Well, this was embarrassing. Jude clung to the bus pole for dear life, having given up his seat out of habit. He’d forgotten, since his sense of feeling was numbed, that he was having a bit of trouble with his legs. He was scared to change back without a little medical supervision, having caught a rather strange ability on accident.

The bus bumped and his legs buckled. If he didn’t have that pole, he’d be face down on the ground.

“You okay, man? You look a bit… pale.”

He did the whole smile and wave thing and straightened himself in preparation for the Mansion stop. He had a long walk up the Mansion lawn and no pole to help him get there.

Jude managed the bus stairs. He fumbled his way to the Mansion gate—His code still worked, so he assumed he was still allowed in. He even managed a part of the Mansion lawn before his legs totally gave out and he belly flopped into the crunchy autumn grass.

A man had his dignity. Maybe Jude was yet to be a real man because he was debating crawling. Instead, just for a moment, he let his forehead fall against the crunchy grass and he enjoyed the kiss of morning sunlight. He was just… taking a rest. That’s all.

With gravity pulling horizontally at his jeans they appeared rather empty looking from the calf up to the hip.

Caelistis (or Celeste as the surface demigods had started to call her) was still not fully at ease with being here. When she had decided to leave the familiarity of Atlantis, she did so out of necessity, not true planning. Atlantis served as a reminder of all that she suffered within its wall. It was a place that she had to escape. But to where? Atlantis was all she ever knew and even though it had breached the surface again, where in this wide world would she be accepted? Where could she find peace? Sure she could attempt to go at it alone but “alone” had never really been what she was prepared for. Quite the opposite.

Her role in the coral palace had been that of a trophy, a prize to tempt noblemen and women and nothing more. She was taught the fine things, such as music, dance, and art, but she was also taught to be humble, to be attentive, to be subservient. Most of all, it was drilled into her that she was to be quiet in the presence of others. That was the first rule she and other palace demigods had been taught: quiet means less suffering.

That was why she didn’t want to stay on Atlantis anymore. Even if she decided to live in the crumble stone edifices of the city that remained, who would take her in. That was the problem with living a life of opulence, you lack those abilities to care for yourself. Though she was beautiful, those that would open their homes to her would either be envious of her upbringing or would have their own, dark intentions in mind. What was she to do?

The answer came with the arrival of the X-Men’s first refugee trip. They were opening their surface world doors to those that wanted to learn with him. For the longest time Celeste wanted to make that move but feared that this was another ploy by rich demigods to enslaved Atlanteans. However, rumors from those that returned stated that they were genuinely trying to help. Some couldn’t acclimate to surface life so decided to return. Others, however, seemingly wanted to stay.

They had a choice — something she never had until now.

It has been two weeks since Celeste agreed for the transfer. She has her own room in the school. They had attempted to bunk her with another demigod but Celeste immediately grew withdrawn and paranoid. In order to help ease her transition, they switched her to her own room and gave her the freedom she sought to explore. There were still places she couldn’t go, doors she couldn’t open, people who wouldn’t talk to her just because she accidentally walked in on them in the throes of passion, but so far the place did appear genuine.

Even with that though, Celeste would keep a wary eye. She had known very few “genuine” people who actually remained that way. Would this school be the same?

Whether because of wanderlust or to see out wrong doing, the young Atlantean now found herself outside the school. Wandering the lawns of the campus, she kept her eyes peeled for hidden doors or slave quarters. Strangely she was coming up empty. Then her eyes rested on the exterior walls themselves. Maybe they slid away to reveal evil machinations going on inside? Quite possible.

This was her third time around the perimeter of the building. This young girl dressed in a white chiton, with a body of swirling magenta, purple, and midnight blue galaxies, ran her hands along the every credice of the wall. Her long, neon pink hair, filled with stars and streaking comets, was pulled back into a determined ponytail as she began to kick the sides of the wall with her sandaled feet. There was a hidden entrance. Surely there was. It was only when she was making her fifth kick that she spotted something odd. When she turned to ensure she wasn’t being followed by assassins, she spotted not something, but someone lying face down on the grass.

Her brow arched. An escaped slave? Maybe she was right! Back to the wall, Celeste very carefully made her way over to the fallen body. With a stick found in her investigation, she proceeded to lean down and jab at body. Not too hard, but hard enough to cause a reaction should the body still be alive.

A stick made him aware that he had a shoulder. "Hn." Two and two came together and Jude realized he'd either fallen asleep or not noticed that someone was sneaking up on him. Another prod and he was stirring. It wasn't that bad. It was the sunlight. The sunlight was real nice.

"Just five more minutes."

He found a crook in his arm where his nose fit really nicely. It blocked the sun from his eyes and... was that stick jabbing him again?

Jude pushed up to one elbow ready to be grumpy. "Look, if you- uh." Pink hair. There was a whole lot to be distracted about, now that he was looking. Moving parts and even more physical powers to be afraid of picking up. His eyes widened with the realization that he was in close proximity and he hadn't been too careful.

Usually he managed to be more tactful, but he didn't have much left in him. Jude scrambled back, bending his empty looking pants legs at impossible angles by doing so. He had to check his arms, his— were those planets she had? He checked, but nothing seemed extra planetary on him.

"You uh- hello. Welcome to—" Where was he again? He was too flustered for words, covered in dried grass and having just woken up unexpectedly. Right. He saw it there behind the girl. "Welcome to the Mansion. I haven't seen you around before. My name, er, I-I'm Jude." He did not offer his hand.

"Do you happen to know where the infirmary is?" That's what he needed. Some good ol' DocProf supervision.

Celeste didn’t know what happened to this person. He was lying face down, looking as if he had spent the last of his energy trying to escape from some impossible foe. Was he a victim of the school? It seemed like it. Why else would any just lie there, unmoving, allowing themselves to be poked with a stick? Surely no regular, able-minded living being would allow that. Maybe they did something to him to make him compliant? Truly a tragedy. A tragedy that could only be solved in one way…

...more poking.

She wasn’t subtle. The stick jabbed at several points of the fall boy, trying to draw some kind of reaction from him. This was her life to save, or at least she would get him conscious enough to try and learn something of what happened to him.

He swatted at the stick, mumbling about wanting more sleep. However her persistence paid off when he finally sat up and took sight of her. That, seemingly, was all that was needed for him to instantly scramble back and away from her. The quick action startled Celeste to the point where she backed up several steps, holding the stick in front of her, threateningly, in case he came closer.

He was interesting to look at. Demigod, somewhat, except something seemed to be wrong with his legs Were they gone? Was that what the school did to him? To keep him from running? Such atrocities weren’t unheard of in Atlantis. Maybe this place really was as bad as she believed it was.

Still, he didn’t seem all that panicked. As a matter of fact, he looked to be more like he was lounging, simply sitting on the grass and introducing himself, welcoming him to this Mansion. Her eyebrow arched at his words. Again, that wasn’t the voice of someone who was desperate for escape. Foiled again, it seemed.

Jude. She’d not heard a name like that before. But Celeste did little else than stare at the young man, deep, void-like eyes watching him closely for any sudden movements, only obscured occasionally by the orbiting planetoids that constantly kept her company. However, when he asked for the infirmary, her expression changed somewhat. A flash of concern crossed her features before switching back to suspicion.

When she first arrived she was shown to the doctor in this school. A kindly old man whom she often wondered if he also was a prisoner. So she gestured, pointing inside the Mansion with her stick. He was in there, after all.

She didn't say anything, though she didn't exactly seem to buy his nonchalance. The eyebrow went up and she watched him with owl eyes. Or, maybe they just felt like owl eyes because they were vast and seemed to also look through him. Space eyes? Space eyes were a thing, he guessed, given the context of the girl in front of him.

He continued to try not to spook her by playing it cool. He also tried his best not to show just how spooked he was of her. If she came close, that was going to be one more complication to figure out. Two more than he needed.

She moved her hand and he stumbled back a bit. Considering his posture and predicament, it wasn't far. Ah. Only pointing. All cool. Just fine.

"Er. I mean, I get why you might not believe me, but I used to be a student here. Off and on." He didn't want her to touch him. He also didn't relish the thought of doing this in front of her; but considering his first point of reticence, he had to go with one or the other.

The other it was. He strained to push himself up and realized that without something to pull himself up, there was only one way to do this.

He hadn't been planning on being a clown today. Or, any of it really. Ugh. Jude tied his legs together in a knot to keep them from flailing. God that felt awkward considering his feet were actually still feet. And somehow he just kept talking. It was like he couldn't stop. The nerves piled up and he didn't want to freak her out, but even for a mutant this was gonna be weird.

"Yeah. So I came over from across the ocean when I was 9? I got adopted by one of the x-men here. They're totally suckers for kids. I mean, they've all got big hearts. Nothing was the same or as I expected it to be, y'know?" Jude knelt and put his forearms down against the grass.

"I had bigger dreams that this place so I didn't stay long the first time. I think my adoptive mom knew that the best way to support me was to let me make my own mistakes for a while." He had to pause as he strained to pull his lower body above his shoulders. He tightened his core and eventually found his balance on his forearms. He was lucky the lawn was mostly level.

"But, going it alone... it wasn't as easy as I'd thought. Even when I thought I'd found someone I could rely on." His shirt shimmied down his body to fall across the bottom of his face. Fantastic. His arms were otherwise occupied. Jude strained his balance and his arms, shifting to get one hand under him and then the other until he was a mutant tripod, his head and hands were the only parts of him on the ground.

He spit his shirt out of the way. "So I came back and finished school the right way. Luckily I was young enough that I didn't screw things up too bad. What about you? I'm afraid I've just been carrying on. What's-" He made a sound as he pushed off into a proper handstand. "What's your name?"

Jude took his first "step" toward the Mansion on his hands. Almost overbalanced, but continued with a second and eventually a third. This could work. He'd always had a talent for walking on his hands for some reason. It was about time that talent got used.

Celeste continued to watch the young man after she had pointed out where the doctor was. She would have offered to help him there, but he seemed so jittery around her. Just by gesturing he flinched away, as if he was anticipating a beating from a cruel taskmaster. Oh yes, this poor creature must have certainly suffered quite a lot. The fact that he was so scared could only mean the absolute worst. But as he sat on the grass, it seemed that he was still speaking in an enamored way of the school.

She remained rooted in place, listening as he spoke of his journey. He had crossed the ocean to come here (another Atlantean?) and had stayed to study until he left on his own accord. It wasn’t long after that he discovered the difficulties he would face and returned.

Intriguing story. But it wasn’t his words that made it interesting. Rather, all the while as he related his tale, he seemed to be acting fairly peculiar. Her head tilted in curiosity as he seemingly twisted parts of his body and pushed himself up onto his head and hands. He tumbleed like a fool and it was only as she thought this, that an idea came to mind. Was Jude’s true identity? Was merely more than a fool, a clown, for the strange man who ran this odd surface palace?

She remembered seeing similar fools in the palace where she lived. They were there to entertain the guards and nobles with their foolish antics, always at their own degradation. It was for that particular reason that most fools were gorgons, poor souls who had no place to call their own. No future so they were forced to either contend with embarrassment in the city or death in the Necropolis.

Shame. He wasn’t malformed. As a matter of fact, he probably would have been pleasing to look at if it were for his humorous situation. But, in her experience, fools only warranted pity, nothing more.

Still, it was hard watching him move towards the mansion doors. So, with stick still in hand, she began to follow by his side. Not close enough to touch him, just enough to show he could still speak with her.

And that was when he asked her name. She had his. On the surface it was apparently polite to inquire of one another what you liked to be called. After thinking for a moment, the young demigod marched forward a few steps, finding a dirt patch that was along the way. There she scratched out a few lines of the “English” that Atlan had forced those in his palace to learn. When Jude got close enough, he would see a name drawn in the dirt.

C-E-L-E-S-T-E

She walked by him. She listened. But she didn't answer. Odd. Instead, the space girl ran ahead a bit when he'd tried to give her an opening to the conversation. He continued his way toward the Mansion, eventually catching up to where she waited next to some scratched up dirt.

Not scratched up. They were letters.

"Celeste." A small wave of guilt hit Jude as he remembered Celestina, his last girlfriend. She'd been kind, but her powers were dangerous. With him around, that was double the danger. He liked her, maybe even approaching love-levels of like. But he hadn't be able to keep his power himself. Much like now. That invisible force inside of him was pointing at Celeste, reminding him that she was a mutant, that she was close enough to take her power.

And again, he had to stuff that invisible hand deep down. He had to sort out the current mess before he got himself into a new one.

"It's nice to meet you, Celeste. Thanks for keeping me company." Could she talk? Or did she just not want to? The strain of physical exertion was making it harder for him to carry the conversation, so he let it drop.

By the time Jude managed to handwalk his way to the front patio, his shoulders were shaking from exertion. Yes, he'd gained muscles in strange places from borrowing wings so often, but apparently it wasn't enough to cover the whole of the Mansion lawn.

He tucked his head and rolled, rather than trying anything too fancy to get himself down from his handstand. Jude flopped his arms and legs out and let himself just lay in the sun again for the moment.

Today was far from a "worst day," but it was definitely not his favorite.

"Still there?" He cracked an eye and satisfied enough with what he saw, resolved to use the nearby planter to help himself up to his feet. There was this planter, then the next, then a bench... he was planning his route already.

He certainly did talk a lot. Celeste was beginning to notice that about the people here. They liked to talk. Most of them wanted to be helpful (or at least pretended to be) and others were just loud. Plus, there were just so many people here. Even when she lived in the palace, she didn’t have to contend with so many numbers. The palace was usually empty except for King Atlan and his guards and cohorts. Other kids like her were kept in silence and very still, so it was easy to hear a pin drop.

But this place? Hah, this place seemed to do away with all the conventions that she was used to and throw her into a world that she could hardly understand. But she was here and she was trying to make the best of it. If they wanted to help her, then they could accept that she was going to take some getting used to.

He repeated her name and she nodded her head. Yes, that was correct. She idly began to swing her stick to the side, keeping from accidentally hitting her new comrade and instead focus on getting him inside. He said that he needed help and was looking for the only truly kind person she had come across so far. She would take him as far as she dared.

He thanked her for keeping him company and Celeste stopped and stared at him. Her icy, dark eyes were void-like yet penetrating, looking as deeply into him ass he could. Several tense moments passed, she remained unmoving, and then there was a bob of her icy hair as she nodded.

Following him again, she watched him as he got to the front of the mansion and finally came to a halt. He needed a rest. Celeste, his ever present shadow, eyed him from behind until he finally lifted his head and inquired after her. She stared back. Watching him for several moments she boldly stepped up, jutted out her stick and pointed at his odd legs. She then jabbed her stick back into a nearby patch of dirt and sketched out a symbol.

”?” She wanted to know what was wrong with him. Or at least what had happened to his legs.

He was tense and shaky, worn out and not even yet at the infirmary. It'd been a hecking long trip considering that he'd started in the city.

Again, Jude took a moment to bask in the sun before checking on his escort. She seemed to be waiting for him to look at her because she motioned with her stick and then poked at the dirt again. Her dirt was fast disappearing now that they'd made it to the Mansion front patio area. He had to sit up and lean over to see that she'd written out a question mark.

Puzzling out what she meant wasn't that hard. She'd pointed at his legs first. Jude glanced up at her intimidating space owl eyes. "All knowledge of the cosmos" was apparently not included in her power set, even if it appeared so.

"I picked up... ehm. I mean-" He had to back up and start at the beginning. Or just show her.

Jude untangled his legs and set one of his feet out between them. It was still attached, he hoped. It'd gone all pins and needles while he'd hand-walked over here. He tugged his jeans up to reveal a banana-themed yellow sock and a hairy ankle. Another tug and he showed that the ankle quickly transitioned to a thin sheet of gray gridded fabric... or metal? The transition was seamless from flesh to screen mesh. And the mesh continued from where his calf should have been all the way up to where an anatomically-typical person's knee would have been, there Jude's leg transitioned back from bug guard to leg.

"It's not normally like this," he lamented, but didn't seem too terribly upset. Instead, Jude just started to tug his pants leg back down. "I sometimes pick up different powers on accident, in my sleep or when I'm not paying close enough attention." Times like now where he was absolutely not at this best. These were moments to watch out for. He kept a stranglehold on that invisible, seeking hand.

"I need to get to the doc to make sure everything still works. The Doc can fix what doesn't work when I eject this power and get back to being me." Somewhere along the way, the pins and needles bothering his feet had dulled to a low static buzz. It was hard enough walking after one foot went numb. Trying to walk with two numb feet and a stiff fabric for shins and that was Jude's day in a nutshell.


And no point in delaying further.

He laid out his legs and scooted himself toward a patio pot big enough to hide a corpse in. He certainly hoped there was no corpse in it, 'cause he tried to haul himself up and get the balance right so that the thin metal weave might support the weight of his upper body.

In all fairness, Celeste has seen some rather odd things since coming to this school, but this young man certainly continued to prove to be more and more interesting. It had been a trail to get up to the steps of the mansion and now he was taking a moment to catch his breath. It figured to be the perfect time to try and figure out what happened to him and if the mansion had the diabolical intentions she feared they had all along.

After pointing at the question mark and then again at his legs, she waited for his response. As it turned out, it had something to do with his mutation. She listened in rapt attention as he explained that he could copy other powers, take them into himself, sometimes unconsciously if he weren’t careful. Curiously she prodded at the odd mesh-like holes in his leg with her stick before she realized how rude that probably seemed and recoiled.

Now he was trying to make his way to the mansion’s doctor in hopes that he can ensure everything is well. She blinked, looking at him closely, her starlight eyes zeroing in on him as if trying to decide whether she could really trust him or not. It was when he started to pull himself into a nearby pot that she finally set her stick aside and walked closer.

Okay. He wasn’t evil. And maybe the school really could help him. Having suffered and abused for years, she wasn’t going to stand by while another was going through a bad time without offering her assistance. So, she marched closer and offered her hand, a gesture that she wanted to help him to get into the mansion. It was the least she could do.

And, in an attempt to try and not startle him, she licked her lips, sucked in a breath, and tried to speak. In Atlantis, they taught her that speaking was a sin, that being silent was the only way to be treated well. After years of not talking, her vocal cords were weak, practically non-existent. But she wasn’t in Atlantis anymore so, she had to try, however painful it was.

”F-F-Friend...h...elp…”

He had expected to have to do this himself. Jude knew that security had likely seen him struggling and done exactly nothing to help out. Celeste, too, had seemed stand offish as the new and skittish sometimes were. So it took him by surprise when he was offered a dark, planet-circled hand.

He inspected her face and was even more shocked to see her trying to talk. He'd known her for all of 10 minutes and those had thus far they'd all been silent ones. He thought that she simply couldn't. But apparently she could. It didn't look easy, though.

> ”F-F-Friend...h...elp…”

He'd recoiled last time for fear of touching a visibly mutated individual, but now... she'd put herself out there. She was offering when even the people who typically lived here were not.

He took her hand and tested what kind of weight he could apply there without toppling them both over. It seemed he might still need the help of the planter pots that lined the front walk, but just having her there made his balance that much easier.

"Thank you... really."

Now he just had to concentrate to keep his power close so he wouldn't spawn planets of his own. Curious about the hand planets, he tried to scope them out as they hobbled from one planter to the next. At the front doors, Jude decided that enough was enough and he rang the bell. He was hurting and sweating, but worst of all he was feeling vulnerable and worthless because he'd been walking his whole rememberable life and somehow now that simple act was freaking difficult.

The door opened and one of DocProf's sometimes assistants, an androgynous lizard anthropomorph, offered a scaly shoulder to balance Celeste's help. Fantastic. More physical mutations that Jude's power wanted to gobble up.

"Took you long enough."

"Yeah speed's not really my strong suit today." He stepped funny while getting his arm around the lizard and had to stop with a long grimace while he got his feet back.

His power, that invisible reaching wind, grasped outward inspiring goosebumps as it rubbed up against the powers around him like a cat that had yet to be fed.

Celeste didn’t like to talk. It was difficult. It was exercising a muscle that she wasn’t allowed to use for the first ten or so years of her life. She just got used to not using them, to communicating via other means and not bothering to worry about raising her voice because what would be the point of it. Atlantis drilled into her early on and silence was golden. And now she was was allowed to have that voice, she was too scared to so much as utter a syllable. Conditioning was a bitch.

But there was no point worrying about that right now. She did her best, speaking to the boy in a quick, hoarse tone, simply identifying herself as a friend and that she was offering help. While he seemed to initially be mortified by the idea, he clearly seemed desperate enough to need it now. So...he relented.

He was a little taller than her but judging by the way he was slouching and trying to hold himself up, it certainly didn’t look like it. Still, the weight he pressed against leave her much hope that she’d be able to support him for long by herself. But she wanted to help and she was often too stubborn for her own good.

So..she persisted. They made it to the front doors and back into the mansion. Just then they were greeted by another gorgon...mutant, some lizard man who rushed up and offered Jude a healthy bit of snark. After a quick exchange, he two began to help and their pair of them aided / dragged Jude down the halls and to the familiar doctor’s office.

Celeste had to admit that he was one of the few that she truly was learning to trust. She had been terrified when she first met him, sitting in his office, forced to go through an examination that all transfers from Atlantis had to go through. But he was sweet truly seemed like he was there to help. There was something about his presence that was just so calming.

He would be able to help. In the meantime, they just had to get there. After offering the lizard man a slight nod and smile, she patted Jude on the back. She would make sure to stick around until he got to that office. She swore it.

He had to pause longer than was pretty, supported as he was by two juicy mutations. His power pointed and whispered and cajoled, but he wouldn't give in. Not while he was still in charge.

"Just a sec." Jude was sweating with the effort of the day and the effort of wrangling his mutation on top of that just made it that much worse. It wanted something else, but something else wouldn't make Jude's first problem go away. It would just make it permanent. Or as permanent as powers were with Jude.

Jude took a stubborn and wobbly step forward once he was ready. DocProf slid his door open before they'd gotten all the way down the hall.

"What did you do this time?" The doctor nodded to Celeste and to his sometimes assistant to indicate that his ire was not for them.

"Turned my legs into screen doors?" There wasn't must point in joking when the truth was weird enough.

"Huh." He stepped aside and let the young ones help Jude onto a gurney, pulling back both pants legs until the offending property of his legs was revealed. "You can stay or go, kids, but don't get in the way." The lizardman backed off into a nearby chair, close enough to watch but no longer a body in the way. The extra space made Jude breathe easier.

"I'd like you to be here in case whatever happens when I let go of the power..."

"I understand." DocProf dropped a heavy hand onto Jude's shoulder to indicate that he was ready.

To Jude every power stretched like a guitar string at the core of who they were. His own was no different, only that it presented to his mind's eye like a bundle of strings. He plucked at the power that wasn't his and more of his legs transformed. That wasn't right. Jude closed his eyes and worked to separate the power totally from his own. He pulled it away, bending it to its limit until the invisible string snapped.

And his legs snapped back right away. Pins and needles didn't cover it.

When DocProf appeared, Celeste actually smiled; she smiled. It was not something she did often, mainly because such expressions were punished in the Atlantean palace. But since she came to the world of the X-Men, she was steadily learning to smile more and more. Still, it was saved only for the most special of people and DocProf was certainly one who was special enough to deserve it. His kindness, his gentle manners, if there was anyone she trusted in this building, it was him.

She dipped her head to the older man as he nodded to her. The conversation then switched to Jude who was immediately taken in and set up on one of the beds. The doctor seemed to be used to similar antics from Jude and didn’t seem none too pleased but he wasn’t going to turn him away. Instead he promised to stay with him as her new friend attempted to undo what had been done to his legs.

Celeste didn’t want to get in the way so she hung back, keeping her distance by hanging out against the door, her arms crossed over her chest. The planetoids that usually circled her head now moved down, orbiting her wrist like a strange, floating bracelet. She said nothing and merely watch, her eyes peering from behind head hair, looking between the doctor, Jude, and the lizard gorgon that had just assisted.

She still wasn’t fully sure what to think about this place but it seemed she was constantly being proven wrong about her suspicions. Maybe they really were here to help. Maybe...they could actually give her the chance at a life. She shook those thoughts away, however, and instead focused on Jude, silently hoping he could be helped.

His legs kicked and his eyes screwed up shut tightly. If DocProf hadn’t been there with a solid hand at his shoulder, he was not guaranteed to have stayed on the gurney. A rush of healing surged through his exposed legs, no doubt restoring proper blood flow or artery-something-something. Jude sagged against the paper covered pillow, exhausted.

”Maybe don’t go find that one again.” Jude’s dismissive little half-wave was more than enough to signal that he wasn’t dead, just salty. That was enough to earn him a second hefty shoulder pat and DocProf turned to Celeste for some polite chit-chat while Jude came back to earth.

”You look like you’re doing well. Have you had any issues since we last met? Or did this rascal just selfishly enlist your help?” Jude noticed that DocProf had set up each question and comment in a way that facilitated a yes or no answer. So, he did have a heart. He just wasn’t wasting it on Jude.