Sometimes, I can be really dense. I wouldn't mind, but it bites really hard, when it bites. I didn't realize Saoran was interested until Tomoyo pointed it out. I didn't realize I didn't really _care_ until Tomoyo finally got a girlfriend. It was nice, having a boyfriend to talk about with her, someone who could fight alongside me, someone who was blatent, comfortable, with wanting me. Tomoyo was pretty blatent, too, but Saoran didn't point that out to me. She was just always there, always available, always paying attention to me. I just sort of accepted it. Then. -* `Who's she?' the new girl asks, Mafuyu, who transfered in this morning. `That's Tomoyo,' I wave Tomoyo over, so as to make introductions. `Is she your girlfriend?' `Hoe?' I turn to look at her. `Are you Sakura's girlfriend?' Mafuyu asks Tomoyo as she walks up. `No,' Tomoyo shakes her head, blushing a little. -* `Sorry, I promised Mafuyu I'd go shopping with her.' -* `Sorry, not today, maybe tomorrow?' -* `What is it?' Tomoyo says, running up without her camera. `That!' I wave at the creature dancing in the street. `Oh?' Tomoyo stares at the two and a half meter tall spikey green humanoid for a moment, `Where's the music coming from?' `The boombox on the corner,' I point at the silver-tone device, which is sitting next to a large, lumpy, army-green backpack, `I think it's harmless, but I wanted some backup before I approached it.' `Where's Saoran?' Tomoyo asks, looking around. I barely keep from whimpering at the words. `You could call him, I guess.' `Right,' Tomoyo reaches for her phone, and I step out into the street. `Hello?' I ask the person dancing in the street. -* `Will you join us?' I ask Tomoyo, almost begging, but not quite. `I need to get back, Mafuyu's waiting for me,' she begs off, `And Saoran will be here soon, and knows more about traveling between worlds.' `Tomoyo,' I don't whine, but I don't want her to go, and I'm sure it shows in my voice. `I'll see you in school tomorrow?' she asks. `Yes, of course.' -* `So you're in love with your best friend?' Sharon asks, no longer so green, or spikey, and shorter. `I think so,' I tell him, `I just, she was always there, and I never knew how much I relied on that, on her loving me.' `Until suddenly she wasn't just yours anymore,' he nods, `It's easiest,' he laughs, `or so I've read, to add a partner when everyone knows them, and you talk about it a lot. I've always just had things blow up so bad that one or both of us run, and then sometimes we patch it up again. My little girl's other parent and I are at least civil again,' he pauses, `Did I show you a picture? She's in elementry school still, but she's getting really strong, and a crack shot already,' he fishes out his wallet, and flips to a picture of a little violet-haired girl smiling, right hand up in a V-sign, the other wrapped loosely around the barrel of a long white and stainless steel rifle. `She's really cute,' I tell him. `Yep,' he nods, `I can't believe, sometimes, she's mine, but,' he laughs, `five hours can leave a lasting impression.' He puts his wallet away, `Did you ever tell her?' `Yes. I don't think she realized what I was telling her, and I didn't realize what she was telling me. I didn't even realize what I was telling her.' `Recently?' `No.' `And you've a boyfriend?' I nod, reluctantly. `Are you going to keep him?' `It doesn't even compare . . . ' `I didn't ask that,' he shakes his head, `Are you going to keep him?' `I don't know.' `Are you going to keep Tomoyo's girlfriend?' I blush, and stammer, `I don't know.' `Think about it, and by all means, talk to her, and your boyfriend, and her girlfriend. It can always get worse.' `That it can,' I nod. `Come, the moon will be out soon, let's go wait for your boyfriend, so we'll have a third for the dance, and I can maybe get home.' -* The gate swirls open, and Saoran smiles at me. I smile back, noticing, again, how his smile doesn't warm me as Tomoyo's does. `Thanks!' Sharon says, `I really appreciate it,' he gathers us both up in an enthusiastic hug, and kisses me on the forehead, then Saoran, `Be safe!' and grabs up the boombox before quickly walking through the portal, which closes a few minutes after he passes through. -* `Mafuyu, wait up,' I tell the girl, suddenly nervous. `What is it, Sakura?' she asks. I smile, just a tiny twitch at the corners of my lips, at the almost familial intimacy of our address, `I have a message I'd like you to give to Tomoyo.' A tiny flicker of annoyance at that lack of honorific, `OK.' `Not here, just a moment,' I grab her hand and lead her into a stairwell, out of sight temporarily, plant my back to the wall, and draw her, protesting softly, against me. `Sakura, what-' she starts. I silence her protest with my lips on hers. She doesn't fight, shocked, limp, then responds as my lips open under hers, her tongue flickering against mine, then she jerks her head back. `Wha-' I place a finger against her lips, `Please,' I look up at her, `Give that message to Tomoyo.' She's still standing there as I step out into the hallway. -* `Sakura,' Mafuyu's pissed, but trying not to show it. `What?' I try to keep the smile off my face. `Come,' and she stalks off. `What is it, Mafuyu-chan?' I ask when we stop. `Tomoyo's reply,' Mafuyu growls, eyes flashing, and presses me hard against the wall with a firm, gentle grope and a hard, passionate kiss that leaves me gasping against the back wall of the coatroom. `Wow,' I smile, giddy, and do my level best to kiss the scowl off Mafuyu's face. It doesn't work very well. `What was that?' she grouses. `Tip for the delivery girl?' -* `Well,' I tell Kero, who stops pretending he's a stuffed animal and flies over, `That was very interesting.' `Oh?' `I had Mafuyu pass Tomoyo a second-hand kiss,' I smile, `And she actually passed it for me, which was nice of her,' I laugh a little at the sillyness of that, `And it was very nice, because it was for Tomoyo,' I look at Kero, and he nods, not looking, suprisingly, very surprised, `And Tomoyo had her pass me one, and that was very nice indeed, and then I kissed her, just for her, and it wasn't bad at all,' I shrug, `I think, in fact, it was nicer than kissing Saoran.' `So, what are you going to do about it?' `I don't know.' ~*~ Several kilometers away, a young woman of about seventeen looks around, then shoves her short brown hair back before setting her hand back on her helmet, `He's gone, El Tee,' she says. `This is an informal search, Fuuko,' 1LT Kinomoto says, `So Sakura's fine.' Like Fuuko, Kinomoto Sakura is in full combat-kit, Adaptive Cloth over Segmi, helmet clipped to her LBV. `Sure it is, LT, and Chief won't glare at me for it. Right,' SGT Kuzuha shakes her head, `Anyway, he's been gone for at least a day, maybe two or three.' `I won't glare,' 2WO Daidouji says, `I'll just clutch posessively.' `Sure, Chief, sure. Anyway, the area's clear, so we can bring the others through,' SGT Kuzuha smiles, `It's kinda pretty here.' `Windy! Flower! Dark! Light!' the lieutenant calls, a bird-headed baton in hand, and four female forms swirl into view around her, `Go, see if you can find his entrance and exit points, and any hassles we'll have to deal with, please,' she tells them. `As you wish,' the Light says, then slips from the area with the Dark. `Of course, Sakura-chan,' Windy says, carressing Kinomoto's cheek before kissing Daidouji on her way out, Flower at her side, in a different direction than Dark and Light. `We'll be here a day or two, if you want to take your wife around,' 2WO Daidouji tells the smirking sergeant. `Nice. I hope we don't have to go chasing you through three hells again, Chief.' `That was one world out of seventeen, so far!' she laughs, `And you said it was fun at the time.' `Yeah, but we'd be home by now, if we hadn't blown a week on that,' Fuuko pauses, noticing the look on the warrant officer's face, `I'm just griping, soldiers privilege.' `OK. Comms are up, sir,' she tells her wife. `Good,' Kinomoto smiles back, and gets a quick kiss. -* The group settles into a convienient bus shelter, and look out at the rain. Windy and a slightly draggled Flower return, grab Amawa Hibiki for a quick swirl of dancing laughter, much to her daughter's delight, then report, `Saoran and Sakura danced him out, and Tomoyo's involved with Mafuyu, of all people. Didn't see Sae, she might not have shown up yet, or she may not be coming,' Flower says, then gives the three-year-old on Hibiki's back a quick kiss on the forehead before swirling out of sight. `Hmm,' Sakura says, taking out her slate and calling up a map of Tokyo, `Where were the entrance and exit?' `Same place, right,' Windy draws a transparent finger over the screen, `here. The gates were about three meters apart.' ~*~ `Sakura!' Tomoyo's voice comes over the phone. `Tomoyo, what is it?' `Come to my house, I think you need to see this.' -* I drop lightly to the ground, shake the water from my wings, then let them fold and dissipate. `You're so cute when you're young,' someone who almost sounds like Tomoyo says, and I turn to look. A bunch of people in bulky, wet, grey clothing are dripping on the porch, along with several floating heads . . . no, their clothing is just really hard to see, even though it is just as wet as the others. A little girl, clad in bright ribbons over the same mottled grey as the rest is playing with _Dark_? One of the floating heads is Tomoyo's, but older. Near her, partly turned to face her, barely visible arm wrapped around barely visible shoulder, is an older me. -* `Wake up,' Tomoyo's telling me, a soft hand on my shoulder. `She's coming to,' a voice I don't know says, `No, let the frog go, Mikura. Not in Sakura's shirt, either.' I turn to look at that. My eyes trace up the distortion covering a young woman with short redish hair, nearly a hundred and seventy centimeters tall. She is smiling, despite the firm tone, and the little girl is looking disappointed, a large bullfrog cought between her hands. `But Papa! Sakura-neechan likes frogs!' `Go show the LT, then, not this one, OK?' `OK, Papa!' the little girl runs up, turning a little bit to hold the frog up. `What a nice frog,' the other me says, reaching out to accept the fairly calm creature. `Yes! Tomoyo-neechan always has the best frogs!' I look up at Tomoyo, and she smiles down at me. She helps me sit up, and I turn towards the girl's "Papa", since she seems to be in charge, `What's going on?' `We lost a soldier at the platoon picnic, so we're out looking for him, the rat-bastard.' I blink, `What?' `SGT Sharon got lost at the platoon picnic, again, and despite standing orders to stay put and wait for us to come get him, he's wandering.' `Oh. So I shouldn't have helped him leave?' `It's just a little inconvienient. I'm Sergeant Kuzuha Fuuko,' she waves at the little girl and the other me and Tomoyo, `You know Lieutenant Kinomoto and Chief Daidouji, the monster is my daughter, Mikura, and,' she turns, calls louder, `Hibiki!' One of the people in grey turns, smiles, waves, `That's my wife, Amawa Hibiki.' I wave back, as does Tomoyo. `Our Platoon Sergeant, Sergeant Fukuzawa,' another of the floating heads waves, her pale brown hair cut short, `her wife, Sachiko,' a long-haired elegant woman in grey, `Their daughter, Usagi,' a girl of about ten, her hair buzzed down to a couple millimeters long, waves, then turns back to the other grey-clad girl, `SGT Sharon's daughter, Minako,' the blue-haired girl waves, `and his SO, Masato,' an older man, looking like he's in his late twenties. `Corporals Tael and Lee,' a female and male head wave, `PFC Olds,' a young man waves, `PFC Maeuchi,' a young woman waves from her place wrapped in the arms of an older grey-clad woman, `and PV2 Matamoro,' a very young looking hispanic man, `Chiemi's with Maeuchi,' the older woman raises her hand. `Misato,' a tall, blonde woman introduces herself, `I'm Steven's,' she pauses, looks at the green-haired woman, `Intended.' CPL Tael smiles back at her. `Cho Eun Hee,' a short purple-haired woman says, and wraps an arm about CPL Lee. `Lee Tae Ho,' a young Korean man, `Michael's boyfriend.' PFC Olds blushes. `I'm Rommel's older brother, Ruben,' says the burly dark-skinned man. `And then we have the tag-alongs, Sailor Discordia,' the Indian woman smiles, teeth blindingly white against her dark, fine-boned face, snow blowing across a pine-wooded mountainside through her short-skirted uniform, like it's a window into another place, the same pattern on the high-heeled boots and elbow-length gloves. She wiggles her fingers at me with a smirk. `And her guests from America, Faith,' a dark-haired woman in her twenties, who waves, `Ranma,' a red-haired Japanese woman in the same hard to see material as the soldiers, `and Buffy,' a blond woman, shorter than Faith but taller than Ranma. `I've asked my mother, so you can borrow the big room for crash space, and shell out in the end room,' and I realize she'd slipped away during the introductions. `Thanks,' the other Sakura says, grabbing her Tomoyo's hand and leading them into the house. -* They chatter and laugh as they strip in Tomoyo's sewing room, digging out normal clothes and changing out of what I now realize is armor without any discomfort at their mixed company. The girl in the skirt, Sailor, or whatever, just shifted, a little blur, and then she was in a long-sleeved shirt and jeans. She's, um, helping, the three from America change. I blush, and turn away as they giggle. The little girl with the buzz-cut has changed into a black t-shirt and baggy black jeans, with scuffed black boots and the glitter of several small stones in each ear, and is tucking something black into her pocket. SGT Fukuzawa shrugs into a mass of straps and mesh, which resolves into a kind of vest, the pockets of which she proceeds to fill with things she pulls out of her armor, two identical silver pistols with pearl grips she holsters behind her head, a little black pistol she tucks into a pocket on her belly, and enough ammunition for a small war, before she casually throws a light green silk shirt on over it. Her wife doesn't seem to be wearing the same kind of vest, but tucks a little holstered silver gun into the waistband of her skirt, and flops her shirt over it. Everyone of them is armed, I realize, except the little girl, Mikura. I look at the older me, who smiles back, drops the slide on a pistol, and holsters it behind her head. `What is going on here?' I ask, `Are you expecting something bad to happen?' `No,' Ranma answers for the group, slinging something covered in distortion over her shoulder, `Or we wouldn't be shelling out. This is just caution.' `Says the girl with the autoloading ten gauge over her shoulder,' Buffy says, wrapping the smaller woman in her arms. `Says the twenty-three year old vampire slayer, old woman.' `You're so cute,' and Buffy kisses her. `Mama! She's eating her face!' Mikura says, laughing. Everyone else laughs, too. I look at Tomoyo, who seems about as nonplussed as I. -* `Mafuyu-chan!' the other Tomoyo grabs the girl up, and gives her a squeeze before tossing her lightly into the air. `Tomoyo?!' `We've guests,' Tomoyo says, and Mafuyu spends several hilarious seconds looking back and forth between the two Tomoyos. From behind me Sergeant Kuzuha asks, `Who's got weapon's guard this time?' `I'll take it,' Masato says, `If I can let Minako run with your Usagi, Smoke.' SFC Fukuzawa answers, `Should be fine,' over the two girls synchronous plea. `Smoke?' I ask. `Jargon for Platoon Sergeant. Used to just be Artillery, but it's spread thoughout the Tegun, at least.' `Tegun?' `Teleport troops,' SFC Fukuzawa says. `Oh.' `Sakura,' Ranma says, a smile on her face, `This is Triguna,' she indicates the tall Indian girl next to her, `And we'd like to take you out with us,' she points towards Faith and Buffy with her chin. `Me?' `And Tomoyo and Mafuyu and Saoran.' `Oh.' -* `I,' *BLAM* `Fucking,' *BLAM* `Hate,' *BLAM* `Gaki,' Ranma says, punctuating the short English sentance with the pistol-gripped shotgun she's firing one-handed. The gaki starts to get up again, four holes big enough to throw a softball through blown out of its chest. It blinks, staring down the cavernous barrel of the ten-gauge, a blue dot glowing between and below its eyes, and Ranma makes one last attempt, `So, are you going to calm down, or am I gonna have to kill you?' The gaki responds with a snarl and attempted grab with its clawed fingers. *BLAM* Ranma starts wiping at the splattered blood on her face, and Buffy comes up, pulling a premoistened towelette out of a pack marked `Soldier Wipes,' and proceeding to mop the slightly protesting girl clean. `I thought gaki were ghosts,' Mafuyu says shakily, from her position clutched in Tomoyo's arms, blood weeping slowly from her neck under my hand. `There's two kinds, the ghost kind, which is generally harmless, and kinda sad, and the critter kind, which is just messy and stupid,' Ranma says. `She stop bleeding yet?' Faith asks, helping Saoran to his feet. He looks like he's fine. `Not yet, but it's really slow.' `Good, let's get a bandage on that, then,' and incredibly strong fingers gently pull my hand away, then wipe iodine on before applying a large bandaid to the shallow wound. Ranma's spun the six-tube cylinder beneath the barrel, and is feeding shells into one of them, then spins it back. She shifts her grip to the middle of the gun, and threads it back into the bag on her back, folding the cover over it so that once again it almost disappears. `What's wrong with the "Critter kind,"' Mafuyu asks, touching her bandaid, `Other than that they bite?' `Nermal vamps go "Poof" when you kill them, burn up from the inside,' Faith answers, `Egyptian vamps are harder to kill, and generally cause less trouble, but they go "Poof" too. Gaki are demons, so.' `You have to do something with the corpse,' Ranma finishes, `And they're even less flamable than people.' `Ew,' Saoran says. Maybe he's not fine. `Sakura,' Faith leans close, `I think he's got a mild concussion, so watch out for him, OK?' `Gotcha,' I tell her. A sparkle of light, and Triguna is replaced by Sailor Discordia, dressed in blue sky and sunlight over blowing sand. A short gesture and a whispered word, and the Gaki's body explodes, a great muffled *POP* leaving behind nothing but a circular splash of soot on the puddled blood. Discordia smiles, a brief childlike clap, and a giggle, and then she drops back to being Triguna. `Trig says I can drive, for a bit,' she says, an entirely different smile on her face, a different cant to her eyes, `I'm Claudia, by the by.' `Oh?' Tomoyo asks, from her place nuzzled against the uninjured side of Mafuyu's neck. `Yeah, it's a longish story, but the short is Tri's mother-in-law tried to kill her, she used much magic to stop her, nearly killing herself, and I swooped in to snatch her body before it died, but she hadn't left yet, so we decided to share.' Her face settles back into its earlier cast, `Or more like, she offered me my life in exchange for my body. She's the Sailor, or should have been.' Claudia smiles at us, `As I said.' -* `Nermals!' Buffy calls, pulling out a wooden stake. `I see 'em,' Ranma says, reaching back over her shoulder, `but there's no backstop.' `Fuck,' Faith says, a wooden stake in her hands as well. `Left,' Ranma calls, dodging that way. `Right,' Faith calls. `I always get center!' whines Buffy, a laugh trying to break out. Five of them are dead before I can decide what to do, and the other three are running. `We should follow,' Mafuyu says, catching Tomoyo's hand in one of hers, and mine in the other. I grab Saoran, and half-drag him with us after our . . . escort. We catch up to them because they've stopped outside a heavy-looking steel door. Ranma's got the shotgun out, and calls out `catch!' as we come pounding up. She does something, and Buffy catches a flying shell, then *BLAM**CRACK* the latch and knob practically vanish. Buffy tucks the shell into Ranma's pocket, and they rush inside. We follow, and find Faith leaning over a girl, and Buffy checking on a guy as Ranma and Discordia clear the rest of the building. `Triguna!' Buffy yells. `Fuck!' Ranma's voice echos down the hall, then a *BLAM**BLAM**BLAM* Discordia and Ranma come running back down the hall. `What is it?' Discordia asks. `He's bled really bad,' Buffy says. `She'll survive, perhaps,' Faith says, wrapping the tails of a bandage around the girl's chest, `Needs blood, of course.' `Hmm,' Discordia closes her eyes, and the blood splattered around the room gathers itself up, and flows back into its former owners, drops coalescing out of the air to join it. `His pulse is steady,' Buffy says. `So's hers.' `Good,' Discordia drops to her knees, and Triguna murmors `Carry me,' before slumping towards the floor. Ranma catches her about the waist before she goes far. `Call the cops, tell them there's been a disturbance,' Buffy says, `And we're splitting.' Tomoyo pulls her phone out and dials. -* `Bah,' Ranma says, `Where are we going to go eat?' `What do you want?' `The same thing she always wants, most likely Mexican, which she says we can't find in Tokyo, or Italian.' `Right,' Ranma agrees, `Trying to find a good Mexican restraunt in Tokyo's like trying to find lobster in Mogadishu, even now.' `So, you want Italian,' Mafuyu says, and turns to Tomoyo, `Where to?' Tomoyo looks at the tall Indian girl mostly sleeping on Ranma's much shorter shoulder, then turns to me, `Any clue?' `Onii-chan or Yukito should know somewhere,' I say, `They're always eating out.' -* Luckily nothing attacks at the restraunt, and the Tiramisu that Ranma insists we have is very good. Too sweet, though. Saoran is tracking again, so that's good. -* *BLAM**CRACKLE* the vampire turns to ash. `So,' Mafuyu asks, `Is this going to continue happening after you leave?' `Probably not,' Faith says, `We've got seven weirdness magnets here, out of a party of eight. Only four of them are staying, so it should go back to normal.' `Oh,' I say, `So which of you isn't a "weirdness magnet"?' `Me.' `Oh.' -* `Here,' I help Tomoyo and Mafuyu up the stairs, Saoran asleep in Faith's arms behind us. `In,' Tomoyo says, as I tuck her into the bed next to Mafuyu. I blink, then crawl sleepily in after her, still mostly dressed like they are. Faith tucks Saoran in behind me, and he nuzzles into my neck, still asleep. I throw an arm over Tomoyo's middle, my hand falling easily on Mafuyu's hip. `G'night,' Mafuyu mumbles, and that's the last thing I remember. -* `Morning, dear,' Mafuyu says sleepily, and kisses me. `Gyah!' Saoran shrieks, and falls out of bed. `Sakura, would you not kiss my girlfriend in my bed over my head?' `Sorry,' I say, and kiss her instead. She kisses back eagerly. `So,' Saoran says, `You finally figured it out,' he leans in, kisses me on the forehead, `Thank you,' gathers his clothes, and starts out the door. I stare after him for a moment while a blushing Mafuyu kisses Tomoyo behind me, then run after. `Saoran,' I catch him at the door, `What's up?' `I knew you'd figure it out eventually, so I was waiting, and it was nice,' he says, his eyes glittering, `But I knew you'd never be as happy with me as you would be with her, so,' he shrugs, and somthing we trails down his cheek. `You don't have to leave,' I tell him, `Or at least probably not,' I gather him into my arms, `I haven't asked, yet.' `I would have told you, earlier, if I could, it's not that I don't like Tomoyo, but I don't love her, and I know I'd be jealous, and it would hurt, and no, I'm not going to fight, or put myself in a place to be hurt like that,' he wiggles free, `I'll see you Monday,' and he flees. I sit down on the genkan step, and watch him leave. After a while, Tomoyo and Mafuyu join me, each wrapping an arm around me. ~*~ `Today, we're going for a nice long, fast run. Forty klicks, one hour,' SFC Fukuzawa smiles a mildly sadistic smile at her formation from under her raised Menpo. Someone groans for effect. `Extend to the left, March!' ~*~ `They are so,' Mafuyu watches the group run off, then goes silent. `Hard Core, is the jargon,' Masato says, from his place on the porch next to them, standing watch over the group's packs and heavy weapons. `Something like that,' Mafuyu says, smiling. -* Half of them are staggering, but Ranma is running on her hands as they come back into the yard, barely visible in her adaptive cloth. Ranma flips to her feet and walks backwards in front of the formation, `Come on you slackers, fifty more meters, then you can walk it off,' she taunts. -* After much moaning, groaning, and several showers, everyone gathers up their weapons, packs, and sleeping children. 1LT Kinomoto smiles at me, `Anything else to deal with?' `Not once you leave,' I smile, `How many weirdness magnets do you have in your platoon?' `Nine in the platoon, plus most of the SOs, and I think Smoke's Usagi is one too, but I'm not sure about Minako yet, and I think Mikura is, but both her parents are, so it's hard to tell.' `Gyeh.' `It makes things interesting,' Smoke Fukuzawa says, `But difficult, sometimes.' -* `Hopefully we won't see you again,' Buffy says, `Although it was a lot less stressful than the world where Tomoyo decided Sakura didn't love her, killed herself, and we had to help Sakura track her down in hell,' she gives a theatrical shudder. `What?!' Mafuyu says. `You didn't hear that,' Buffy says weakly. `Of course not,' Tomoyo agrees. The gate opens again, and the rest of the group filters out. -* `So,' Mafuyu catches my hands in hers, `You're not going to try and give me the shove off?' `No,' I lean in and kiss her. Tomoyo squeals and wraps us both in her arms. Sometimes I'm not the brightest person, but sometimes I have my moments. Even if I have to have it pointed out quite plainly. ~*~ Fin ~*~ --- log: 3171/Bureaucracy/51: Started 3171/Bureaucracy/59: Continued 3171/Aftermath/2: Continued. Over three weeks since I wrote anything. Bah. 3171/Aftermath/12: Continued. 3172/Discord/13: Tiny typo fixed. 3172/Bureaucracy/73: Another tiny typo.