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  Summary: Rated PG-13. R/S. Just as Ensign Sato and Lieutenant Reed spark up a bit of romance, they, along with Commander Tucker get pulled into the twenty-first century. Archer and Enterprise have to battle to retrieve them.

Content: Drama/Violence/Romance

  Spoilers: Just a little one for "Desert Crossing."

  Disclaimer: Don't own em. Not mine. Never will be. Paramount owns them.

  By Averie

  Send comments to averie_chambers@hotmail.com

  Author's Notes: Many to come.. I have no idea about some of the dates or anything about San Francisco, so I'm just going with the flow here. And my Spanish is kinda shoddy, I've been out of school for too long.

This also has some reference, well actually a rather large reference to September 11, 2001, those who are offended by that stuff, read at your own risk.

Also, this is my FIRST Enterprise fanfic. -_- I'm tryin my best here, so sorry if this one sucks. Let me know, I LOOOVEEEE feedback.

  @->->--

Ensign Hoshi Sato's quarters, 0200 hours

Personal Log September 10, 2152:
       Throughout the last two weeks, Lieutenant Malcolm Reed and I have been somewhat more friendly. Just two nights ago, he and I had attended the movie-of-the-week, which was entitled "Kate & Leopold". Apparently it was a early twenty-first century movie. It was a cute movie I suppose, if you're into that whole romance with good-looking men with accents, which coincedentily, I do. I have to admit, I think Lieutenant Reed is cute, but he always seems to keep to himself. He's shy, but somewhat mysterious. Sometimes I wonder if he has any interest in me. He has asked me to join him for lunch after our shift. I look forward to spending more time with him and getting to know him -- his true self.

        "End personal log." Ensign Hoshi Sato said.
       She looked over at the chronometer and saw the time. 0208 hours. Her shift would start in 28 minutes. Hoshi washed her face with a washcloth and savored the fresh cool water on her face. She changed into her uniform and left her quarters for her shift.

@->->--

       The shift didn't seem too long for Hoshi. Malcolm and Hoshi kept exchanging glances across the bridge. They probably drew attention to themselves, especially from the very observant Commander Tucker. Even Captain Archer gave his communications officer and armory officer the occasional curiousity glance. Archer knew his linguist well enough to know when she was falling for someone. He didn't have to ask. Or even take another look at Malcolm. In a way, Archer was happy for the both of them because neither had really been socialiable outside of their shifts and work.
        "Ensign," Archer said, looking at Hoshi, "Is something wrong with your neck? You seem to be turning your head towards your right side." In his mind, he snickered.
       "No sir, sorry sir." Hoshi said, biting her lip. She didn't want to get caught diverting her attention away from her duties.
       The shift ended without much excitement. The only excitement in the air was between Malcolm and Hoshi. The pair bounded off the bridge with the largest smiles on their faces.
        "Both seemed to be so happy about getting off their shift. Normally, they would be the ones to want to stay on shift longer. This must be good." Tucker thought to himself.

@->->--

Mess Hall, 1230 hours

       Hoshi was a bit apprehensive about this whole space thing, but it was a nice feeling to have. After being persuaded by Captain Archer to join the Enterprise, she wasn't all that comfortable in space. She still wasn't. She was just beginning to make friends; Malcolm being one of the good ones that she's found onboard.
        Malcolm and Hoshi had just gotten their meals and taking their seats by the observation window. The view was one of beauty and wonder. The black blanket of space and stars was one of the unknowns; one of the things they were there to find. To go where no one had gone before.
        "I just love the view. This makes this whole space travelling thing worth it." Hoshi said, taking a bite of her chicken sandwich.
        "What do you think you'd be doing right now, if you hadn't been persuaded into joining the Enterprise?" Malcolm asked curiously.
        "I don't know. Teaching Vulcan in Brazil exactly where Captain Archer found me to begin with." Hoshi said, "I enjoyed it. It was a good living on Earth."
       Hoshi secretly missed Earth, but was having a fine time aboard the Enterprise. She got to learn new languages firsthand, before anyone else knew them. It was exciting, but all at the same time, frightening.
       "If I hadn't come aboard the Enterprise, I would probably still be in England, having my father scold me for not joining the Royal Navy. I'm glad I came aboard. For one thing, the experience in space is just as good as meeting the crew. I'm glad that I got to know some of my fellow crewmates. I've made friends here, it's a wonderful thing." Malcolm said.
       Inside Malcolm, he was twisting and turning. He knew that he liked Hoshi, but he wasn't sure that the feeling was reciprocated. He never knew, and probably wouldn't have the guts to ask or make a move. Around any woman that he enjoyed spending time with, he always grew tongue-tied or baffled with himself. The woman usually thought it was cute, until it got annoying, and then at that point, they usually dumped him. Something inside Malcolm told him that Hoshi wouldn't do that to him.
       They continued to eat their lunches. Between both of them, there always seemed to be a bit of an awkward silence. Neither ever knew what to say. Perhaps it was one or both that was afraid of being completely honest about their feelings for one another. Hoshi threw a glance around the mess hall, and then stared at the passing stars.
       All Malcolm could do was stare at her. Her beautiful Japanese features. Smooth skin, silky dark black hair, and a smile that could kill a man in his tracks. He wondered what it would be like to touch her hair, to caress her smooth skin, to kiss her lips.
       "Malcolm, are you alright?" Hoshi said, her voice full of concern.
       He had been caught staring. "Sorry, I zoned out for a moment."
       "It's alright. So what do you say we catch next week's movie? I hear it's going to be "Pearl Harbor". Apparently that movie was a hit in the twenty-first century as well. Something about a male named Ben Affleck." Hoshi said and added, "A lot of things blow up."
       Malcolm smiled at her last comment. He knew about the history of Pearl Harbor in Hawaii, and visited the site once when he was younger. He couldn't turn down another movie outting with Hoshi.
       "I'd love to. This time I'll provide refreshments in my quarters afterwards." Malcolm said.
       "That sounds wonder -- " Hoshi began, but was suddenly interrupted a message over the communications device.
       "Senior officers, to the bridge."
        "Damn, we were getting along so well." Malcolm said to himself. He hoped to continue it later.
       Hoshi and Malcolm disposed of their trash, and headed to the bridge.

@->->--

        When they arrived on the bridge, they took their respective posts.
        "It's a shockwave coming from a nebula approximately 3 light years from our present location." T'Pol said.
       It wasn't dangerous, but they were on stand-by in case it was.
        "Hoshi, Malcolm, and Trip. I want you three to approach the nebula in the shuttle. Just take a few scans, a few pictures and return." Captain Archer said.
       The three rose from the respective posts, and headed for the lift. On the way to the shuttlebay, Trip couldn't stop smiling. He barely held his little giggle in.
       "Trip, is there something wrong?" Hoshi asked.
       "No, no, I'm fine Hoshi. We'd better keep together on this one, it could be dangerous." Trip said.
        "T'Pol just stated that it was not a dangerous nebula." Malcolm said.
       "Well ya never know, do ya? That nebula could go at any moment." Trip said.
        They reached the shuttlebay and entered the shuttle.
        "This will be the longest survey mission I've been on." Malcolm thought to himself.

@->->--

       They were there for a little over an hour, and they were just sitting there, observing the nebula and the scans. The computer did most of the work, but the computer could always go on the fritz if it wanted to.
        Hoshi didn't even understand why she was even there. She was a linguist, not a scientist. She had assumed that Captain Archer probably thought she could use a break from all those dangerous missions. With this nebula, it wasn't really much of an excitement, which was a relief to Hoshi.
       "What's say we have some lunch?" Trip asked.
       "We'll be going back to the ship soon, why should we eat emergency rations?" Hoshi asked.
       "Well I'm hungry." Trip said, taking a potato chip out of its bag.
       Suddenly, the computer was beeping, and the nebula was acting up a bit. The computer was spitting out read-out after read-out, of information that indicated that the nebula was being a bit unstable. Suddenly, the nebula emitted a shockwave that caused the communications array to go offline onboard the shuttle. They had no way of contacting the ship. The next shockwave disabled the shuttle's impulse engines, making it nearly impossible for them to even get back to the Enterprise.

@->->--

        "Captain, the shuttle has lost their impulse engines and communications due to the shockwaves." Ensign Travis Mayweather informed his captain.
        "It would be unadvisable. This ship is not equipped to handle nebulas. We would not be able to bring the shuttle back with us. The machinery you use to retrieve your shuttle would not withstand the shockwaves of the nebula." T'Pol said, "I would suggest waiting until the shuttle repaired its impulse engine and returned to the ship. It would be the safest alternative."
       "How long until the nebula is stable?" Archer asked.
       "According to most nebulas, they usually settle within an hour."

@->->--

       Back on board the shuttle, they couldn't do anything but sit and wait out the storm. The shuttle was bouncing back and forth between the shockwaves, their shields holding out for the most part. They were drifting for awhile. They couldn't do much with the shockwaves anyway, so they were just sitting ducks.
        Then, suddenly the nebula disappeared.
       "What just happened?" Hoshi asked.
       "The nebula is gone." Malcolm said.
       "So is the Enterprise." Trip said.
       The three on board were befuddled as to what happened to the nebula and the Enterprise. They didn't even know where they were. From the looks of it, they were in an area that resembled the space near the Earth. The stars, the constellations, the planetery alignment. All of it was familar again. The Earth's moon shone like it had last time they had seen it, which was almost a year ago.
        "Is that Earth?" Hoshi asked, dumbfounded by what had just occurred.
       Malcolm looked out the viewport window and saw Earth and it's seven continents.
        "Looks like Earth to me," Malcolm said, "Home sweet home."
       "We should probably try to get the engines online and land this puppy on Earth and then try to contact headquarters and let them know what happened." Trip said.
       "Sounds good to me." Malcolm said.
        Trip worked his magic on the controls and the engines were back and running on impulse. Trip guided the shuttle down towards the atmosphere of Earth and headed straight for the North American continent.
       Malcolm took readings; atmospheric, ozone readings. They were unusual for their time.
       "Hoshi, take a look at these." Malcolm said, calling Hoshi to his workarea.
       Hoshi took a look at the readings.
       "These aren't current with the twenty-second century." Hoshi said.
       "What century are they concurrent with?" Trip asked from his console.
       "The twenty-first century." Malcolm replied.

@->->--

       On board the Enterprise, there were so many questions, yet no answers. The shuttle had disappeared from their viewer and the shuttle was nowhere to be found. No trace, not even an emission was left from the shuttle. It had disappeared without a trace. The entire crew was dumbfounded as to what happened.

Captain's Log; September 11, 2152:

       My chief engineer, my communications officer and my armory officer have disappeared without a trace. We have not been able to establish communication with them, nor have we been able to locate them. Subsequent scans have shown that there may have been wormhole of some sort, but we cannot pinpoint the exact location of where the other end of the wormhole leads to. The wormhole may collapse at any moment, in which case, three of my senior officers will be lost forever. It is completely baffling to the crew and myself. Sub-Commander T'Pol has been leading the investigation into finding a way to retrieve them, but so far has been futile. Thankfully, the Vulcans have information on wormholes and technical knowledge that may aide in the hopes of eventually finding a way to bring the three officers back to the Enterprise.

"End log." Captain Archer said.

       He was in his quarters, making his log entry. Porthos sat at the end of his bed, and looked just as sad as Archer felt. Archer rubbed the dog behind his ears and sighed. He was guilt-ridden. Even though nearly a year had passed, he knew that Hoshi still wasn't comfortable with space travel, yet he still sent her on this mission. Trip was always the adventurer, so he would probably love where they are right now. All Archer could hope for was that the trio was in a familar place, and that they were safe. All he hoped for is that they'd be alive and safe.

@->->--

        "If we're in the twenty-first century, then space travel into deep space hasn't been discovered yet. And the technology that we have on board this shuttle has not been invented yet." Malcolm said, with a slight hint of worry in his voice.
       "We've got to deal. We don't know how long we're going to be here. We're going to run out of power sooner or later. We've gotta land this thing and figure out a way to either conceal ourselves, or somehow cloak in with the twenty-first century culture. But we may do something that may cause the timeline to become frayed." Trip said, "Of course, we could try to figure out a way to contact the Enterprise. However impossible that may be with our technology."
       The three looked at one another. They knew they no choice, but to land the shuttle in a remote area of the planet, and then somehow trek into a town or city. If the Enterprise ever found them, they would be the first people to ever travel through time, with the exception of the odd Crewman Daniels from the thirtieth century.
        "If we do go into a town, what would we do? We couldn't just walk around. If I remember history right, we need money." Hoshi said, "What would we do for money?"
       Trip gave it some thought. "Hoshi, what languages do you speak? I mean Earth languages."
        "Japanese, English, Spanish, Mandarin, and Russian. I know the basics of some other languages, as well as the dead language, Latin, but those are the ones I speak fluently. Hoshi said, "Why do you ask Commander?"
       "First off, if we're going to land on Earth, we need to stop with the rank. You can call me Trip." Trip said, "And secondly, if we're going to get money, I think you can work as a translator. If the books are right, then most people still immigrate to America and don't speak English too well."
       "Sounds good, just out of curiousity, what are you and Malcolm going to do?" Hoshi asked just a bit playfully.
       "Well, we could probably get jobs as waiters or something. Our expertise is in engineering on a space vessel, and armory. As I recall, weapons weren't very liked in this time. If we're in the year 2002, then the world, and most importantly America, was just attacked by the Al-Qaeda on September 11 of the previous year." Malcolm said.
       "Alright," Hoshi said, "It might even be fun to teach kids languages or serve as a translator."
       "Great," Trip said, "Now let's get this baby on the ground. How does San Francisco sound?"
       "Sounds clean." Malcolm said.
       "There goes it, San Francisco here we come." Trip said.
        To avoid being detected, they entered over the Pacific ocean and emitted a signal that made it look like a weather balloon to most radar of the twenty-first century. They entered United States air space, and entered through a valley of mountains outside the San Francisco area. They landed the shuttle in a depression. They took their scanners and whatever equipment they could carry and exited the shuttle and took a breath of fresh air.
        "The air feels different in this century." Malcolm said.
       "It's probably cleaner, or it might be this area." Trip said.
        They used rocks and dirt from the surrounding areas to hide the shuttle from view. It was still early morning when they arrived at the San Francisco city limits. They saw the famous Golden Gate Bridge that has miraculously survived for over two hundred years. Their first goal was get at least one job. From reading old texts, schools opened around 0800 hours, and they were there just in time. They walked around the city, and eventually came upon San Francisco High School.
        "Hoshi, this might be your chance. We seriously gotta get at least one job. We can settle into a place tonight, and look for jobs tomorrow."
       "Alright," Hoshi said, walking into the school building across the street. Malcolm and Trip waited in the small park across the street.
        "Trip, what if we never get back to the Enterprise? We may be stuck here forever." Malcolm said.
        "Well if it comes to that, then I suppose we'll just live here. We can't really meet other people because that would disturb the timeline, and we want to try to avoid mixing with the timeline. We already could be causing some damage to the timeline by even having Hoshi get a job here, or just our entering Earth's atmosphere." Trip said.
       "I sure hope Captain Archer is trying his best to find us. The Vulcans have had some progress in the wormhole technology. So hopefully they can try to make new progress in that area and get us back home." Malcolm said.

@->->--

       Hoshi had never seen a school such as this. These teenagers had bolts through their noses and hair colors that she'd only seen on aliens. She walked into the administration office, and she seemed a bit nervous. A young woman approached her.
        "Hi, is there anything I can help you with?" The woman asked.
       "I just came in here to ask if there were any openings in teaching a language." Hoshi asked, "I'm Hoshi Sato."
       "Well, there are a few openings for teaching in the language department." The woman said, "What languages are you interested in teaching?"
       "Well I know quite a variety of languages, including Japanese, English, Spanish, Mandarin, and French. So out of those, I can teach them all." Hoshi said.
       The woman was clearly impressed by her adept skill in language
       "¿Dondé estas, la señora?" She asked.
        "Nacía en Japón, pero crecí en los estados unidos."
       "Great, you're hired. You start tomorrow." She said.
       "Thank you so much ma'am."
       "You're very welcome. And from this day forward, it's Emily Patterson. I'm the principal here at San Francisco High." She said.
       "Thank you so much Ms. Patterson, I'll see you tomorrow." Hoshi said, turning and walking away.
       "It's Emily, Hoshi." Emily said.

@->->--

       Just then, Hoshi came out of the school building with an ear-to-ear grin on her face.
       "I got it. I start tomorrow teaching Spanish and French." Hoshi said, "Now I suppose we could try to find an apartment around here."
        "Yeah, that would be the next appropriate step. How much do you think they'll pay?" Trip asked.
       "They said about three hundred and fifty per week. Which I'm guessing isn't bad?" Hoshi said.
       "Well if we find a rather cheap place, then I guess it won't be." Malcolm said, "As they say in this century, let's get apartment hunting."
       They did just that. They went from apartment building to apartment building, looking for at least a one bedroom apartment at a good rate. They eventually found a great apartment overlooking the bay at a good price. Six hundred dollars a month *and* it was furnished. It was beautiful.
       "What do you guys think of this place? It's got two bedrooms and a rather spacious bathroom than to what we're normally accustomed to." Hoshi said, "It's wonderful."
       "It looks great. Someone's going to have sleep on the sofa." Malcolm said, "Or bunk together."
        Malcolm looked over at Hoshi and gave her a dimpled smile. Trip gave them a glance, and what his thoughts were about these two were correct.
       "Ok, so you two can hotbunk, and I'll sleep by myself. I'll even use earplugs, you guys can do *anything* you want." Trip said.
        "It's not like that, Trip." Hoshi said.
       "It's alright Hoshi, you don't have to tell me anything." Trip said mockingly.
        Malcolm rolled his eyes. "I'll take the couch."
        Trip went to make the arrangements with the landlord, and they were all set. They would be able to move in the same day. The landlord was extremely generous. Trip had mentioned that they were just getting back on their feet financially, and that Hoshi had gotten a great job, and that Malcolm and himself were getting jobs, and that they hadn't any money. The landlord gave them two hundred dollars on a loan. Trip was extremely surprised that the landlord had been so friendly and generous. Of course, it also might have had something to do with Trip's charmingly good looks.
       "I say we do some shopping. Our uniforms look too.. how do you say it in this century? Out of style." Trip said, flashing the two hundred dollars.
       "Wow, you're good." Malcolm said.
       They went to the closest and supposedly cheapest store. Target. The moment they walked in they noticed the prices. Everything was extremely cheap. Apparently they were having big sales all over the place. Each bought two pairs of jeans, and several t-shirts. Eventually they'd buy more of whatever they needed, but for now, that was all the needed. They went back to their apartment and watched a bit of television. According to the news, the exact date was Thursday September 12, 2002. Hoshi and Malcolm sat together, a bit cozy, and Trip sat on the other end.
       "Well at least we know the outcome of this one. Al-Qaeda loses." Hoshi said, "But I can't believe that many people had to die due to this event."
       "At least it gave the world perspective and bonded the world together against terrorism. If that," Malcolm said indicated the footage of the World Trade Center falling, "could happen to America, one of the most strongest nations of the time, it could happen to anyone."
       "According to my family's history, my great-great grandfather fought in the war against the Al-Qaeda. Even though there weren't many United States soldiers killed, he was in the battle. He flew aircrafts called F-16s." Trip said.
        "That's amazing. I don't even know where my family was when all of that happened. I'm just glad that I wasn't alive to see it. It must've been terrible for America at the time." Hoshi said.
        They sat there and watched the rest of the footage and the evening news. Then Hoshi and Trip went to their rooms respectively, and Malcolm took the couch like he said he would. They slept well, but were left wondering what would happen to their futures, or their pasts.

@->->--

       Personal log; September 11, 2152:

        As Captain it is my duty to remain strong in times of crisis. To be the fort for someone who may be in turmoil. At this moment, I cannot be the fort. So far, the attempts to find Hoshi, Trip and Malcolm have proved futile. T'Pol informs me that it the only thing that we could possibly do is to look through Earth's database, the entire database, and look for traces of them, and what time period they may have been to. It will be time-consuming, and deathly tiring, but it might be worth it. I don't know anymore. Wherever they are, my prayers are with them. I have faith that I will find them one day.

       "End personal log." Captain Archer said.
       He gave Porthos a look of surrender. He didn't want to give up, but it was taking too long to find them. It had already taken two days away from their mission, and with more and more time, it grew more and more futile.
       "If only someone could give us a sign, anything." Captain Archer said outloud to no one in particular.
       Suddenly, Crewman Daniels, the supposedly dead crewman appeared out of nowhere.
       Archer blinks to clear his vision.
       "I've come to help you. I know Commander Tucker, and I know something's wrong with him. I feel it in the fabric of time." Crewman Daniels said.
       "Well you've sorta hit on the nose. Commander Tucker, Lieutenant Reed and Ensign Sato were caught in a wormhole, and we have no idea where they may be." Archer said.
        "Well, I know where they are." Daniels said.
       "Where?" Archer said.
       "The year 2002 Earth." Daniels said, "But with your technology we'd be lucky to go back in time to yesterday."
       "So how do we do it?" Archer said.
       "I can't tell you that."
        "So what good are you to me?" Archer said with a bit of frustration in his voice.
       "You will figure it out." Daniels said, "Work with T'Pol, she knows more than you think."
        "Work with T'Pol, why wouldn't she be telling me something?" Archer muttered to himself. He went off to find T'Pol.

@->->--

       Hoshi awoke the next morning at around 6:30 AM, and got ready for her first day as a language teacher at San Francisco High School. She was somewhat excited about the thought of teaching again, but at the same time, afraid. Afraid that she may like this time period.
       Hoshi quietly walked into the bathroom and freshened herself up. Then she went back to her room, and put on a pair of jeans and a shirt. It would suit, she supposed. Then she quietly tiptoed out of her room, and past Malcolm. She had to stop and take a moment to look at him.
       He was sleeping on the sofa, comforter around him, and looked so peaceful and gentle. He snored lightly. Hoshi found it cute. She walked over to him, kissed him on the forehead and left for work. @->->--

       
Hoshi walked confidentily into the administration office to retrieve her assignment. She was greeted by Emily.
        "Good morning Hoshi. I see you're on time, here is your assignment for this semester." Emily said, handing her a card where her classes and subjects were, "I trust you'll have a good day."
        "Thank you Emily. Have a good day." Hoshi said, taking the card and walking out. She looked at the card and looked at her first class. It would be Spanish. The classroom was 105. She walked in the direction of the classroom, and opened the door. There she saw about thirty high school students awaiting their teacher.
        "They look good enough," Hoshi thought to herself as she entered the classroom. She walked towards the front of the classroom. She could feel the students' eyeing her every move.
        "Hello class, I'm Ms. Sato. I will be your Spanish teacher for this semester. I'm new to the San Francisco area. I just recently moved here from Tokyo where I was teaching English." Hoshi said. She sensed the class wasn't getting into it.
        Hoshi just looked at each student with a cheerful glance. None returned the glance. Hoshi knew it would be a tough job. Suddenly the door of the classroom opened and another student walked in. Hoshi stopped him.
        "Excuse me, who are you?" Hoshi asked.
        "Scott Johnson. Sorry I'm late." He said.
        "Don't let happen again. You will serve detention after school today." Hoshi said, laying down the law.
        "Damn it, you're new aren't you?" He said
        "Yes I am." Hoshi said.
        "Sorry, in this school they don't give detention." Scott said.
        "Well, I know you're trying to trick me into letting you off, but I'm not. If there is no detention then you will assist me during your lunch period by helping me carry textbooks." Hoshi said. Her comment shocked the entire class.
        Knowing that the fight was futile, Scott gave in. "Alright, alright, I'll serve detention."
        "Wonderful. Now let's get down to business." Hoshi said, "According to my card, you will be learning Spanish from the very beginning. Has any of you taken Spanish prior to this class?"
        Only one student raised his hand, he was Spanish.
        "Wonderful. And what is your name?" Hoshi asked.
        "Jose Figueroa."
        "Great, so you will be able to assist in helping other students." Hoshi said.
        "Whatever." He said with little enthusiasm.
        Hoshi turned around and began writing on the board. On the board she wrote 'bienvenido al mundo del español.'
        "Now, welcome to the world of Spanish. This semester we will be learning the present tense, as well as how to express yourself in Spanish. You will be able to write out complete sentences and have a simple conversation with someone." Hoshi said with enthusiasm. She liked teaching the class, as well as brushing up on her Spanish.
        Throughout the entire period, the students showed such a low level of enthusiasm for Spanish, and speaking for that matter. All her classes had become like that, and she didn't like that. She wanted to actually *get* through to the kids. She left the school feeling as if she had just been sucked into a world where kids didn't want to learn or be successful. She would find a way to get through to the kids. She would find a way if it hurt her.

       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
        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