Disclaimer: Buffy and Company are property of Warner Brothers and Joss Whedon. I'm just borrowing them.
Author's Notes: This story takes place at the end of season 3.
Teaser: As Buffy and her friends prepare for a play, Willow's cousin Rob is hunted by demons.
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Part One
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A cloud of noise could be heard as the bell rung for the last class of the day at Sunnydale High School. “Students, that’s all for today. Mr. Harris, can I see you for a moment?” asked Ms. Finley as a stampede ran from the room.
“Uh...sure,” replied Xander. He turned his head towards his friends. “Guys, I’ll catch you in the library.” They nodded and left the room. “So, what’s up?”
“Your time, Xander. You realize that your high school career ends in a month, right?”
“You mean the realization that seems to frighten my very being more and more with each passing day. Yeah, I’m vaguely aware of it.”
“Well, all your worries might be for nothing. You’re failing my class and you know it’s a requirement to graduate.”
“Woh, I knew I wasn’t doing phenomenal work, but failing?”
“Yes, failing, but not by much. Now listen, I don’t usually give people an easy way out of these things, but I have a proposition for you. Since this course was on various works from the stage, I think it would be beneficial for you to have an experience in the world of theatre first hand. The drama club is having a play in a month. Tryouts for it are this week. If you tryout and do a report on the process involved, then I’ll put your grade back up to a D. If you get into the play and perform, then I’ll omit the report and I’ll still give you a D.”
“I don’t know what to say. Thank you.”
“Break a leg, Xander,” replied Ms. Finley with a smirk.
* * *
“I changed my mind,” proclaimed Willow as she attempted to walk out of the backstage to the auditorium of Sunnydale High School.
“Oh no you don’t,” replied Buffy as she and Xander each took one of Willow’s shoulders and lifted her off the ground.
“You both promised to do this with me,” added Xander as he and Buffy set their captive friend down in the waiting line.
“I know, but I forgot to take something into account,” said Willow as Xander went to register their names for auditions at a table where a young woman sat.
“Such as?” asked Buffy.
“The fact that I tend to get nauseous whenever I’m on stage.”
“C’mon, Will, it’s not going to be that bad,” assured Buffy. “You just go into the audition and they make you do a read through of the script. Usually only one or two people actually watch.”
“That’s one or two people too many,” replied Willow.
“Especially when one of them is Snyder,” replied Xander as he returned with a handful of pamphlets for the trio to browse through.
“Snyder?” questioned Buffy.
“Yep. I heard someone coming out of their audition complaining about it,” said Xander. Willow suddenly made an odd gurgle noise as she put her hand up to her mouth. “Oh no,” muttered Xander. The gurgle noise continued to increase in intensity.
“Will, stay calm,” insisted Buffy. “Think of nature.” Willow seemed to calm down slightly. “The sea, the mountains, the trees...um, the uh...” Buffy snapped her fingers desperately as she tried to come up with another image.
“The volcano,” offered Xander.
“Yeah, the volcano...no! Wait,” began Buffy as Willow suddenly jumped up from her seat and fled towards the bathroom. Buffy turned to Xander. “The volcano?”
“It’s probably a Freudian thing,” replied Xander.
“Willow Rosenberg!” called the woman at the registration table.
Buffy walked over to the woman. “Willow’s nature got the best of her. She won’t be able to audition today.”
The coordinator crossed something off her list and then called out, “Alexander Harris!”
“Uh, yeah. That’s me.”
“You’re next. Just go in and stand on the stage.” Xander nodded and walked past the curtains onto the stage. A sea of chairs stretched out before him with only two people caught in the surf. One was a woman in the back row that Xander had never seen and the other was a short bald man in the front row that was only too familiar.
“Well, well, well,” chided Snyder as Xander approached. “Look at the riff raff. I hate to break it to you, but we don’t need anyone to fill the parts of delinquents in this production.”
“Really? Darn, must have read the sign wrong,” replied Xander. “Well, since I’m here anyway, why don’t I audition for something else? I’d hate to waste your time by not doing at least that.”
“I find that hard to believe since you’ve been wasting my time since I met you. At any rate, the script you’ll be reading from is on the stage.” Xander picked up a booklet of paper from the stage and flipped through it quickly. “Action, Harris.”
* * *
“Think we should bother checking today?” asked Buffy as she walked with Willow and Xander down the halls of Sunnydale High. “With Snyder in charge of picking the cast, we can pretty much kiss our chances goodbye.”
“It’s too bad,” said Xander.
“Why?” asked Willow.
“Cause I would have made an excellent bystander number 3,” lamented Xander as Willow walked up to the clipboard that held the names of the people who were picked to act in the play.
“Plays are stupid anyway,” added Buffy. “Just a bunch of people who need a personality so badly that they’re willing to let the director give them one, like Cordy or Harmony or...”
“You,” finished Willow.
“Yeah Will, I’m clever that way. I always include myself in my own insults,” chided Buffy.
“No, look.” Willow handed the clipboard to Buffy.
She glanced over it. “Oh my God.”
Xander looked over her shoulder. “Oh my God! This is so much better than I expected!” said Xander.
“I know!” replied Buffy.
“Bystander number 2!” exclaimed Xander.
“Xander, under your name,” directed Willow.
Xander paused for a moment as he read. “Buffy, you got the lead! Looks like we’ve both got a little bragging to do,” said Xander with a smile.
“Yeah, but...”
“But what?” asked Willow.
“Destiny, training, vampires...”
“And Wesley. All bumps on the road to stardom,” observed Xander.
“But the rehearsals are only for an hour or two after classes,” chimed in Willow. “There’s still plenty of time for all your other activities. If it was a huge time commitment than Oz and I wouldn’t be helping out with it either.”
“Wait Will, as I recall you ran out of the audition,” said Xander. “Needless to say, I don’t see your name on this list.”
“And you won’t either. Oz and I are techies.”
“Techies?” repeated Xander. “For those of us who are laypeople of the stage that means...”
“People who do the technical stuff in the play like the lights, sound effects and props,” explained Buffy.
“You know, for someone who thinks plays are stupid you certainly seem to know a lot about them,” said Xander.
“Well, I was in a few back in LA.”
“Really? Any we would know?” inquired Willow.
“Yeah, probably. Our theatre director was a Shakespeare buff. We did A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Othello, King Lear and stuff like that.”
“Buffy! Those plays take real talent,” said Willow.
“I’m not sure how to take that, Will.”
“It’s just in the talent show you didn’t, I mean...it didn’t to come across that you were into plays.”
“Will, we put that together in what, 15 minutes?”
“Yeah…yeah, we did, didn’t we?”
“I promise you you’ll see a whole new side of me this time,” vowed Buffy.
* * *
“You didn’t follow any of my advice, Ms. Smythe,” exclaimed an enraged Snyder as he walked into the auditorium.
“Whatever do you mean?” replied the woman with brown hair and blue glasses who was resting in a nearby seat.
“Hardly anybody I recommended to you is on this cast list,” explained Snyder as he waved a copy of the list in the air.
“Yes, that’s right.”
“But, I thought that you wanted me to conduct the rehearsals so you could have my opinion in making your casting decisions.”
She giggled. “Of course not! I wanted you to conduct the rehearsals so I could watch from the back row and see how the students responded to a threatening situation.”
“Isn’t that a tad unethical?”
“Perhaps, but these kids are going to be performing for people who may dislike them even more than you do. I don’t need them to crack on me the day of the show. They need to be fearless. I figure if they can make it through an audition with you than they’ll make it through any other crowd.”
“Alright, I agree that there is a certain logic to your thinking. But really, to cast Buffy Summers as...”
* * *
“The lead in the play! Buffy that’s wonderful!” exclaimed Joyce Summers as she sat down on the couch with her daughter.
“Ah Praise, how I love to bask in your light. Makes me wish I had been acting all these years instead of slaying.”
“So what’s the play about? I want to know everything.”
“Well, it was written by one of the kids in theatre class. It’s called Things Unspoken. It’s about the life of these teenagers who have to deal with a bunch of problems like sex and drugs and stuff like that.”
“I see. And what’s your character like?”
“Mine is this 14 year old girl who has sex with this guy she likes and then she gets pregnant afterwards. The guy is just in town for the weekend and he’s long gone before she realizes what happened.”
“That’s so sad.”
“Yeah. I bet I get some waterworks during the performance.”
“I’m so happy to see you do something sane for once.”
“Sane? Scrounging the bottom of the compliment barrel on that one, Mom.”
“Slip of the tongue. I’m sorry, honey. It’s just, I’m glad to see you do something that used to bring so much joy to your life back in LA.”
“Joy. Something we get a lot less of around here, huh?” Buffy turned her attention to a nearby window as she looked into the sky. “You deserve to have more joy in your life.”
“I get joy seeing you happy, honey. It’s one of those funny mother things.”
“But you miss the Buffy you had back then, don’t you? She was always happy.”
“Honey...”
“I mean, why should I force you to be a part of my constant misery? That’s probably why watcher’s usually separate baby slayers from their mothers.”
“Now hold it right there young lady. You have brought absolutely no misery to my life, except for when you decided to try and not be a part of it anymore. Sure, everyday that I know you’re out there fighting vampires and monsters and whatever, it does scare me. But it also makes me very proud that my daughter is making such a difference in the world, and that’s a kind of joy too, Buffy. How many other mothers get to say their daughter has saved the world, literally?”
“Wow. Have I mentioned lately that I love you?”
Joyce smiled as she gave her daughter a hug. “You’ll knock ‘em dead at that play.”
“Assuming they aren’t already.”
“What?”
“Dead.”
* * *
“Do you realize what you’ve done! You’ve ruined your whole life!” shouted a woman at the top of her lungs.
“You think I don’t know that?” replied her daughter as tears streamed down her face.
“How could you be so stupid!” continued the mother.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know. We never talked about it,” wept the girl as she fell to her knees. “I tried, but...”
“Cut!” yelled the woman with long brown hair from the side of the stage. She removed her blue-rimmed glasses and gently rubbed the temples of her eyes. “Cordelia, take five will ya? Buffy, can I see you for a moment please.”
“Uh, sure,” replied Buffy as she stood up and wiped the tears from her eyes.
“Notice how she needs to talk to you,” chided Cordelia. “I’ve got my part nailed.”
“You nailed insulting me way before today,” muttered Buffy as she walked towards the director. “Look Ms. Smythe, I know I probably could have mustered a little more emotion that time, but...” explained Buffy as she sat down next to her director.
“No, no, your emotional level was fine. It’s the emotion you’re using that I’m not really happy with.”
“The emotion?”
“Buffy, how do you see your character feeling at this point?”
“Well,” said Buffy as she paused for a moment. “I guess I just figured she’d be sad. Her mother is making her face the reality that she has to deal with the consequences of a bad decision.”
“So you think that she’s feeling guilty for what she did?”
“Isn’t she?”
“Of course.”
“Okay, your just playing with me now, aren’t you?”
“Buffy, of course she’s feeling guilty. Her parents are obviously upset with her for doing this. But think about what your character is saying--we never talked about it.”
“It being sex.”
“Exactly. How many times does your character try to bridge that conversation with her parents? And how many times do they push it aside?”
“Every time.”
“Every time. They think that not talking about it will make it go away, but she still has all the right parts. She’s becoming a sexual being and nobody wants to talk about it.”
“So in a way, it’s her parents who push her into the arms of that loser.”
“Yes! Now use that line of thinking to find some rage for me, okay? Quit with the distressed damsel stuff.”
“It’s a part I’m not that used to playing anyway,” smiled Buffy as she got back on the stage.
* * *
“They’re on the stage again,” noticed Oz from backstage as he peeked behind the curtain. He walked over to Willow who was using a screwdriver to fix a broken stage light.
“I wonder what they were talking about?” pondered Willow.
“Something about acting I suspect.”
“Good call. But actually, I just meant that I hope it’s nothing that will get Buffy upset.”
“On the bright side, there’s already tears in her eyes either way.”
“There’s going to be tears in my eyes if we don’t find some help for finishing this stuff soon.”
“So they haven’t found anyone else then?”
“They’re looking, but most of the devoted stage hands graduated last year. That’s why our crew is so small this year.”
“Wouldn’t there have to be more than just you and me to be a crew.”
“Semantics. Besides, you’re forgetting Rob.”
“That’s right. It was nice of your cousin to help us out.”
“Well, he was here as fast as he could when he found out I was working on a theatre project. It’s not a long drive anyway since he lives just on the outskirts of the Sunnydale.”
At that moment Xander walked backstage and joined the couple repairing the light. “Hi guys.”
“Hi,” replied Oz.
“Have you gotten to rehearse your part in the play yet?” asked Willow.
“Not yet. We’re in the party scene.”
“We?” echoed Oz.
“Me and bystander number 4. We’re supposed to be making out on the couch in that scene.”
“And who’s bystander number 4?” asked Willow.
“Anya.”
“Anya?”
“Yes, Anya,” echoed the woman in question as she approached the trio. “And I practically had to kill someone to get that part.” They all looked at her for a minute. She sighed and said, “But I didn’t. I’m not spending this short mortal life in jail.”
“You made sure you got a part where you’d be kissing me?” asked Xander.
“Since my words haven’t seemed to have much effect on you, I thought I’d let my lips do the talking this time.”
“Do they, uh, ‘talk’ well?” inquired Xander.
“You’ll have to tell me,” replied Anya. “Look, I have to go change for the rehearsal now...” She walked by Xander, but paused for a moment to whisper into his ear, “into something with a lot less fabric.”
Xander swallowed hard as she left for the dressing room. “What did she say to you, Xander?” asked Willow
“Um, something about the fabric of her next costume,” replied Xander as he wiped his brow.
“Hmm...” muttered Oz.
“So Willow,” said Xander, now anxious to change topics, “how is Rob these days? I haven’t seen him since...you know.”
“Yeah, I know,” replied Willow.
“I don’t,” said Oz.
“It’s just last time I saw him he was in the hospital,” explained Xander.
“So he was getting his appendix out or something?” asked Oz.
“Or something,” confirmed Willow.
“Suicide attempt,” said Rob as he walked backstage and joined the small group. “Slit my wrist and nearly bled to death. I had to have a transfusion and Xander and Will came by to visit me in recovery.”
“Visitors are important in the recovery process,” noted Oz calmly.
“I thought it was decent of them,” replied Rob. “You two done with that light yet? Ms. Smythe is having the cast move to stage left so I can finish putting up the lights over stage right. She’d like to do a full rehearsal of the first two scenes before we leave today.”
“Sure, sure,” said Willow as she tightened on the last screw and handed the light to Rob.
“Thanks, cuz,” said Rob as he went back on the stage and disappeared behind the curtain.
“I guess I wasn’t suppose to know that, right?” asked Oz.
“I wanted to tell you, really,” replied Willow. “I just didn’t want you to form opinions about Rob before you met him. He’s really a sweet guy.”
“I believe it,” said Oz.
“So this isn’t wigging you out?” asked Willow.
“Nah. It’s sad, but lots of teenagers think about killing themselves at some point in their lives. You always have a few that try it once.”
“Or...five times,” muttered Xander.
“Five?” repeated Oz.
“Six,” corrected Rob as he came backstage again. He went to the toolbox and pulled out a wrench.
“Really?” questioned Willow.
“The Liquid Drano incident,” hinted Rob as he disappeared behind the curtain again.
“He’s right. I’d forgotten that one,” confessed Xander.
“Wow,” uttered Oz.
“I knew this would get weird,” said Willow. “But he’s getting help. It’s just, they don’t know what’s wrong with him. For the last few years he’s just felt really alone,” explained Willow.
At that moment shrieks came from the stage. Xander, Willow and Oz flung the curtain aside and ran towards the screams. A large creature stood in the middle of the stage. It was human shaped, but scales covered it from head to toe and its face was like a snake. It looked at the screaming teens on stage right and gently licked its lips. Buffy stood in the front of the pack, ready to pounce when the monster made its move. It was then that the beast suddenly turned its attention to stage left where Rob stood at the top of a ladder. A moment later it began to climb it. Buffy ran after it, but the creature was already halfway up the ladder by then.
“Shit!” exclaimed Rob as the creature bit his leg. He yelped and tried to shake the monster off, but its grip was tight and the ladder started to fall due to the struggle. With a heavy crash, they both fell to the ground. The monster stood up quickly after the fall, but Rob was still as blood trickled from a gash in his head.
“Rob!” exclaimed Willow as she raced to her cousin’s side with Oz close behind.
“Xander, call 911!” directed Oz as he tore the sleeve of his shirt and used it to put pressure on Rob’s wound.
The monster started to walk towards Rob again, but Buffy blocked its way. It swiped at Buffy’s head with its fist, but she dodged the blow and kicked it in the head. It shook its head quickly and tossed a kick at her stomach. Again, she dodged the strike and returned with two jabs to its midsection. “Your different,” noticed the monster in a high-pitched hiss.
“Well, your not exactly your everyday vamp either,” replied the slayer.
“I should hope not. Disgusting creatures, vampires.”
“I don’t know. Your dining edict isn’t all that different.”
“So that’s what you think. Typical.”
“What do you mean?”
The creature suddenly opened its mouth and spewed black flames between itself and the slayer. Buffy jumped back to avoid being singed as the monster smashed through a nearby window. A moment latter the flames subsided.
Xander ran back onto the stage and said, “The ambulance is on the way.”
“Just hold on,” pleaded Willow to the motionless form of her cousin. “Just hold on.”
* * *
Giles was checking the overdue list at the computer terminal in the library as Buffy and Cordelia raced through the doors. “Buffy,” greeted Giles. “What are you doing here? I was under the impression you had a rehearsal tonight.”
“Yeah, well it was cut short due to a fire breathing snake,” explained Buffy.
“Fire breathing snake?” echoed Wesley as he joined the little party.
“Right here in the middle of the day? That just disgusts me,” lamented Giles. “Evil is suppose to lurk during the night and humans are suppose to be free to roam during the day.”
“But doesn’t that mean we’re cheating then?” said Cordelia. “I mean, Buffy does fight them at night all the time.”
“But that’s different,” protested Giles.
“Is not,” replied Cordelia.
“Is too,” insisted Giles.
“Nope”
“Yes it is!”
“Alright kids, break it up before I have to send you to your rooms!” exclaimed Buffy.
“Sorry,” apologized Giles. “Was anyone harmed?”
“Only that really hot guy fixing the lights,” said Cordelia.
“Really hot guy?” muttered Wesley.
“He’s Willow’s cousin,” explained Buffy. “His name is Rob and the snake tried to take a bite out of him.”
“Willow’s cousin?” said Cordelia. “Wonder how he managed to miss all those lame Rosenberg chromosomes. At any rate, at least she can introduce me to him.”
“Cordelia!” exclaimed Wesley. “How can you even think such notions!”
“What do you mean?”
“What about...well...”
“You?”
“Well, yes.”
“Don’t flatter yourself Wesley. You’re way below the gift line for me to be considering us exclusive.”
“I just assumed...”
“You know what they say about assuming, Wes--it makes an ass out of you and me,” said Buffy. “Now getting back to the point--Rob was hurt during the fight and he got knocked out.”
“Oh God, how’s Willow taking it?” asked Giles.
“I don’t know. Xander and her went to the hospital to be with him when he wakes up.”
“So it appeared to be a snake-like creature that apparently had the ability to exhale fire?” pondered Wesley.
“Yep,” replied Buffy. “It was pretty freak-worthy. Any ideas on what it was?”
“It sounds vaguely familiar,” said Giles. “But, unsurprisingly, I’ll have to do some research to know for certain.”
“Good. Do research, because something big is going on,” explained Buffy. “That demon went right for Rob. He was on stage left and the rest of the cast was on stage right, but it still went after him.”
“I don’t quite see your point,” admitted Wesley.
“Think about it man, why take the cheeseburger when you can have the all you can eat buffet?” asked Giles.
“So this was a deliberate attack on Willow’s cousin, not just a feeding,” stated Wesley.
“The demon even heckled me for thinking it was a feeding,” said Buffy.
“If what you suspect is true, then we should talk with Rob. See what he knows,” explained Giles.
“Perhaps Willow and Xander could interrogate him for us,” suggested Wesley.
“Well, I did tell them to call me when they knew something, but I don’t really like the idea of doing 20 questions to a guy who was knocked out a few minutes ago,” confessed Buffy.
“You’re right, Buffy,” agreed Giles. “I don’t think it would be wise to trouble Willow with this just now considering the circumstances. Besides, I have a theory on what might have occurred that I’d need him physically present to verify. Just let Willow and Xander know that we’d like to see Rob after he’s fit to leave the hospital.”
* * *
Willow picked up the receiver to the pay phone in the lobby of the Sunnydale Hospital. She pinched it between her head and shoulder as she attempted to put the correct amount of change into the coin slot. She heard a dial tone and began to dial her number. The call rang twice when a familiar female voice greeted her. “Hi Buffy,” replied Willow.
“Well, how is he?” asked the slayer eagerly.
“He’s doing good. The wound looked real bad, but it’s just a deep cut. No complications. They want to keep him under observation for a few hours, but he should be able to leave tonight.”
“That’s great, Willow.”
“Look, I can’t talk long. I don’t have much money on me and I should go sit with him.”
“Are his parents there?”
“They were here earlier, but they had just got back from a business trip to New York. They started dozing and he told them to go home. They fought with him for a little bit, but once Rob had his mind made up they knew they wouldn’t be here long. Oz and Xander are still here though.”
“Listen, I know you’ve got to go, but I need you to make sure he comes back here tonight.”
“Why?”
“That demon had some unclear motives. We think Rob might be able to help us figure out what they were.”
“Okay, Buffy. We’ll get him there. I’ll see you then.”
“Take care, Will.” finished Buffy as the line clicked and resumed a dial tone.
Willow hung up the phone and walked back to the room. As she approached the voices of the two young men she had left there could be heard in a heated debate.
“That’s the last straw, you prick! Recovering or not, you’re asking for it!” yelled Xander.
“Bring it on you pansy-assed mama’s boy!” taunted Rob.
“Oh, now it’s on. I’m gonna mop your ass all over the floor,” exclaimed Xander.
“What the...?” muttered Willow as she raced for the door. “Guys stop!” she yelled as she ran into the room. Xander was sitting next to Rob’s bed over a tray that they were using as a table. On the tray were two stacks of cards. Rob pulled a card from one pile and Xander pulled one from the other.
“What’s wrong, Will? Don’t you like war?” asked Xander.
“Why do you two always do stuff like that to me?” asked Willow.
“Because we can,” replied Rob as he snatched up the cards that Xander had lost to him.
“And it’s fun,” added Xander with a mischievous grin.
“You guys will never grow up.”
“Uh oh, she knows our secret,” said Rob as he laid down another card.
“Hey, where’s Oz?” asked Willow as she realized the werewolf was absent.
“Getting some java for us,” explained Xander. “He’ll be right back.”
“I’ll see if he needs any help carrying anything,” said Willow as she left the room again. She turned around the corner and bumped right into Oz. Coffee slogged out of the edges of the cups and splashed on the floor. “Oh God, I’m sorry, Oz. Did I make you spill much?”
“Let’s just say I’m glad I asked for the large size now,” replied Oz.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t even see you there.”
“Yeah, you look a little preoccupied, Willow. You okay?”
“Yes, well, no. I mean, Buffy wants me to bring Rob to the library tonight when we’re done here.”
“Really, why?” asked Rob from behind her as he and Xander emerged from his room.
“Rob!” exclaimed Willow. “You’re suppose to be in bed! You...you should be resting.”
“I’d love to, but to do that I have to piss first. Xander volunteered to accompany me and make sure I don’t fall in.”
“That’s me, lifeguard patrol,” joked Xander.
“Glad you’ve got it all worked out guys,” said Willow. “You better get going. Holding it for a long time can hurt your urinary tract.” She started to walk into Rob’s room with Oz close behind.
“Wait a minute, Will,” halted Rob. “You never answered me.”
“About what?” asked Willow.
“Why does Buffy want to see me at the school?”
“Umm...uh...Xander, why don’t you tell him?” prodded Willow.
“She does?” asked Xander. Willow nodded her head as Xander said, “Of course...she does. Tell him...about why Buffy wants to see him,” babbled Xander. “It’s really a funny story...that Oz tells so much better than me.”
“She’s a demon hunter and she wants to talk about that big snake,” said Oz simply.
“Oz!” shouted Willow and Xander simultaneously.
Rob began to laugh loudly. “Oh, I needed that. Come on, Xander. Let’s go.” Together they walked down the hall.
“Considering his response, Xander was right,” said Willow.
“About what?” asked Oz.
“You do tell that story better than him.”
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