Chaos in Chelsea
Backstage

“It’s almost time…”

Lucy sits backstage in front of her locker, already clad in her ring gear. Her long blonde locks hang over her shoulders in soft waves as she stares off into space – the upcoming match weighing on her more than she was willing to admit.

“There isn’t a doubt in my mind that you’re ready, Seb. You’ve been ready. Your entire run as Chaos champion has been preparing you for this moment, right here. Of course, I don’t think either of us could have predicted that it would be me against you, winner take all. Now, do I think that fact deters you?”

She asks the question and finally turns to look at her audience, those piercing blue eyes of hers filled with a soft melancholy as she shakes her head.

“Not in the slightest. I’d never want you to feel deterred because you stand across from a friend or someone whom you care about. This is our job, after all. This is what we choose to do with our lives, regardless of the consequences of that choice. Don’t take my words and think that I’m any less ready for this than you, Seb.”

Lucy sighs and runs her hand through her hair.

“It’s been a long week. But I’m here, and I’m ready. This isn’t the first time you and I have squared up. But dare I say that this time, the stakes are much, much higher. I saw the way you looked at my world title last week. But did you see the way I looked at you? I don’t think you did, Seb.”

 

Synergy #409
Contract Signing

Lucy had just handed Seb’s Chaos championship back to him and watched him place the belt over his shoulder. She stood and waited for him to grab her World title and hand it to her, and after a few moments, he did just that.

Only when she grabbed it, he didn’t let it go.

For a moment, Lucy’s chest tightened as she looked up at him – noticing immediately that his eyes weren’t on her, they were trained on the title between them. She couldn’t stop the brief wave of disappointment that washed over her, sending pinpricks down her arms. As quickly as the disappointment rushed over her, frustration replaced it. Lucy hoped the words they told one another were the truth, she at least knew her words were.

But now, in the waning moments of Synergy, she stares across the table and sees Seb the competitor – the man who wants the belt she holds, not Seb – her best friend, the man who’s had her back for the last six months.

Lucy gritted her teeth and pulled a little harder on the belt, yanking it out of Seb’s grip. She wanted to say something to him, but there was nothing she could say that would make the situation any better, so she turned away from him and hoisted her belt up into the air, watching out the corner of her eye as Seb did the same with his Chaos title.

This didn’t need to end up in a competition of ego, because Lucy knew he’d win, hands down. Lucy didn’t like it though, she didn’t like the entire situation she and her… best friend found themselves in.

Deep down, though, she knew it didn’t bother Seb nearly as much.

Why would it?

Lucy tried to focus on the cheering crowd as she brought the belt back down and cheers it against Seb’s Chaos title with a smile on her face. Even if it were a bit fake, she hoped it did the trick. She hoped Seb didn’t see the frustration that bubbled beneath that cool, calm exterior.

She watched Seb as he moved towards the ring ropes, and he turned once more to wink at her before he relieved her of his presence.

She sighed to herself, maintaining that soft smile as she watched him leave.

Things were going to be okay.. Everything Seb said about Lucy was true. He wouldn’t say it if he didn’t think it, right?

It was hard to believe, especially after the last few minutes.

Lucy replayed her own words in her head, feeling foolish for practically bearing her heart to him when at the end of the day, none of it mattered more than the prize they were going to be fighting over.

Their friendship would have to wait. She knew it, he knew it.. But Lucy couldn’t help but feel like she was about to lose something that meant… everything to her.

 

Chaos in Chelsea
Backstage

Lucy sighed.

“It’s fucking stupid, isn’t it? As long as I’ve been in this business, I should know better. I should know better than to let personal feelings bleed into what we do day in and day out. But even more so? I should know better than to open my heart to the people I work with.”

A bitter taste fills her mouth as she finishes that sentence. She didn’t mean a word of it – even if the consequences of those personal feelings meant she’d lose the world title, she’d lose her best friend… or both.

“If I knew better though, I wouldn’t be who I am. We wouldn’t be here right now, at least not in the same way. I also wouldn’t be as happy as I am. So I guess everything happens for a reason, and even if deep down I’m terrified that we’re gonna walk out of this match…”

She stops and closes her eyes, pulling in a shaky breath – pulling herself together before opening her eyes and continuing her thought.

“…As anything but what we are right now, I know that it’ll be the way it’s supposed to be. I don’t regret a damn thing, Seb. I don’t regret anything that’s led us to this moment, and I won’t regret anything that happens out there in that ring. It’s our job, right? This is what we were meant to do, and it might look like I’m losing my nerve in the face of this moment – Our moment.”

Narrowing her eyes she leans in, a much darker expression taking over her face.

“Hopefully you know me better than that, Sebastian. It’s been a long, difficult week and I don’t plan on topping it off by walking out of Chelsea with nothing.”

 

Unspecified Location
New York

Lucy thought she’d be more nervous, but more than anything, she felt ready for this little ‘meeting’. She didn’t lie to Rogan when she’d left earlier today, but she also didn’t tell him the exact truth about where she was going, and what she’d be doing. Lucy had been quietly seething over the last month over a bar that Rogan knew nothing about. She’d been silently plotting, figuring out what to do about that little McNamera problem that was threatening her gift to Rogan.

Part of her felt it was a huge reaction to a problem that could have just been solved by relocating to another place and beginning again. Lucy wondered many times if she was overreacting to this. Wondering if she should just take her ball and give up, go home, and forget all about it.

Lucy Wylde was tired of backing down.

She was going to give Rogan his dream, no matter what she had to do in order to make it a reality. She was going to make sure people like McNamera and his family knew she wasn’t one to fuck with.

Gabriel’s associates stop in front of a nondescript door amid a hall of many nondescript doors. Lucy nods at them and they step away, leaving Lucy alone with her own thoughts. Her mind raced as she reached down and turned the knob, revealing a stark white room with two chairs and a table in the middle.

In one of the chairs, strapped down to it tightly… She found the person she was here to speak with.

“Well, well… Look at who it is…”

Lucy stops in the doorway of the room, staring in at her brother Michael. She hadn’t seen him since that day that Gabriel had freed her from his facility. The last look she’d had at his face, she was stomping it into the ground as blood poured from his nostrils. He wouldn’t be sitting there in front of her right now if Gabriel hadn’t pulled her away and reminded her of who she was.

Only, Lucy didn’t know if she was really that person anymore.

“What, did you come here to stare at me, Sister?”

Michael said, squirming under his restraints. Lucy rolled her eyes and stepped into the room, allowing the door to slam behind her. She almost found it amusing how smug he still acted, especially while strapped down in an unknown facility, having been held prisoner and experimented on for years.

It made Lucy happy to see him bound and helpless like the people he’d terrorized with their father. But she wasn’t here to rehash that, she was here for something else.

“After all this time, you still don’t get that you’re not in charge anymore, Michael.”

Lucy replies dryly as she takes a seat across from him, crossing her legs with a smirk on her lips. Michael let out a humorless chuckle as their eyes met for the first time.

“You can keep thinking that, dear sister but we both know that it’s only a matter of time before I–”

Lucy interrupted him with a laugh of her own.

“Oh, trust me, there’s not a point where you’d have an iota of an opportunity to do anything here, so you can stop trying to scare me.”

Michael simply stared at her. She could see the hatred in his eyes. She could see that nothing had changed, that he still believed that Lucy was beneath him and every time she opened her mouth, it only served to insult him further.

“I’m not here to catch up.”

“Then please, enlighten me. Why are you here?”

Lucy crossed her arms over her chest, taking her good old time before she continued. She wasn’t on his clock, after all and every move she made was calculated to make sure he remembered that – even if he didn’t want to admit it.

“Are you familiar with the McNamera family?”

A thoughtful expression came over Michael’s face as he examined Lucy’s blank expression. After an extended silence, Lucy finally spoke up.

“I know you heard the question.”

Michael smiled.

“And what do I get for answering you?”

Tilting her head to the side, Lucy let out a sigh. She should have known he wasn’t going to make it easy for her.

“You aren’t exactly in the position to be making demands, Michael.”

“Aren’t I though? You are the one coming in here, asking questions. Why should I provide you with an answer if there isn’t anything in it for me?”

Lucy could feel her entire body vibrating as she stood up and walked around the table, now standing above her brother. She knew she shouldn’t, but everything inside her wanted to ball up her fist and beat the answer out of him. Especially when he looked up at her with that smug, self-assured expression on his face.

“So I thought. There’s no reason for me to help you, Lucille.”

Lucy leaned against the table in front of Michael, her eyes never leaving his. He wasn’t going to intimidate her, especially from where he was currently sitting.

“Just face it, Lucille. You came here looking for answers but you don’t have what it takes to get the job done. You never did. That’s why our father and I were going to put you where you–”

The moment he mentioned where he wanted to keep her, she lost it. She rushed forward and drove her fist directly into the center of his face. He let out a small groan, but she didn’t stop. She didn’t stop until she had blood on her knuckles and even then, she wanted to keep going, but she stopped herself.

“Answer me, Bitch.”

She growled as she held tight to the collar of his shirt, his blood dripping down her hand and into the white fabric. After a few seconds, he didn’t say anything and Lucy hit him again, splattering blood all over the both of them.

“ANSWER ME!”

“FUCK YOU, you worthless bitch!”

Michael spat back at her, shaking his head. Lucy held tight to his collar and pushed the chair backward until she felt it was at its tipping point, and then she let go – watching as he fell backward, unable to brace himself until she heard the crack of his head against the concrete floor.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head and Lucy dropped down beside him and slapped him a few times.

“Oh, no you don’t. Wake up.”

A few more, harder slaps and Michaels’s eyes rolled forward and he glared up at her.

“Where were we, Michael? The McNamera’s?”

Michael still looked a bit out of it, so Lucy smacked him a few more times.

“Stop it, STOP IT!”

Michael bellowed, trying to get out of her grip – Momentarily forgetting that he was still strapped down to the chair, a fact that Lucy didn’t forget as she continued.

“Of course, we know the McNameras.”

Lucy sat back on her knees and motioned to Michael that he should continue. After a few seconds, Michael sighed.

“They’re a big name in the south, the Krauss’ are a big name in the East. I’m sure they rejoiced when they thought the Krauss’ were finished, our families have never liked each other.”

“…and?”

“And what?”

Lucy shook her head.

“How would they feel about a Krauss threatening their territory?”

“The McNamera’s put on a tough act, but our father had to put them in their places once and they cowered like the bitches that–”

“That’s enough.”

Lucy brought herself back up to her feet and brushed herself off, preparing to turn and leave. But as she rounded the table, Michael decided to open his mouth again.

“Is little Lucille trying to follow in her Daddy’s footsteps?”

She stopped in her tracks, briefly contemplating his question before she turned around and looked down at him, disgust in her eyes.

“Why would I follow in the footsteps of a failure? Nah, Michael, I’m just going to use our name to bully another bully and then I’m gonna bury it where it belongs. But you don’t have to worry about it because you’re going to die here. Alone. Powerless. Just like our Daddy did.”

She could tell those words struck a nerve and all she could do was smile at him before she wiped his blood off on her person and turned to leave the room. She hoped she knew what she needed to know because she was never coming back here.

 

Chaos in Chelsea
Backstage

“I don’t know, Seb. I feel like there’s so much to say, yet there’s nothing I can say that’s going to change what’s about to happen out there tonight. We’re both competitors. We’re both passionate about this. And for a long while now, we’ve had the privilege of getting to work with one another against everyone else. Now it’s… It’s me versus you. We both wanna win, we both wanna be able to celebrate one of the biggest victories of our careers tonight.”

Lucy pauses and shakes her head.

“We’ve done this once before. I know you remember. Wrestlestock, 2021. Me versus you for the Chaos title. I was the champion coming into it, but you were the better wrestler at the end of that crazy match. God damn was I disappointed. But I know you understand that feeling, Seb.. Even if you’ve rarely felt it.”

Lucy smirks.

“I’m kidding. We’ve all dealt with the agony of defeat. And we’re also not the same people we were two years ago, are we? Two years ago, I didn’t know you as well as I know you now, and even then I gave you the perfect way to beat me…”

She pointed to the scar on her neck.

“I gave you a bullseye and told you that what you did with that knowledge would tell me everything I needed to know about what kind of person you were. And sitting here, two years later… Well, I don’t really need to say it, do I? You’ve continued to prove to me what kind of person you are, and I don’t feel any differently heading into this two out of three falls. Even knowing that there’s every possibility that we’re going to push it to that last-man-standing match.. Even knowing that when that happens, we’re going to have to push ourselves past what we ever thought we’d have to do to one another in order to win…”

Lucy shrugs her shoulders.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is I won’t hold it against you if you feel like you’ve gotta use that little nugget of knowledge I gave you two years ago in order to defeat me. Two years ago it would have changed my opinion of you, but now… I think we’re past that. You’re my best friend, Seb. But this isn’t a playdate. This is serious and I know how much it means to you to be the best.”

She sighs again and leans forward, elbows on her knees.

“Just know, it means just as much to me to cement my place in history as one of the best to ever step foot in the ring.”

 

Pink Pony Pub
Gulf Shores, Alabama

Lucy didn’t waste any time after her meeting with Michael, opting to head straight to Alabama via a short trip in the Buick. She was ready for McNamera. Lucy didn’t know what she was going to do, but she was tired of sneaking around in the darkness.

It was now or never.

Either she’d make herself known, or she’d never do it.

“Lucy, is everything okay?”

Rogan asked from the other end of the phone. Lucy climbed quietly out of the Buick and nodded to Jack before stepping away from the vehicle and making her way towards the Pink Pony Pub, nodding her head as if Rogan could see her.

“Rogan, I’m fine. Things are just taking a bit longer than I’d expected.”

“You didn’t even tell me what you were doing.”

Lucy sighed.

“I know, I’m sorry. I’m just trying to get things in motion before we leave for London. But I’m fine. I promise you. I miss you.”

Rogan let out a sigh of his own.

“I miss you too. Something doesn’t feel right, I don’t know what it is but just take care of yourself, okay?”

Lucy smiled, but when she looked down at herself and realized she was covered in blood, the smile grew. She wasn’t sure Rogan would approve but then again… Maybe he would.

“Of course. I love you. See you soon.”

They said their goodbyes just as Lucy got to the entrance to the pub. She heard a few gasps as she stepped inside, no doubt a reaction to the way she looked – but she didn’t care. She made her way to the bar where Trayvon stood, pouring a drink. When he looked up and saw her, his eyes widened, and the drink he’d been working on spilled all over the bar.

“Miss Lucy… I-I didn’t expect to be seein’ you here.”

Lucy wasn’t playing as she approached the bar and leaned over it, getting right into his face.

“You know why I’m here. I want to meet him.”

Trayvon shook his head and backed away from Lucy, looking around him at the other patrons of the pub, before glancing back into Lucy’s eyes.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“I wasn’t fucking asking, Trayvon.”

Trayvon didn’t look thrilled with that response. Lucy didn’t care.

“Where is he? I’m not leaving until I get that cowardly motherfucker face to face.”

Trayvon leaned forward, lowering his voice as he continued looking around him.

“Please don’t do this right now, I mean look at ya. What the hell is this?”

Lucy leaned forward as well, a dark smirk on her lips.

“I think you know what it is, Tray. I’m not fucking playing anymore. That motherfucker is going to pay for what he did to my place. So why don’t you just tell me where he is so I can–”

“What the hell is going on over here?”

A loud, booming voice startled the both of them as they both turned their attention behind Lucy to where a large man stood, his arms crossed over his chest.

“I take it you’re Lucy Wylde… the Bitch that’s been treading where she doesn’t belong…”

At that moment, Lucy knew exactly who she was looking at. And while her heart started beating harder in her chest, instead of being scared, a rush of adrenaline coursed through her veins as she took a step away from the bar, and towards the gray-haired man that towered over her.

“You must be Mr. McNamera. The name is Lucille… Lucille Krauss…”

Though he tried not to show it, Lucy could see his eyes widen at the mention of her real last name. Lucy extended her hand, and he reached out after a moment’s hesitation. Lucy smiled.

“I’m here to let you know just how badly you’ve fucked up, Mr. McNamera.”

 

Chaos in Chelsea
Backstage

Lucy nodded her head.

“You might already believe that I’ve already done that. Hell, maybe I have. But I’ve never been one to settle. Since the moment I found my calling, I’ve wanted to be one of the greatest to have ever done this. I’m proud of what I’ve done in my career, Seb. But there’s always more to be done. There’s always a new mountain to climb. It just so happens that you’re the next obstacle in my way.”

That statement doesn’t sit well, but Lucy shakes it off.

“But you’re also so God damned much more than that, Seb. I meant it when I told you that you’re the future. You’re everything I wished I could have been at your age. You’re everything I hope to be when it’s time for me to hang up the boots for the final time. But we both know, I’ve yet to beat you when the big prize is on the line.”

While that bothers her, she smiles anyway.

“And I feel like if I’m going to be able to look back on my career, years in the future, I need to look back and see that I could beat you. The man who’s held the Chaos championship for longer than any champion has held any of the belts here in UGWC… ever. I want to be the one to end it. I want to be the one to end it by beating you because that’s what I need, Seb. You’ve got a whole career ahead of you, and there ain’t a doubt in my mind that you’re going to do things just as and even more impressive than the Chaos title run you’ve had.”

She shrugs her shoulders again.

“So if I have to take this moment as mine, so be it. It doesn’t take a damn thing away from what you are, Seb. You might feel like it after I beat you.. But trust me, there are bigger and better things on the horizon for you, my friend. You’ll win this title and you’ll be one of the most dominant world champions in the history of the UGWC. But I can’t let you do that now. I can’t.”

 

Gulf Shores, Alabama
The Beach

After Lucy’s showing in the Pink Pony Pub, Mr. McNamera agreed it was best if the two of them took a bit of a walk to discuss a few things. So there they were, walking down the beach towards the site where Lucy was building ‘The Waystation’. She moved that direction intentionally and while he didn’t acknowledge it outright, McNamera knew it too.

“I don’t know what you’re expecting here.”

McNamera began, trying to downplay his misdeeds as they got closer to ‘The Waystation’. Lucy shook her head.

“You know what I’m expecting. You overstepped and I expect you to make it right.”

“There’s no way I’m going to help you.”

Lucy chuckled as she stopped and turned towards the much larger man. He stopped as well and looked her over in her unkempt state, covered in dried blood. He shook his head.

“You are the one who overstepped, little girl and if I were you, I’d take your business back to–”

Lucy stepped forward and thrust her knee upwards into McNamera’s groin. He exhaled sharply and fell to his knees in front of her. Lucy grabbed his long, gray hair and pulled his face up so that he was looking into her eyes.

“Listen, you son of a bitch. You know that Garrison is dead, don’t you?”

“…I’d heard that, yes.”

She pulled his hair harder.

“He’s dead because of me. I watched him bleed out on the floor of a warehouse, and I enjoyed it. You wanna know what happened to his heir?”

McNamera snarled and smacked Lucy’s hand away from him.

“Oh, you want me to believe that you killed both of them?”

“No, not at all… Michael isn’t dead. Even if this is his blood all over me. He’s in a much, much worse place. Would you like to visit him? I could arrange that with a friend of mine.”

He opened his mouth to speak again, but Lucy really didn’t want to hear whatever it was that he had to say. She grabbed the back of his head and drove her knee into his face, hearing the crack of his nose breaking before she let him go, sending him backwards onto the sand.

He clutched at his nose as Lucy stood over him.

“I’m not fucking around, you thought you and your family were scared of what Garrison and Michael could do… You have no idea what I’m capable of. My family wanted me to sit in a cell as their prisoner, and birth the next generation of merchandise for them to traffic. Yet here the fuck I am. Do you think you have anything you can threaten me with that I haven’t already fucking beaten?”

Lucy lowered herself down onto the sand beside McNamera and leaned back as if she were sunning herself, even though the sun had long since set.

“What you’re going to do, is you’re going to pay to finish my bar. You’re going to fix what you did and then you’re going to stay the fuck out of my way. And what if you don’t?”

Lucy chuckled.

“It’s like I said, I have friends who don’t like motherfuckers like you very much, and I’m sure there’ll be a spot for you in his facility. And you’ll perish there, just like my dear brother will. So what do you say?”

He tried to sit up, coughing and spitting up blood. Lucy turned to look at him, watching him with crazy eyes until she saw him nod his head in agreement. Lucy smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

“Good. Glad we could come to an understanding.”

 

Chaos in Chelsea
Backstage

“I want you to succeed, Seb. I’ll always want you to succeed in everything you do. But tonight is different. I want you to succeed as much as I want to succeed myself. But if I have to, and if the opportunity presents itself… I will put you down, Seb. No hard feelings, no malice, no nothing. It’s not personal between us.”

Lucy looks down at her boots and lays her hand on the UGWC world title on the bench next to her.

“But I’ve won and lost the world title too many times within the last year. I said it when I won it the first time, the damn things become a hot potato and that shit’s going to stop with me. But it didn’t, did it? It became more of one because I couldn’t keep it. I can’t keep doing this to myself. I gotta know that I’m worthy of holding this belt. You’d think as many times as I’ve defended it, I’d already know the answer to that question.. But tell me this, Seb…”

She looks back up into the eyes of her one-person audience.

“Even though you’ve held that Chaos title as long as you have, don’t you still look at each defense as a test of your worthiness? I think that’s the problem with us wrestlers, it’s never enough to succeed once. It’s never enough to prove yourself once. You’ve gotta keep going, keep winning, keep succeeding. And when you don’t? When there’s a hiccup in your grand plan? You question everything. You question yourself and how good you really are.”

“At least that’s how I am. That’s how I’ve always been. And even now, sitting here waiting for the moment I step out there in front of the crowd… I’m questioning it. It’s not a shocker that everywhere I look I see people wishing you luck, saying they hope you win, wanting you to achieve one of the biggest wins of your career. I don’t blame them. If I weren’t standing across from you, I’d be cheering you on too.”

She shakes her head.

“But I’m not. And I can’t. It’s my job to stop you. It’s my job to try and show all of those people, you and myself.. That I’m on the same level. That I’m better. So that’s what it is. I love you, Seb. I love you dearly but that love has to be put on hold for the next few hours because I know you’re not going to hold back. You can’t. As much as your ego couldn’t handle losing… I think it would handle it even worse if you held back simply because I am who I am.”

 

London
Customs

Lucy made it back to New York just in time to grab a few things before she and Rogan had to rush to the airport. She had cleaned the dried blood off of her skin as Jack brought her back home, but she hadn’t time to change clothes before they had to board the plane for London.

She was happier on the flight.

Happier than she’d been in the last few weeks, even though her match with Seb loomed on the horizon. Rogan noticed the change in her demeanor and Lucy could feel his relief when Lucy was able to tell him that everything was so much better now.

Lucy was relieved too.

But she also got a rush out of the events of the last few days and was able to do to Michael and McNamera what they’d done to so many others for years and years. She actually enjoyed it.

But here they were in London, and Lucy was watching Rogan get through customs before she herself stepped forward. But in a most unexpected move, the guard asked her to remove her jacket.

“Did you hear me? We need you to remove your jacket.”

Rogan watched her curiously as she looked back and forth between the two guards and didn’t immediately remove her jacket.

“Lass?”

Rogan asked, taking a step back towards Lucy before one of the guards cut him off. Lucy put her hand up and shook her head before she reached up and undid the zipper of her jacket – pulling it off and revealing the blood-soaked shirt underneath.

“We’re going to have to ask you to place your hands behind your back..”

“Yeah, yeah… I kinda figured.”

Lucy said quietly as she watched Rogan’s face turn from concerned to shocked while the security guards handcuffed Lucy and escorted her to the back of the customs office.

“I’m sorry Rogan, I’ll explain soon, okay?”

 

Chaos in Chelsea
Backstage

“I know I’ve not spent a single second of this telling you anything that you don’t already know. The truth is, you’re not Zane, you’re not Monty, you’re not any of the other assholes around here that I have no issue telling what shit I think they are. You’re different. Besides, anything negative I could tell you about yourself, I’m sure you’ve already heard from someone on Twitter… or ‘X’. Whatever. You know you’ve got an ego. You know you’re a bit selfish at times. You know your faults, Seb. You’re an annoying smartass sometimes, but maybe that’s why we get along so well. You’re bitchy and you’re petty – so am I. Our significant others have reminded us of that quite a few times, huh?”

Lucy chuckles.

“The point is, I can’t really tell you anything here that you don’t already know. I just wanted to use this time to… I guess reassure both of us that regardless of what we have to do out there tonight, we’re going to be okay. I mean we made it here, and I wasn’t even sure that was going to happen.”

She smirked and tilted her head.

“I’ll tell you later.”

Winking at the camera, she continued.

“But yeah. You’re gonna try to win and I’m gonna try to win. One of us won’t succeed. I wish you the best of luck, Seb. You’re going to need it just as much as I will. See you soon, BFF.”