[open] And the nights, they last forever...

[the_horror]

WHO: The Hargreeves + Guests
WHERE: Various Cities
WHEN: Month of May
WHAT: Mass log of idiots to keep from flooding others. A log for all things Hargreeves, their Adventures, and those trying to befriend them.
WARNINGS: Obligatory CW for: drugs, alcohol, mentions of death, and mentions of child abuse. You know, the normal things.

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For Diego and later Five.

[the_horror]

He was already at a porter, already starting his way there in case he could meet up with Diego. The Porter had become second nature for when someone showed up. He just started walking to the porter and would wait there until he knew where they would be. It was no different for Diego.

And when Five told him where he was, he moved on through the porter to that state, headed for apartment three. He honestly should have taken his bike, just to give it a nice dramatic entrance. Roll up, tip his helmet back and just 'Yo. Get on, punk' and really rile him up. But he didn't.

Instead he was... jogging, headed to Nonah Three. He ghosted so he wasn't winded, and wasn't seen either. As he approached, he saw Diego outside, making him grin. coming to a stop a good few feet away (out of swinging and throwing distance) he halted and made himself appear.

"Ahum." he cleared his throat, and if anything did get thrown at him, he would ghost out of it's way. "Going my way, sailor?"

It was Ben. Alive and whole. Solid. He was in black jeans and a button up gray shirt, his leather coat with hoodie on as well. Hands in his pockets, looking casual and alive. Sure, he looked 17 still, but he wasn't counting his age.

[deadlycurves]

As is so typical for the life of a Hargreeves, Diego feels like everything bar everything is in the biggest, most convoluted, complicated, messy tailspin it could be in so far. New world. New city. New house. New people. New job. New-new-new in every direction he spins. But the hardest to hold, to accept, new thing is: Ben. Ben alive. And solid. And whole. And real. And alive. He keeps tripping over it, every time he sees his brother's name mentioned on that stupid network. Not just Allison now, either. Other people. Part of the new. Part of the headspin. Someone new knew Ben, even if only in the barest passing definition of the word. How was that possible? ("Because he's not dead, idiot." answers a harsh voice in the back of his mind.) Whatever. Whatever. He can freak out about that later. Right now, he's going to have a drink with his older-tiny brother once... whoever Five sent to collect him gets here. He realizes he has no clue who to expect. If it's one of the siblings. If it's some friend--whatever loose definition of that, that any of them can even use about people, ever--that Five has made here. Absolutely not one single clue. That realization sets him a little on edge because he isn't sure he can trust all this new coming at him from every angle. He's sitting on the curb outside, away from the porch and the door and everyone on the other side of the door up steps and behind him. He has a knife in his hand, flipping it between his fingers as he waits just to give himself something to do that won't be pulling that stupid phone out and replying to more of the people on that post. He'll deal with them later. Or never. Whichever came first. He hears the throat being cleared and the sound does so much more under his skin than on the outside-- though the obvious parts of that second are the knife coming to a full stop, gripped in his hand, ready to use if necessary and his head snapping up and in the direction of the noise. Underneath, it was just the beginnings of a live wire powder keg ready to explode at the first sign of anything amiss. The second that stupid question is thrown at him, attached to that voice, which he suddenly and viscerally realizes he'd nearly forgotten the sound of, when his eyes land on that oh-so-familiar face, it diffuses everything. Breaks everything. It's him. It's Ben. It's real. True. He's here. Alive. For far longer than he'd like, Diego is frozen, absolutely rooted where he sits, staring open-mouthed, wide-eyed at his brother. "Uh- I-" He blinks once. Then again, hard. His own voice, or the attempted use of it, pulls his focus back and he spins the knife in his hand, pockets it and springs to his feet, a flurry of action suddenly akin to Klaus, only a blur of motion before he closes the minimal space between them and throws his arms around Ben in a tight hug. The kind of hug that's a necessity to prove this is real because no hallucination or hologram or any other fake-not-really-Ben thing could ever dream of being this solid, a thing that's tight with its desperation for that confirmation. "Shit." he huffs out the word, practically breathless.

{You know what they say, bad news travels fast » Diego/Klaus/Cassidy » Maurtia Falls #2 » 5/12

[deadlycurves]

After a less than stellar conversation with his brother over the Hargreeves clan moving into one, central place together, Diego is... frustrated. Annoyed. Irritated. Klaus has never been the best at making decent decisions, that much is expected, but from all that Diego can gather thus far, he's fallen face-first into his drug habit since arriving here. That will always sit wrong with him, for all the worry it brings along with it, even if it all takes a much angry, judgmental shape when he expresses it. He decides to try to confront the whole ordeal, head-on. That's the easiest and quickest way to deal with things, and his usual choice if he isn't choosing to box it away and never let it see the light of day again. He's making that second choice a lot lately, because a lot of things feel a lot less like things he can take action toward yet. But this is actionable and he's determined. He makes his way to Maurtia Falls, hoping to find Klaus at Allison's-- she said he stopped by with his usual hectic version of regularity, and had added a specific note about "when he's trying to score". Considering the wildly up-and-down emotions all across their sister's housing idea conversation, Diego can only assume the worst. Good and celebratory, bad and depression-ridden, Klaus answer is always the same. He stands at the front door, debates for the smallest moment, barging in without invitation at all, before he pounds on the door three times in quick-succession. It might even sound a little like what people tend to coin a 'cop knock'. Oops?

[hellogoodhigh]

Three times in quick succession is enough to sound like the cops, honestly.
And Klaus, who's in the middle of celebrating his recent liberation from the 1-800-1-SEANCE halls is honestly not in the mood for it.

"Be back in a sec." He laughs at Cass as he passes his joint away, getting up and dusting himself off.
He knows he has probable cause written all over him- between the bruises on his neck from one of his lovers of the day and the drugs that hang heavy on his clothes, scent thick as smoke, but he doesn't care- he's already gotten high, celebrating another liberation, another step back into his old habits and old life.

Before that week that sent him crashing headlong into sobriety and all the painful open doors that came with it.

"Hold on a sec, I'm going to need to see a warran-" He opens the door and stops. Staring Diego dead in the face. Leaning against the door frame and crossing his arms to do his best to keep his arguably second or first favorite depending on the day brother from entering.

"Allison's not here."

For Klaus + Argument

[the_horror]

Ben had been taking to busting some bullies over there at the Falls, playing around at night and being a crime fighter. It was a lot more fun than expected. Not having to do what others say, not working as a secondary or finishing move for a team, and generally getting a job done with no one noticing.

Tonight was a bit messy, but he was still moving so it didn't really matter, did it? He did what he meant to do and got home anyhow. Pulling up on his bike he parked it near the house, seeing a figure at the front porch, making him frown.

It was Klaus. He wondered how long he had been there. Ben hadn't checked his device for a bit, so if the other text him, he missed it. Removing his helmet he got off the bike and paused, grunting as he held his side. Fuck, that hurt. He sucked in a breath though, hoping the other didn't catch that. Instead he started for the front porch, and Klaus.

"What are you doing here?" He asked causally, helmet in one hand, his other hand holding his side. "Isn't it a bit late to be hanging outside my place?" He'd assumed the other would be staying at one of his other homes after all.

[hellogoodhigh]

It's been... longer than Klaus wants to admit, reaching out again to Ben. But in the wake of his latest disasters- first with Allison, then with Diego, he could really use his closest friend. He's broken his rule to avoid contact unless an emergency, to hang back at a distance so Ben can live his life and not see Klaus wasting his.

"Nice bike." He grins, and it falls for a moment as he sees Ben holding his side.
"What's wrong?"

It shouldn't be the first thought, but he can't help it. Seeing Ben, that hole in his stomach, blood, so much blood- And it has him up off the steps, crushing the remains of a joint under his sneakers, reaching out to his brother to see that he's still solid, that he's okay.

Diego { Face down in the desert now there’s a cage locked around my heart

[numberthree]

Allison is in Nonah like she is often for coffee with Vanya, but this time she has a secondary reason to be there. It's planned for after coffee, and she does mention it during coffee. She's decided that as much as she can, she'll be not just honest, but upfront, with Vanya. Not hiding. Not making excuses. Not choosing for her what she wants or needs to know. For better or worse, there's too much there and she doesn't want Vanya to have any extra reasons to doubt her. Any more than the ones they already have.

All the sins they can't outrun. Can't go back and change.
But she can keep showing up, keep being honest.
Keep choosing a different path with her sister.
Keep choosing to be a sister now.

After coffee finds her standing on the sidewalk as she consults a map for which direction the place she's going is.

[deadlycurves]

Diego is.... settling, here. Sort of? Settling is really the wrong word, because it brings along with it a sense of complacency, which he doesn't have about anything about being here at all. Adjusting, maybe, is more right, even if that still feels off, too. There's something of a routine he's finding himself falling into, at least. He does better when he has one, instead of stumbling his way through uncertainty, something to draw his focus. He's in the middle of his morning run when he sees an all too familiar figure just ahead, studying a map. He frowns and pushes off a little harder on his next step, picking up his speed to close the distance a little quicker, slowing to a stop next to his sister, "What're you doing?"

Mass Family Texts » 5/12

[deadlycurves]

[Set at some vague point evening-time after this scene]

Hey...
did you guys know there's words in other worlds for people like us?
Like... people with powers or whatever?
Am I the only one really weirded out by that?

[the_horror]

what, like mutants and superheroes and villains?

[hellogoodhigh]

not really
we were 'different' back home
guess it's kinda cool there's names for people with powers like us but

[numberthree]

There're a few.

The network is littered with them sometimes.

May 17 - { Getting the Band Back Together

[hellogoodhigh]

Some things never change, he guesses.

Like the fact that, no matter where they seem to go, trouble always finds them. Of course, he doesn't know what to expect given that pulling a bunch of people together for a superhero party always draws out someone- or in this case, something.

Something bone-chillingly familiar.

Something from his worst recurring nightmares.

The dead have risen out of lake Tahoe, grotesque and rotted bodies, twisted and snarling and attacking the living like the very ghosts that had clawed at him when he was trapped in the mausoleum.

His first instinct is to run. To grab Luther's arm and try to drag him away. There's no bargaining with the dead when they're in this state, and with physical bodies? You'd have to hold them down to even talk to them.

"Luther-" And then his eyes land on a familiar face, and any thought of running goes straight out of the window. Because while Diego can handle himself in a fight? He's outnumbered. And despite their recent fight, whatever they are, they're still family.

So he grabs the nearest thing that he can pick up- a sign greeting imPorts to the museum- and races forward.
"Hey asshole-!" He shouts at the revenant, and he's surprised when it actually looks his way!
"Come on!"

+ mental network

[obediences]

"We really need to get you carrying some real weapons—" Luther starts as he follows after, Klaus brandishing the wooden sign like the world's most cheery, welcoming bludgeon. But Luther doesn't hesitate before coming with, both of them hurtling pell-mell across the lawn towards their brother at the water's edge.

(The thought occurs to him, distantly, that he's impressed Klaus rose to the occasion; didn't run, didn't just turn tail and flee while Luther was distracted. That's something. That's progress. Means that not all of the training has rusted and gone to rot in Number Four, and some of those instincts might still be in there.)

And then, because he's practically been waiting for a goddamned occasion to use this ability in an actual combat situation, he fires a quick-blast message to the rest of their siblings using the mental network:

To: Allison Hargreeves; Five Hargreeves; Ben Hargreeves; Vanya Hargreeves
Living dead at Lake Tahoe. Klaus and me are with Diego

It's less a call to action summoning the team back together; more of a warning and a headsup, an exercise in transparency.

...But it could be a call to action and backup, too, for any of them who are still nearby -- he knows Allison is around but isn't sure if she's already left the lakeside, isn't sure how far the range is on Five's teleportation. But at least it's there.

{Pointing fingers to shift the blame » Cassidy » Maurtia Falls #2 » 5/24

[deadlycurves]

All Diego needed to know was that Klaus was laid up in the hospital after an overdose to know exactly where to direct the ever-rising anger swelling up and taking up a home in his chest. He wastes no time, heading to Maurtia Falls immediately to confront the obvious problem. He pounds on the front door of #2 with the same, too-quick knock he'd greeted this house with the last time he was here. Klaus would probably be pissed at him if he knew where he was, but luckily, no one is any the wiser about Diego's current whereabouts. He'll deal with whatever fallout he gets with his brother after the fact, it'll be worth it to make a point to the asshole he hopes is the one to answer the door.

[crassidy]

Cassidy actually being home isn't always common, but somehow Diego always manages to time it just right.

The knock isn't something he really recognises as Diego's, high and clueless as he was last and this time, but it's vaguely familiar as the good ol' cop knock. When Cassidy answers the door he doesn't seem all that concerned by the chances of a cop though, swinging it open with a half-smoked joint dangling from his lips, and eyebrow arched.

"Yeah?-- Oh, it's you." Sorry not sorry if he doesn't sound too excited about it.

May 17 - for Klaus @ the museum

[obediences]

It's Diego's swear-in, but that's not the only reason the Hargreeves family is in attendance. They're not there for the Tessie mission -- that particular bugbear is someone else's problem to handle, he figures -- but Klaus expressed an interest in the cryptid museum, and Luther's never been to a museum when he wasn't foiling a heist at midnight, so he's intrigued. Plus, it's more time spent with his mess of a brother. It's more time being a family. He's more than fine with that.

And once they get into the museum itself, it's once again blindingly apparent how very different these two brothers are. Luther goes from display case to display case, studiously reading every. single. plaque. no matter how absurd they are, and he presses his nose up close to the glass to take everything in. Methodically filing everything away while he reads. Klaus is more restless, moving on like a gadly as different things capture his attention (and there is so very much to look at here); simultaneously keeping up a running commentary that both serves a) for Luther to have a sense of where his brother is at any given moment, and b) to get the occasional squint of disapproval and hush! from another museum-goer.

"Does any of this look familiar to you?" Luther asks, looking at something that purports to be chupacabra bones.

[hellogoodhigh]

It’s curios and curiosities, hoaxes and- honestly as far as he’s concerned- bones of things that could have been left behind by other imPorts. Floating things in jars and posters of aliens, knickknacks from purportedly across the globe.

“Yeah, you know, I think I saw some of this in dad’s study.” He comments as he looks at a particularly old gazing orb and spirit board. The old wood honestly looks eeriest similar to one he used when he was a kid, back when he was first harnessing his powers.
“... Board’s useless, though. Aren’t any ghosts outside of Jeopardy.”

He shrugs as he moves on to a collection of hazy photographs- more than likely bugs or dust than any “orbs”, and openly scoffing at the pictures.
“Honestly surprised there wasn't more than one skull in that library. I mean really!”

May 24 - { Tongue tied and oh so squeamish

[hellogoodhigh]

Overdose.

It's not the first time that he's ended up in the back of an ambulance, shirt yanked open and paddles pressed against his chest when his heart stops beating. Slipping back between the realms of the living and the dead and always ending up on the wrong side of the coin. What it is the first time for, however, is waking up alone.

Ben is usually the one beside him, finally tangible, visible despite how much he's tried to push him away. Diego usually ends up coming into the picture somewhere- mostly because he's on his way back into court ordered rehab.

But he's never been alone.

In and out of conciousness, he slips through memories like water through a sieve. The barest whispers of remembering Allison's fears of finding out from the paparrazi, the fights, those damn ghoulish creatures at the lake-

Lazily, he opens an eye, and finds himself not entirely alone anymore.

Looks like his family- all six of them- have been notified, from the voices right outside his door.
Time to sit up and deal with the consequences as that door opens, and he's reaching for a cup of water with the slightest tremble in his hands.

"You can save the 'I told you so's." He manages a grumble.

But at least he's not alone anymore.

[the_horror]

When Ben got the word about Klaus and his OD and him being in the hospital, he dropped everything he was doing and went right for him. The only indication that Ben was there at all was his motorcycle was parked somewhere in the parking lot, helmet left on a handle bar and forgotten. Careless and uncaring how it would come out in the end. Though most of his siblings hadn't seen the bike yet, so even then they might not realize he was there or not.

He went Ghost the instant he was off the bike. Darting through the double sliding glass doors at the front, moving right to the nurses station and not asking, but looking himself for where his room was. He didn't have time to ask to see him or explain that yes, he was family, even if he didn't look it.

As he went to the floor Klaus was on he fought back angry tears. He should have been there. He would have been there before. He could have... have... well, done nothing if it was like before. But he would have at least been there.

He ducked through another nurses station and went to Klaus' room, seeing him laying in bed, sleep still. "You idiot..." He whispered to Klaus, standing there as a ghost, unseen to all, crying. His hand lifted to wipe at his eyes and he sniffed, clearing his head a bit, but he said nothing for a while. He paced, waiting for the other to wake. He could hear others outside the door as well.

Ben wasn't sure how long he had been alone in there with him, but he stood there silent, unseen, and annoyed. Sad. The last words he said to the other were mean. He pushed him away as hard as Klaus pushed Ben away. It bothered him to leave things on a dark note like that. And now this?

When Klaus moved for water, hand shaking, he almost moved to reach for it, to help, but then drew back, rubbing at his face again and moving to put himself against a wall. Klaus was talking, and the door was opening.

Ben stayed silent and invisible to all, even Klaus.

Luther { don't let me, don't let me, don't let me drown, keep my head above water

[numberthree]

[ A little earlier than Klaus's above thread waking up. ]

Allison hates hospitals. Except for sets. They'd never needed one, never even been to one, as children. Unless maybe they'd been born in them, and never know. They'd always had their own. The Infirmary. Their Mom. Hospitals seem so impersonal, and they smell of bleach and some combination of chemicals that get stuck in the back of her throat until she can't breathe or swallow without tasting it.

The last time she was in one, a real one, Claire had a fever of 103 and the whole thing was a nightmare. This is a nightmare. This room. The floor with its smell. The fluorescent lights with their just barely there hum and flicker. The seats with their boring faded teal color. The footsteps of nurses. The footsteps of her own family. The fact Ben is still missing even though everyone's tried to reach him since Five got them all. The stillness the shifting.

She hates this. She hates all of it. Keeps replaying the expression on his face when she kicked him out.
The beat of her thumb against her other hand vaguely in time with either her heartbeat or the hum of the lights.
Hours, and hours. They say no news is good news, but it feels like each new minute is a new chance for bad news.

[obediences]

None of them are good at waiting, at all — the Umbrella Academy was built for leaping into action, for agency and quick decisions and jumping into the mix. They don't like sitting on their hands. They don't like helplessness.

And this. This is something they can't just fix.

Luther's never been to a hospital before, period, so he finds himself restlessly pacing up and down those too-small corridors, pausing meekly by the wall whenever someone has to squeeze past him. He stops by the nearest vending machine, stares blankly at its buttons as if he can't quite figure out how it works — before he manages to feed it some wrinkled dollar bills and retrieve two coffees in small styrofoam cups. Another nurse edges past him, and he catches that impatient twist to her expression, and knows that he's just in the way like this. He needs to get out of the way.

So: back to the waiting room, claustrophobic in its uselessness, their siblings killing time by measured degrees. He can read their restlessness in the bobbing of a knee, the drumming of fingers on metal chair arms. If Klaus had been here, he'd have been cracking jokes to liven them all up. But Luther can't. After that initial proclamation of "He'll be okay", delivered to the whole group in his very best leadery voice, he'd settled into silence and simply waiting it out, like he always does.

And he pauses by Allison's side, sinks into the too-small chair beside her, and mutely holds out one of the cups. He could talk, but the message blooms up in her vision instead:

How are you holding up?

Klaus @ Hospital, after family events...

[the_horror]

[Sometime after everyone has had a moment to see their stupid brother.]

Ben hates hospitals as well. He's been in too many of them. Not for himself, no, he'd already been dead, but for this exact same reason. Klaus. Klaus doing too much. Pushing his limits too far. Ben gets the need to want to damper the powers, but he doesn't get the going over board with it.

It pisses him off as much as it makes him feel helpless and sad.

After Ben was caught that he was actually in the hospital room like all the others, Ben sat silent in a chair and just watched. Watched as his siblings reacted in their own ways to this. And as they started to go, he promised the last one that he'd chill there for a while longer. He needed some time with his idiot brother.

When it was just the two of them, he stayed silent, sitting in the chair and looking across the room at Klaus. How to even breach anything he wanted to say? There was so much he wanted to say. He still felt so god damn HELPLESS in this situation and he was alive now! That didn't seem fair at all. And what would he have done anyhow?

He sat silent for a while, chewing on his lower lip and trying to make his voice work. Maybe he should come closer. Come near the bed and all. So he stood, and moved to a closer chair. Plopping down into it and not looking at Klaus. Just looking down at his own hands. "You're such a god damn idiot." He said on a whisper, trying to school his voice so it didn't crack.

[hellogoodhigh]

The silence between them is like a great wall, each passing moment another brick that is added to the masonry.

They don't speak. Not really. Not in the time that the rest of the family visits. And Klaus can't even bear to look at him, the chasm between them feeling so wide and so deep that mere words cannot reach across it.

When they are alone? Klaus lays back into his hospital bed, refusing to look at him-
And he speaks. Dragging him across that chasm, back to the bond that they had shared since they were small. His partner in the field, his protector, his guardian ghost who had talked him through panic attacks, through dope sickness, through nightmares and overdoses and waking up in the hospital once again.

"I know." His voice is tight, and tears threaten to strain his voice.
"I know, I'm so sorry-" He turns to look at him, and he cannot hold it back anymore.
"Ben-"

mid-May sometime: for Ben @ the escape room

[obediences]

After all the chaos of the dreaming gone wrong, and Luther finding himself back in his old oversized self — like a wound ripped open again, unprepared for how much that stung, too — he’s back to grasping for an attempt at normalcy. As much as something can be normal in this place. So Ben and Luther have been locked into a room at a brightly-lit establishment in De Chima, Mission to Mars themed. (A little on the nose, a little bitter on his tongue, but Luther was the one who suggested that particular room. Trying to desensitise himself to this as much he can.)

Once the door shut behind them, Luther waited for the pang of possible claustrophobia to hit him, but he’d spent so long in an even smaller space that it actually doesn’t bother him half as much as crowds do. He takes a deep breath, looks around at the fake consoles, the immobile plastic hatches, the light-up displays with the ominous counter starting at 60:00. Bemused.

“Can you believe that people actually do this risk-free?” It’s close enough to what they’d done as kids — training, ever training, always — but if Sir Reginald Hargreeves had been running this, there would’ve been an actual bomb at the end of that countdown.

[the_horror]

Ben thought the room choice was a bit strange at first. Okay, maybe he figured it would have been the last one on Luther's choice list, but here they were. Not doing a heist or hitting some prison to break out of, but a mission on mars.

Suited Ben just fine, really. All of them looked fun to him, but this one could be done by two people and so here they were. The guide escorted them in, explained the 60 minute time period, and gave them a radio for their three clues if they needed it. Ben was going to try to do this with out a clue at all. Or so he hoped.

The door closed, he stood there, jaw dropped a bit at the level of theatrics this place had built. "Risk free. No punishment for failure. No one to shame you for not passing. Seems kind of nice." He said, moving to slip past Luther and run his hand down a wall. "Not that I think we're going to fail this, but it's a weight off ones shoulders to know it's just a game."

May 29th { You and I walk a fragile line, I have known it all this time

[numberthree]

Three days, three nights, in this monster of a mostly-empty house. There was moving in, and then there were the battles of being underfoot. A month, and two months, and three months, from when that last happened, and when it last happened it was only for a week, while trying to save the world they failed to save, and before that it'd almost been a decade and a half.

It's not going to be easy. Allison never thought it would be when she asked, but it's not going to be easy.

Which isn't even the real reason she's out there, in the window box window, with the window up, smoking a cigarette. But it's part of it. Part of the tension between her shoulder blades that is keeping her from sleeping as much as she doesn't want to sleep at all, while her head rests on the window side and she stares blankly at the sky, feeling the burn in her system.

[deadlycurves]

Diego has lived on his own for over a decade now, and despite any agreement he had or made to do this, that doesn't stop the sudden existence of other people in his space any less weird. Sure, he had a couple of weeks of that in the house the government shoved him in when he first got here. The truth was, Rene was pretty much the only one that he paid any mind to at all and otherwise he mostly just stayed gone except to sleep. So. Living with people. And more to the point, living with siblings again is definitely going to be an adjustment. But it's preferable to being surrounded by strangers in a world he doesn't trust, at least. He's also still adjusting to the house, itself. The late-night creaks and groans, the absolute massive space of it, really-- nothing would ever be as big as the Academy growing up, but this house is practically a freaking mansion compared to his boiler room apartment back home. There is a world of things spinning through his mind as he tries to sleep until he decides to give up on it entirely. Dressed in nothing but a pair of sweatpants, he wanders downstairs. At this hour, he really isn't expecting to find anyone else awake. He completely misses Allison in the window on his way into the kitchen for a glass of water.