Yi stoops down not too far from the head of the covered body, gazing out over the surroundings. She glances back as Kaz in lupus (gasp) comes and immediately goes to speak with Elan. She doesn't mean to pry, but..well. Her ears are about as open as they can get.

Joey looks back as Kaz approaches. He doesn't seem fazed by her appearance.

Shadow Eyes grows very still. And you are very sure of this.

Kaz shrugs, once. "I don' have no fuckin' half moon gift, but it's what the rat tol' me."

Anneka turns to look towards Kaz and Shadow Eyes, her brow slowly furrowing.

Bernie wanders in, looking rather subdued, her backpack hanging heavily over her shoulder. She tilts her head a little, catching Kaz's comment, and heads toward her. "...that idea worked?" she asks, almost surprised.

Joey now fully turns around, hearing the last.

Yi reads more of Elan's body language than the actual conversation going on. Her gaze darkens visibly as she watches the tribe elder suddenly still himself.

Banecruncher's ears fold back as he watches the BigDog's body language. If there's gonna be a fight, he wants in.

Anneka crouches down near the stone, her eyes never drawing from Kaz, narrow shards of green. She tilts her head, slightly.

Ragabash body not quite symmetrical or straight in its forward motion, Bruises lopes into sight. She slows, her tail low, as she approaches those gathered, then circles around, gathering information in the form of scents and tones before she comes to a halt beside Anneka, her sharp gaze on Kaz and Shadow. Her coat shifts a little as if something were disturbing the skin beneath.

Shadow Eyes ponders for a few minutes. He looks back at Kaz. I..am not sure what this means. Sometimes our friends are not the best of observers.

A dark figure emerges from the trees, wearing a black cloak.

Kaz, still crouched, barely acknowledges Max's presence, though she does register it. "No. They ain't. It's true. And -- a lotta things coulda happened, between what the rat said and reality. But --" She stops. "Ah, hell. If you don' wanna go with it, I don' give a shit."

The Shadow Lord approaches the group, his expression somber. "I'm sorry. I came as soon as I could."

Shadow Eyes simply wants to know. Perhaps there is a more sure way of knowing. If such a thing has happened, we must know before we act. He glances to the others, then back to Kaz, still staying close to her.

Anneka draws her eyes over to Bruises, quick, then edges subtly closer to the wolf. She lowers her chin, watching.

Leonard just...appears, rather unnervingly, at the edge of the gathering. He stuffs his hands in his pockets, watching the assembled quietly.

Kaz shrugs at Elan, says something briefly to him, and then rises from her crouch. "Yo. Jarred. I'm sorry I din' get you earlier." She sounds fairly sincere.

Shadow Eyes turns and slowly /looks/ at Jarred.

Bruises doesn't move away from Anneka when the cub edges nearer. There is quiet snort of warm breath from her in acknowledgement of the younger teen, but her gaze is rivetted to the two Gnawer elders and the body.

Yi looks up when Leonard appears, standing up and moving towards him to help usher him in it seems. Her eyes when she looks to the Wendigo are cold, dull with some curtain masking anything behind them. "You came," she says quietly. Obviously.

Jarred looks down, darkly, his voice oddly hoarse. "I killed him, Kaz... I killed him... I didn't pull the trigger, but I killed him..."

Bruises's gaze flickers to Jarred now, a quiet sound rolling low in her throat, hardly audible.

Joey just gives Jarred a look. "Come again?"

Anneka's eyes narrow as she looks sharply to Jarred. A faint growl stirs in her throat as well.

Leonard glances at Yi and starts to respond, but stops when he sees her eyes, and instead gathers her into his arms and holds her.

Bernie slips her backpack off her shoulder, and lets it rest against a tree. In homid, she doesn't growl. She does keep her eyes on the Shadow Lord, though, and moves in closer to the others.

Shadow Eyes flicks his ears up.

Shadow Eyes moves to one side, padding there quietly. Maybe it's apparent he's flanking Jarred, maybe not.

Kaz blinks, twice, and then stares at Jarred. "Say hey?" She takes two steps toward him. "You wanna explain that, dude?"

Yi raises her arms slowly, holding back still as she returns the Wendigo's hug for a few moments before turning back to the rest of the Gathering. She moves over towards the group again, dull eyes flickering towards Jarred since everyone else seems to be looking at him.

Leonard follows her, glancing at Jarred as well.

Very carefully, very slowly, very much trying to keep in control of herself, Kaz says, "Because of you. Explain this. In words that I can understand, 'cause I'm kinda /dense/ right now."

Shadow Eyes does, indeed, demand an explanation.

Eyes dark, Bernie moves in a bit more, to a position where she can see this more closely, and perhaps not coincidentally, add to the impression of a gradual surrounding. At least, this is three sides closed off. She waits for this explanation as well.

Banecruncher yawns and stretches, shifting a little to add to the boxing in.

Yi waits just as patiently, or impatiently, as the others for the Shadow Lord's explanation. Her eyes watch him with a quietly unnerving calm. One of interrogation via reading body posture.

Jarred's eyes seem dull, tired. "I came to the church to tell Rotem that I could not accept him as a Shadow Lord cub and Rite him. I had promised him before that I would consider it, to save him from the claws of his elders, or a bane beneath the streets of the city. When I arrived, he had the gun out, loading it. He spoke to me in a cold, neutral voice.. as if he knew what my answer would be... I explained why I could not take him as one of my own. He just said something about looking out for number one, and that I had never really cared for him, or anyone else for that matter. I asked him what he planned to do with the gun, and he became enraged... initiated a staredown... that didn't last long, fortunately, and he submitted. I demanded that he give me the gun. He refused... I used my gift of Persuasion. He relented, and we sat down. It was then that I explained to him why all this was happening. I pressed and pressed until he could think of no reason why he should be kept alive. At last he understood why he had to die. I saw it come over his face... and as I saw the cloud fall before his eyes, I knew that the solution was in front of us. If he took his life, he saved the Gnawers from losing renown if they decided to keep him alive. He saved them from the withering contempt that would fall upon them from those who disapproved of the culling. His last act was a sacrifice... for you all. I saw it. He saw it. I laid the gun down on the pew, and I left. The shot went off before I reached the door. I didn't look back. I'll never look back..."

Bruises remains directly beside Anneka, watching and listening.

Anneka stirs, standing and jamming her hands into her pockets. Her eyes remain fixed on the Shadow Lord, narrow and sharp.

Kaz swallows, as she watches him, as she listens. Then she looks at Elan. A little hoarsely, she says, "I ain't no half moon. An' it don't jibe with the rat. But -- it makes too much fuckin' sense."

Shadow Eyes flips his ears down, close to his skull. If you think that was a way to keep us from losing renown, then many of the things they say about your tribe are true. It was a coward's act. If he had gone into the sewers, as befits his moon, he could have been laid to rest with honors. Now, he is simply crow food.

"What'd th' rat say?" Bernie asks, eyes staying on Jarred, thoughtfully.

Bruises grunts quietly in what could be agreement with Shadow's statement. She turns her head and snuffles quietly at the knee of Anneka's pants for a moment before looking back to the discussiion a few yards away.

Jarred turns to Shadow Eyes. "With all respect, Shadow Eyes, I disagree. Rotem was the cause of your tribe's dishonor among the others of this sept. If you had left him to die alone in the sewers, eaten alive by a bane, you would have earned the scorn the Chidren of gaia and others... if you had let him leave the sept, or simply kept him alive, you would have lost renown with the rest of the sept. Rotem knew that there was no way out that would relieve you of that burden."

Jarred says "No way except one."

Kaz says, her own eyes on Jarred, "It said Rotem gave the gun to Jarred. And then the gun went off." But her eyes seem to agree with what Jarred's saying.

Banecruncher snorts. Cub was a lot of things but a quitter was not one of them.

Leonard listens to the words said, staring over Yi's shoulder at the railroad tracks. His jaw works but he says nothing.

Jarred nods. "Rotem did give me the gun. And though I did not fire it, I might as well have." He turns to Banecruncher. "Don't you see? Rotem chafed at the control others had over him. His incredible rage would not allow him to submit. He did this because it was his to do. He was in control of his own destiny. You think he relished the thought of walking into piles of slime to his own sure death, when it was not his choice to do so?"

Jarred says "He didn't quit. He won."

Yi stoops down slowly, at the head of the covered sheet. For the moment, she's silent, staring with masked eyes down at the sheet once her eyes have dropped from the Shadow Lord. "Then I suppose..." she says quietly, "that I was disgracing my tribe and myself, by standing up for him when he wanted to live. Is that it?" She glances up to Jarred. "I stood up against Kaz and my tribal elder, to beg for him, to argue for him.. only when it was doing dishonor?" Her eyes grow hard. "He was convinced that if he had to die, he would die fighting for Gaia in the sewers, alongside his auspicemate and tribemate, Banecruncher. What did you tell him, Jarred, that would have turned him from that belief?"

Bernie nods a little; whether to Kaz, Banecruncher, or both, it's unclear. "Thing you said 'bout not bein' a Philodox. I could go get one, if that'd be helpful. I think we oughta cover all th' bases we can. Don't you?" Still watching Jarred, though she seems to be addressing Kaz, mostly.

Kaz shakes her head. "Hold up a sec. How the fuck is this winning? And --" She breaks off, nodding, at what Yi says, "Yeah. That." She looks thoughtfully at Bernie. "Yeah. A Rited one. No offense," she adds to Anneka, without looking at her.

Anneka draws her fingers down to brush the top of Bruises' head, an ear. She nods, slowly, to Kaz perhaps. "None takin'."

Yi half-lids her eyes. "Or, was he just telling me what I wanted to hear?" Her gaze flicks down momentarily to the covered corpse.

Bernie nods. "A Rited one," she agrees, stepping over to the tree and picking up her backpack again, "...I'll go see who I c'n track down first." With that, she finally stops staring at the Shadow Lord, and glances to the covered corpse as well, before starting toward an exit of the clearing.

Jarred is clearly growing angry. He rounds on Yi. "You... /You/ dare to question me when it was your foolish orders that led him to the attack that exposed him to the police? You have the gall to accuse me of murder, when I was the only one in this sept who bothered to consider talking him on as one of my own? Took him into my house... my very /home/ to try and teach him...? You sit there and speculate as to the mistrust and dishonor of the Shadow Lords, when you yourselves are filled with mistrust?" The Shadow Lord swears, incoherently. "Always it is the same..."

Kaz snaps, "Hold it," to both Jarred and Yi. "Cool it. Now. Before we start fuckin' losin' our brains. Please."

Jarred says "I was responsible for Rotem's final act, Kaz. I came here to admit that. But I wasn't responsible for the garou he was.. the garou he became. That, my friends, is /your/ cross to bear."

Kaz bites off her words. "Thank you. I am aware. Now stop digging yourself even more of a hole here and shut the fuck up."

Leonard puts a preemptive restraining hand on Yi's shoulder as Jarred speaks.

[Farmhouse]

The front door bangs as Bernie comes through it, moving fairly quickly. "Matt?" she calls, glancing around, "You here?"

In the back of the house, "Kitchen!" The Fianna calls. Rattle, clank! noises come from about where the fridge would be.

Bernie comes in, and leans on the table. "So, Philodox. We gotta maybe-murder. You said somethin' 'bout a gift that says if someone's tellin' th' truth, once?" Unlike the calmness of the afternoon, now the full effect of the moon's phase seems to show in her eyes, rather dark and angry, though restrained.

Matt stops rearranging groceries, and straightens. "Troof of Gaia. Adam's Goin' tas teach me. Can't do it meself yet. Why?"

Bernie tilts her head. "'cause the rat says, Rotem gave Jarred th' gun, an' then th' gun went off. An' if th' gun wasn't in Rotem's hand when it went off, I for one wanna know th' truth. So, Adam. Who else?"

Matt gives an uninformed shrug. "Megan, maybe? Tecmessa? So Rotem might 'ave gotten culled after all, heh? 'ave ta fink about that."

Bernie's eyes narrow. "It would'n't've been fuckin' culling. It woulda been =murder=. He's not Jarred's fucking cub to cull. He's ours. An' it's =def'nitely= not cullin' when you say you di'n' do it, after. Maybe he di'n'. But no fucking way I'm taking his word for it." She turns, curls swinging with the momentum, and heads back toward the other room. "Th' mythical Megan actually around, I dare not hope?"

Matt shakes his head. "Wrong side o' th' continent roight now, Oi fink."

"Figures," Bernie mutters. "...you dunno that Rite t' find people yet, do you?"

Matt shakes his head. "Only learn stuff so fast, Books. 'Snot loike Oi can practice at work." He sounds Genuinely contrite, if a little confused at the hostility coming his direction.

Bernie sighs, and runs a hand through her curls. "Me neither. Dammit!" The last word a touch explosive. "Someone more useful shoulda gone..."

Matt crosses his arms over his chest. "So, yer sayin' one, Rotem didn't give 'imself a cranial enema. An' two, if Oi remember roight, Jarred's a Shadow Lord. Weren't 'e an' Tact-Boy friends?"

"I'm sayin'," Bernie replies, "there's a big enough chance it needs serious lookin' inta, yeah. An' yeah, they were, but most murder victims get whacked by someone they knew an' trusted, I read in th' paper, so not that relevant."

Matt doesn't say anything, but leans back against the door of the fridge and tilts his head back, examining the ceiling.

Bernie sighs again. "Okay. Adam, an' maybe Tecmessa? Anyone else come t' mind? Adam'll be somewhere on th' bawn, at least, an' Tecmessa maybe at th' Fury place..."

"Anyone who's close ta 'and? No." Matt's mouth is a thin, unsmiling line.

Bernie nods, still looking upset. "Thanks," she replies, softly. "I guess I oughta go try an' find onea 'em, then." She doesn't immediately move, though.

Matt nods, arms still crossed. When she doesn't go, he sighs. "'ow do you want me ta be, Books? Ye addressed me as 'Philodox.' Ye want me ta be Matt, yer friend, or Speaks-in-Circles, th' impartial judge? Oi doan't fink Oi can be boaf on this."

"Seein' as you don't have th' Gift I'm s'posta be findin', I'd prefer friend, at th' moment," she replies, hands going into her pockets. "I jus' said it that way 'cause I wan'ed you t' know why I was there t' ask you stuff, fast." A light shrug.

Matt smiles, at last. "Good. Then Oi won't be workin' this. Didn't really want ta, in case Oi found out somefin' ugly."

Bernie nods, and half-smiles, briefly. "I don't even know what I wanna find out, except, th' truth. Y'know?" She blows out a slow breath. "...So, yeah. Gonna go hunt for those two. You wanna come? Or I'll see you here after everything...."

Matt spreads his hands, sadly. "If it's Business, Oi'm all the way out or all the way in. Anyfing else will muck fings up for th' 'alf moon you do get. Oi recommend ye find Adam." He thinks for a minute. "An' ask yerself while yer lookin' for 'im: 'oo are you 'elpin' exactly?"

Bernie pauses a moment, blinking at Matt. "The truth," she replies, then, almost in disbelief at the question, "...this is about the =truth=. Whatever it is." And she finally heads for the door.

Matt nods, unhappily, letting her go without a word.

[Barnyard]

Bernie emerges from the back of the house, looking troubled, and starts back toward the bawn.

The brush sways with the sound and displacement of a lupus travelling through it, following the scent of a ragabash. When the sound of boots clomping out of the house come to her she looks up over from the edge of the brush and barks. Hey, are you coming to say a few words for him?

Bernie blinks, running a hand through her curls. "You started? Uh, I was plannin' to, yeah. But I didn' find a 'dox with th' gift, yet. I was 'bout t' hunt down Adam, or maybe Tecmessa if I can't find him..."

Three-Blades licks her muzzle side, and chuffs. It doesn't matter now. First we will let him rest in peace. Truth will come in time. Come on.

Bernie bites her bottom lip, eyes flashing dark and stubborn for a moment. But the point is true; the search will keep, the Gathering won't. She sighs, and nods, jogging along with the lupe back to the group.

[Bawn: Foothills of the Mountains]

Little Tim doesn't seem all that concerned that he missed the bulk of the ceremony. To Shadow Eyes he tosses a lop-sided shrug, saying, "Go ahead and close it. Ain't too much friendly I'd say 'bout the dude anyways." His gaze does wander toward the body, though, where it lingers thoughtfully.

A distant howl comes over the forest on the wind, urgent in hoping the Gathering hasn't finished yet. It's Three-Blades' voice, if those listening can recognize it.

Bernie slows from a jog to a walk, following Three-Blades back to the hills as the pair come into view. She runs a hand through her hair, glancing around to take in the current state of affairs, and then slides her backpack off, setting it on the ground.

Kaz crouches down again, silent.

Shadow Eyes flicks his ears at Bernie. Come, speak.

Eyeing the blood splattered atop the sheet again as she rounds the corpse, Three-Blades trots back over to Leonard's side and resumes her silence. The gun laid atop the bloodied linen gets another glance before she nuzzles the Wendigo.

Leonard glances at the little black wolf and flashes her a brief smile, stroking her head before scratching fondly behind one ear.

Bernie presses her lips together, and nods a little to Shadow Eyes, moving forward a bit. "Um. Well. So public speaking's maybe not my best skill. But anyway. Rotem was just 'bout th' only person 'round here who had th' knack for totally pissin' me off, an' for a while, I was kina regrettin' gettin' Adam t' keep him from dyin' that one time he had that fight with Yi. But then I d'cided t' give him another chance, an' try an' act'ly get t' know him some, an', I mean... he wasn't a bad kid. He kept fuckin' up, but he kept tryin'. Sometimes, even, he showed all this potential... I still think he had it in him t' be a good Garou, someday. I wish that coulda happened." She pauses, and bites her lip again. "But, y'know. If wishes were horses." She leans down and opens the backpack, pulling out a bottle of Guinness, which she places on the sheet at about hand-level, and then sprinkles a small handful of, apparently, various bottlecaps on the sheet. "G'bye, Smithers. Hope it's better for ya beyond." She steps back, then, and returns her hands to her jacket pockets.

The theurge steps back a pace or two and howls again into the night. Greenstreak is remembered. Let him go with the Mother; This Gathering is ended. He paces briefly, and then fades into the woods.

Three-Blades sniffs softly at the blood, then lifts her voice up to howl to the skies. Gaia watch over his spirit, until he returns again in the next life.

Little Tim folds his arms over his chest and watches Rotem's body as Elan howls. There is none of the antagonism that generally characterized his conduct with the cub, but he remains noticeably silent as others howl. Without further comment, he slips to Kaz's side and leaves with her when she goes.

Banecruncher joins in with the howl.

Leonard does also, though stays in homid for it.

Kaz doesn't howl. She stays, unsurprisingly, in homid. Once everyone's done howling, she sighs, looking up into the night. After a long moment of this, she looks back down, at her packmates, and then turns quietly to go.

Bernie glances around, as people leave, and over to Three-Blades, in particular. "...aren't we going to bury him tonight?" she asks, brow furrowed.

Three-Blades gazes from the body to Bernie. She ponders this, then shifts upward to warform, to gently lift the body and move it to one side. ~Shadow Eyes would leave him here, like we do with lupus to have their body return to Gaia naturally.~ She growls softly and digs into the ground with her own claws. ~But, we said we would bury him. It is your tradition, I believe. So bury him we will.~ She's already tearing out scoops.

Leonard goes to help Yi, shifting up into hispo. ~ Put him in facedown. ~

Banecruncher joins in the digging, shifting only as far as hispo to give bigger paws.

Bernie nods. "Yeah. Thank you," she replies, moving the backpack farther away. Her jacket ends up atop it, and then her tank top, though she faces away form the others as she does that, despite wearing a bra under it. "...why face down?" she asks, as she starts shifting to a better digging form.

Leonard dog-digs fast and furious, widening the hole considerably. ~ So he doesn't come back. ~

Stomps-The-Wyrm pads over to the grave, also in Hispo, and shakes her head a little. ~He won't. He's gone.~ She starts in with the digging as well.

Leonard shakes his head, an odd gesture in a wolf. ~ People who die like this... just lay him face down. Trust me. ~

Three-Blades concentrates on digging, though her ears turn towards Leonard curiously. ~I'll be surprised if he does,~ she quips with a short growl. Sooner than later, the four of them come out with a decently sized hole. Yi picks up the body, laying it into the grave face down as Leonard suggested. Then, she places the gun in the grave as well. Her ears and eyes go to Bernie. ~His Stuff?~

Stomps-The-Wyrm looks at Leonard, pausing a moment in her digging. ~We can't. It's... you aren't supposed to let the body be face down. Oh, and the washing...~ She looks as though she's kicking herself for something. ~I brought some of it. I don't think he'd want it all buried with him, so I didn't bring all. I wish we had a proper box...~

Leonard growls at Stomps. ~ This is-my- home. Up there -- ~ he jerks his head, indicating further up the mountains, ~ -- the Wendigo live. And I will not have his angry ghost here. ~

Three-Blades quirks her head to one side. Such complications. ~Because he believed something else?~ She glances down at the sheeted body, then back up at Bernie. ~He is a Garou. Let him lie as any Garou would. Without hard barriers that keep him from Gaia's touch.~ She shrugs with a roll of her shoulders and sniffs at Leonard. ~No more fighting over him, please.~ She glances back to Bernie. ~Go ahead and put his Stuff in. Either way, I don't have a feeling he can complain much about it.~

~Sideways,~ Stomps-The-Wyrm asks after a moment's consideration, ~would on his side do? That would be all right, I think...~ She moves back a bit from the hole, to shift back up to a form with hands that can grip Stuff.

Banecruncher looks at the others. You decide?

Leonard snorts in disbelief. ~ No it is NOT alright! Face DOWN! I have to live here and I have pregnant kin to think about. ~

Three-Blades growls quietly. ~At this rate, he might as well roll in his grave like being turned on a spit.~ She glances from Leonard to Bernie. She gives the other ragabash a short 'Just let him have it his way' look with her ears splayed to either side. ~I think this is why we opt to burn our dead, instead of bury them.~ Insert sigh and readiness to wait all night for a resolution.

"You're not supposed to do that either," Bernie says softly, going back over to the bag, "it's... it's considered disrespectful to God. And to th' dignity of th' deceased. And stuff." She runs a hand through her curls again, and sighs. "I'm sorry, Rotem," she murmurs to herself, "I already fucked it up as it is..." Just loud enough to be heard, but without turning around, "...do it your way."

Little Bear does so, rolling the body in and making sure its face down before starting to scrape dirt back on top of it.

~Gaia, God, Buddha, oneself,~ Yi growls softly. ~Either way, his spirit is gone on and his body will return to the earth.~ She motions for Bernie to drop in the items she has, and sets about pushing the dirt back into the hole.

Banecruncher sees the others have decided and begins scooping dirt back into the hole.

Bernie returns with a selection of the Stuff, and kneels beside the hole to place it in there. That done, she sits back on her haunches, then stands and goes back to her backpack, pulling out a small book, and her flashlight. Quietly, she reads something aloud from it, in Hebrew.

Three-Blades steps back once the body is buried, gazing at the mound of dirt with a thinly veiled sadness. Ears tilting back, she then shifts down to her birth form and looks to the others. "That's all we can do now," she says softly.

Little Bear shifts back as well, looking at his dirty hands. "I'm going to go get cleaned up."

Banecruncher shifts back to his birthform and pads back down the trail.

Bernie finishes, and takes a breath, then, it seems, begins again, same tone, only in English, now. "May the great Name of God be exalted and sanctified throughout the world, which he has created according to his will. May his Kingship be established in your lifetime and in your days, and in the lifetime of the entire household of Israel, swiftly and in the near future, and say Amen. May his great name be blessed, forever and ever. Blessed, praised, glorified, exalted, extolled, honoured, elevated, and lauded be the Name of the holy one, Blessed is he, above and beyond any blessings and hymns, praises and consolations which are uttered int he word; and say Amen. May there be abundant peace from Heaven, and life upon us and upon all Israel, and say Amen. May there be abundant peace from Heaven, and life upon us and upon all Israel, and say Amen. He who makes peace in his high holy places, may he bring peace upon us, and upon all Israel, and say Amen." She sighs, then, and closes the book, turns off the flashlight, and puts them away in the bag.

Yi tilts her head somewhat curiously at all of the words, taking them in quietly until Bernie is finished. Then she moves over and pats the other newmoon on the shoulder. "A lot of words, for such a cub. I'm sure he appreciates it." Her eyes give the grave one last look, before she moves over, and takes out from her pockets a crumple of blondish hair to lay on the grave. Then she stands back up, and nods to Bernie. "Let's go."

Bernie looks almost surprised to see her shirt on top of her jacket, and blushes slightly as she picks it up and puts it back on, then the jacket itself. She zips the backpack, and nods, pulling it onto her shoulder, prepared to follow Yi out.

Yi doesn't seem to have noticed any of the skin show, and turns to follow the path Banecruncher took back into the forest. Her pace is slow though, alongside Bernie's as they return towards the city.