel thought he had made, it only transferred half of the disease to his daughter, and made the two bodies able to fight it until it would multiply back to its original numbers.

With no will to live now that he knew he may have killed his daughter, he turned to Christ. Heiter sold everything he could, and stopped having to payed off his shop, now turning all funds to his daughter's health. She began to stabilize and return to a healthy state, but only for so long. The disease mutated and became incurable, and the doctors required Kimmy to leave the hospital. Samuel tried his hardest to create something to remove it from his daughter's body, but never could complete it, and only days before she would die, he completed an invention, capable of removing a human soul from it's body, and keeping it alive. He came to his daughter's room, prayed, and removed her dying soul from her body, and then went out to give her a proper burial. The soul was full of life, and Samuel was as happy as he could be in the circumstances. But when a little girl came running into his shop, who looked so much like an older form of his daughter, he began to feel his past again. The girl activated a trap he thought she might, and became the age his daughter was when she died, and he had her back again.

The soul sat in protection, out of sight, and Sobibor sat in the room it once did, know being that which Heiter lost.

Sobibor Stories: Outlaw

So Sobibor takes steps forward onto the mushy rotting carpet, almost identical to mud. This back room had not been taken care of ever and smelled of mildew and mold. Sobibor looked at the many items she passed, as well as picking up the more intriguing gadgets. She kept walking until she found a pair of gloves, fit for a 1st grader stuffed inside a pod of sorts. She removed the gloves and grabbed the pod, only to see a bright flash and black out. She woke up and Heiter was over her and said, "Damn kid, look at what you've done to yourself, that machine has not been properly tested yet, and I mean, weren't you older than this?" Sobibor sat up and looked at her arms and legs, her pants and jacket seem to have grown a significant amount, either that or she got smaller. She stood up and noticed that she was closer to the ground as well, and when she brought herself before a mirror, her eyes opened wide. Her height and age seem to have decreased almost to a 1st grade level.

"WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?! WHAT WAS THAT MACHINE? I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!!!!!", she yelled. Heiter smiled and replied, "Why my dear child, if I would have known then I could tell you, but now I am to believe it is a age reversing device, and my guess is it took you back about 10 years, right about when you would be starting school". Her jaw dropped and she stood silent, then fell to the floor laughing. {I guess I did need a way to track down H and stay hidden from the police force, although this wasn't my first idea of how to do so, it certainly eliminates many problems}. She looked up at the gloves and put them on, and out of the right hand came a hockey stick, somewhat transparent, almost like a toy in an anime. She charged back and sent a rock flying, and it broke straight through the warehouse. Heiter sighed and lead her toward a small room in the warehouse. It was a small room, not much bigger than a bathroom, but it was clean and looked rather untouched. Heiter wiped his eyes, and stated, "This was my daughter's room, but she has been dead for longer then you have been alive".

Sobibor stepped into the room, and sat on the bed, "Are you saying I can stay here?" Heiter smirked and nodded his head, he then walked away signaling her to stay here. Several minutes later he returned with several changes of clothes, a towel, and basic hygiene tools. He sat them down on the dresser and walked out, turning off the light and closing the curtain on his way out.