Moonlight Shadow

"That should cover it," the university administrator smiled at Gwen Stacy. "All we need is one business day to process it, and the flag on your account will be lifted."

Gwen only smiled back in relief, glad that she had at least one thing less to worry about now. The advance money she'd gotten from Roderick Kingsley had nicely covered the tuition money she still owed because of Empire State University's hike, and she'd be able to keep attending school this year.

Leaving the administration office, Gwen was about to head for the library to do some more studying for next week's midterm exams, but then she remembered that she had to work tonight. That was another problem Gwen had to deal with, namely finding a way to get enough money so she and her roommate Kitty Pryde could pay the rent on their apartment...and along with that Gwen had to shadow Kitty as Spider-Woman to help protect her from the harassment she'd been facing after being publicly outed as a mutant by the Daily Globe…and she had to find time for studying in between all that.

Staying up later at night trying to study didn't help much, since she was usually so tired by the end of the day that she wasn't really in any shape to be studying and the sleep she'd been losing had slowed her down the next day…

Returning to her apartment to get changed for work, Gwen happened to look into the mirror and saw how pale and drained she looked.

She wasn't the least bit surprised, of course.

Dismayed at how the dark circles under her eyes contrasted with how pale she looked, and upset at the absolutely terrible job she'd done with her hair that morning because she'd still been half-asleep, sure.

But not surprised.

SPIDER-WOMAN #36

"MOONLIGHT SHADOW"

Detective Jason Philip Macendale looked around in some disgust at the dingy apartment building as he made his way up the stairs. He wasn't the least bit surprised that the suspect lived in a shithole like this, given what a fucking idiot he was. He hadn't been very hard to trace at all-indeed, Macendale would have made this bust weeks ago if he hadn't been tied up with other cases.

Today was the big day, however, and he was eagerly looking forward to it.

Stopping in front of one apartment's door, Macendale nodded to the two officers accompanying him. As they nodded back, he began banging on the door, shouting angrily.

"Willie Stryker?" Macendale demanded, as he finished his first round of knocking. "New York Police! Open up!"

The door opened a crack, and Macendale saw half a face peeking out at him from behind it. The woman the face belonged to had seen better days, her homely middle-aged features not improved at all by the amount of cheap makeup she was wearing.

"Whaddya want?" she demanded in a surly voice.

"Detective Macendale, New York Police," Macendale replied coldly. "We have a warrant for your husband's arrest."

"He ain't here," Mrs. Stryker shot back. "I ain't seen the fat pisstank for the last three days."

"Then how come I see his jackets hanging on the peg up there?" Macendale asked, gesturing with his head to the coat stand that was visible near the door. "Everyone I talked to says that Willie loves that Mets jacket. When was the last time he went anywhere without it?"

Cursing, Mrs. Stryker frantically tried to shut and lock the door, but Macendale easily shoved his way into the filthy apartment. Mrs. Stryker took a run at him, screaming and cursing, but one of the officers accompanying Macendale easily grabbed and held onto her as Macendale and the last officer made their way into the apartment to look for Willie.

Macendale found Willie exactly where he expected, hiding behind a recliner in the bedroom. After all, there were only so many places a fat slob like him could hide in such a small apartment. He wasn't sure which of Willie's actions was stupider, his leaving his prized Mets jacket in plain sight where Macendale could see it from the hallway, or his attempting to punch Macendale in the face. Macendale took it all in stride, easily sidestepping Willie's clumsy punch and retaliating with a swift punch of his own to the back of Willie's head, dropping him in an instant.

"What's the matter, Willie?" Macendale asked, dragging Willie to his feet as the second officer put the cuffs on him and began reading him his Miranda rights. "You feel like a big man, picking on a couple of little teenage girls?"

"You don't got shit on me," Willie slurred, his breath reeking of stale beer.

"You mean besides your fingerprints on that threatening letter you sent that Kitty Pryde girl?" Macendale asked, raising an eyebrow. "Your DNA and fingerprints on the stamp and envelope that the threatening letter was sent in? The address on the envelope been written in your chicken-scratch writing? Cut-up magazines missing the letters in the threatening note, again with your fingerprints all over them, put out in your trash? Yeah, I suppose you're right-besides that, I don't have any fucking case at all!"

Willie just spat back at Macendale, who sidestepped it just as easily as he sidestepped Willie's punch. Gesturing with his head to the officer who had Willie cuffed, he led the way out of the bedroom and out of the apartment. The other two officers followed, one of them dragging Willie down the stairs while the other let Mrs. Stryker go and went downstairs first to get one of the police cruisers ready.

This case was going to be a slam dunk. William Stryker had already been convicted before on various other charges over the years, and so his DNA, fingerprints and writing samples were already in the police databases where Macendale had found them. Macendale had been forced by his superiors to put this case on the backburner-after all, mutant cases were never a high priority for the NYPD brass, despite the vigorous efforts of people like Captain Philip Watson and Captain Jean DeWolff to change that. He admired Watson's and DeWolff's efforts, although he knew they'd never get anywhere.

Leaving the two officers to stuff Willie in the back of one of the cruisers and take him to lockdown, Macendale took the other car and went off on his own, needing to make a little stop before joining the officers and Willie.

When he'd seen the threatening letter that had been put in Kitty Pryde's mailbox, the first thing that had gone through Macendale's mind was a desire to put a bullet in the brain of the son of a bitch who'd written it. Unfortunately, he couldn't do something like that without ending up in jail, and then where would he be? Not to mention how dangerous even lockdown could be-suspects could be and had been beaten to death in the NYPD holding cells, even though they hadn't gone to trial yet.

That last point was sticking in Detective Macendale's mind as he stopped at the convenience store and bought a large carton of cigarettes.

He didn't smoke himself, but cigarettes and other contraband commonly substituted for money in prisons, and the hardened felons were willing to do almost anything to get them.

Utterly worn out when she got home later that night, Gwen was ready to fall asleep on her feet. Entering into her apartment, she was about to go to bed when she felt her stomach grumble and realized how hungry she was.

Kitty came in the door while Gwen was eating her sandwich, not seeming much better off than Gwen. Looking at what Gwen was doing, Kitty only half-smiled and set about making a sandwich of her own before she sat down to join her.

"Are you doing alright now?" Gwen asked. "Are people still giving you grief about being a mutant?"

"Not nearly as much as they used to, believe it or not," Kitty smiled back in spite of her fatigue. "Now everybody's going after Jameson. Did you see the stuff he published in the Bugle?" she asked.

"Yeah, I did," Gwen nodded. "It was pretty strong stuff, though, wasn't it?"

"That's apparently the sort of thing Jameson specializes in," Kitty grinned. "He's always going off on some kind of tirade or another at the office."

"I'm glad to hear that, Kitty," Gwen smiled back. "Believe me, I really am."

"And I owe you a lot," Kitty said sincerely. "You really helped me get through this, you know?"

"Of course I do," Gwen nodded back.

"Yeah, and…what about you?" Kitty asked, suddenly realizing how worn out Gwen looked. "You…you look half-dead," she fumbled, embarrassed that she hadn't noticed it before now.

"Glad you like it," Gwen replied sarcastically, not thrilled with being reminded of how she looked at the moment. "I'm going for kind of a Corpse Bride look-do you think I pulled it off?" she snapped.

"I'm sorry, Gwen," Kitty apologized, mentally kicking herself for her stupidity. "Is there anything I could do to help you?"

"No," Gwen sighed. "I'm just…work, school, money, exams...I'm not getting enough sleep lately…"

"That's not all there is to it," Kitty warned her. "You're burning the candle at both ends again, aren't you?"

"Huh?" Gwen asked in surprise.

"Kenny told me about it," Kitty explained, referring to Kenny Anderson, an artist friend of theirs that Gwen had modeled for in one of his art projects. "Is your mom still having problems?"

"No, she's fine," Gwen shook her head. "It's just that I've been trying to keep up with my studies while trying to work more hours at the coffee shop and get some more modeling work with Roderick Kingsley because those idiots at the bank messed up my tuition and we need the money if we're going to keep the apartment while trying to find time to-" she babbled, trying to keep her thoughts straight and cursing herself for nearly revealing that she was still trying to find time to look after Kitty as Spider-Woman.

"Gwen, listen to yourself," Kitty interrupted her. "You can't go on like this!"

"But I need the money," Gwen protested. "We need it, or Mrs. Muggins is going to kick us out! And I've got to study-you know we've got midterms next week! What do you want me to do, flunk out of school?"

"Who cares if we can't make the rent?" Kitty shot back. "We'll just find somewhere else we can live, or I'll pay a bigger share of it. Come on Gwen, you're pushing yourself way too hard."

"But I can't just leave you hanging!" Gwen protested again.

"Who said you were?" Kitty shrugged. "Come on, Gwen-you owe it to yourself to take a break."

"I'm just trying to…doing my best…" Gwen breathed, tears forming in her eyes.

Kitty got up and came over, leading an exhausted Gwen over to the couch where they sat down, Kitty holding Gwen tightly.

Gwen felt better that Saturday morning, not having to go to school or work, although she'd still headed out to the initial audition for the new production of Les Miserables. Despite Kitty's protests, Gwen had insisted on it, pointing out that they were barely getting by as it was and they needed all they help they could get. She remembered everything Kenny had told her, and she knew Kitty was worried about her…

…but the last thing Gwen wanted was to have her conscience nagging at her for not doing as much as she could to help, or for leaving Kitty to pay a bigger share of the rent.

So it was that she found herself at the Blackfriars Theatre along with a number of other aspiring actors, who were all eagerly warming up their voices or reciting their lines. Looking around, Gwen allowed herself a small smile-she was in her element when she was onstage, the place where her star could shine brightest.

"You're trying a homeless look now, Stacy?" a screeching, unpleasant voice broke in on Gwen's serenity. Her smile quickly turning to a frown, Gwen turned and saw the distinctly unwelcome face of Felicia Hardy. Felicia's glittering eyes, wicked smile and long platinum-blonde hair were the same as they always were, but now she sported a deep tan that Gwen suspected was due more to it being sprayed on rather than naturally developed by the sun.

"I mean, that look's bad even for you!" Felicia continued.

"Says the girl who always acts like a house landed on her sister," Gwen shot back. "Come on, Felicia-is this how low you've sunk? Recycling insults that you used to throw at Brigid O'Reilly?"

Felicia scowled at that, as Gwen turned and walked away, pointedly doing her best to ignore Felicia's next insult.

Although Felicia might have mocked her for her harried, exhausted appearance, as she performed her rendition of On My Own to the casting director, Gwen knew that the way she looked had gone a long way to winning the casting director over. The haunted look in Gwen's eyes, the sad expression on her face and the pained tone in her voice as she sang all meshed perfectly with Eponine's pining for Marius and the realization that he might never truly love her in return. Many of the rest of the actors auditioning for roles seemed entranced by Gwen's singing, and the ones that didn't looked sympathetic at her plight.

For all her problems, Gwen felt a tremendous sense of satisfaction from that.

The sole exception was Felicia Hardy, whose face reddened with envy and anger.

Gwen felt a second sense of satisfaction at that.

Reviewing the scripts for the first set of commercials for his new Satin Angel fragrance line, Roderick Kingsley could only smile with pleasure. He'd recruited the stunning Gwen Stacy to star in them, and he knew that she'd do a fantastic job. She'd already impressed him with her natural charms and ability to captivate the viewers, radiating warm kindness, cold aloofness or sad vulnerability all at once.

Setting the scripts down on his desk and leaning back in his chair, Kingsley smiled widely as he began to daydream.

He daydreamed about Gwen's shapely, voluptuous figure, her stunningly bright blue eyes, her long, flowing blonde hair, and her gorgeous, angelic face.

Kingsley had this dream a lot.

He loved every moment of it.

In the wake of the summer mob war that had destroyed two of New York City's five major crime syndicates, a new criminal cartel had risen to take its place. Organized by the murderous, psychotic Jack O' Lantern, the Tomorrow Legion was an informal organization of the city's costumed supervillains, who had agreed to work together in coordinating their crimes to maximize not only their profits but the misery and suffering they could spread. The Tomorrow Legion's first crime wave had been a tremendous success-while Jack O' Lantern himself had been defeated by Spider-Woman, many of the rest of the supervillains he'd dispatched on simultaneous crime sprees had accomplished what they'd been sent out to do. They'd gained both major profits and major pleasure, and the Tomorrow Legion had become an institution among New York's supervillain population.

After Jack O' Lantern's defeat and imprisonment, the remaining villains who'd joined the Legion had gathered to elect a new leader, as Jack had originally outlined to them in his original proposal for the Legion. They'd chosen Doctor Octopus, one of the most notorious supervillains not only in New York but the entire country, as their new leader.

The dirty community centre on Yancy Street looked abandoned on the outside, but on the inside it was tastefully furnished and apportioned. Supervillain luminaries like the Sandman, Blacklash, Mr. Fear, the Beetle, the Jaguar and Roughouse were present at the Legion's headquarters tonight, enjoying a taste of the luxury they'd purchased with the blood money they'd stolen from their victims. Like the Bar With No Name, it was strictly neutral ground for all the supervillain patrons, although villains who wanted to enjoy its luxuries had to contribute towards its upkeep.

The newest arrival was a young woman dressed in golden body armor, with a silver helmet and facemask, and matching gloves and boots. Her long blonde hair fell down past her shoulders, flowing freely from an opening in the back of her helmet. Looking around at the new arrivals, she nodded and smiled at them as they smiled back, many of them already charmed by her obvious attractiveness.

The Beetle, though, recognized her immediately. Rising up from his table, he came towards the young woman and eagerly shook her hand.

"Moonstone, isn't it?" he grinned. "It's so nice to see you again. I was wondering what happened to you after your first fight with Spider-Woman!"

"I haven't been idle, I assure you," Moonstone smiled back, "but I'm ready to get back into the game. I'm still pretty new to the game, and I figured that if I joined the Tomorrow Legion, I could get some pointers from my professional colleagues," she explained. "Is Doctor Octopus around tonight?"

"Yeah, he's in the back room," the Beetle nodded. "I'll take you to meet him."

The back room was even more sumptuously decorated than the main lobby, as the new leader of the Tomorrow Legion was known for his upscale tastes. The short, chubby scientist with the thinning salt-and-pepper hair might not have seemed impressive, except for the nightmarish robotic tentacles that were attached to his body. Slithering and writhing as if they had a mind of their own, they made Doctor Octopus a dreaded opponent in combat and were one of the main reasons he'd established his formidable reputation.

"What do you want?" Doctor Octopus demanded, looking up from the reports he was studying as Moonstone and the Beetle stepped into his office. "This had better be important, for both your sakes!" he snarled, as his tentacles gathered around their master to emphasize the threat.

Moonstone hadn't missed the vague sense of anger and annoyance that was radiating from all the villains in the main bar, and she didn't miss the angry expression that crossed the Beetle's face for the briefest of moments. Although the villains had all done their best to hide it, the tension in the air was as clear as day to the experienced Moonstone. One glance was all it took for her to realize that Doctor Octopus hadn't noticed it, and she suspected that his arrogant, overbearing treatment of the other members of the Legion was what was driving it.

"I'd like to join the Legion," Moonstone explained. "I've heard about how we villains cooperate to get more profit out of it, and I want in on the action."

"Of course you do," Doctor Octopus sneered. "And what might your abilities be?"

"I can control hard light," Moonstone explained. "Cages, scything blades, bursts of energy, phasing-I can do it all, and so much more. I have the power, and I'm willing to use it."

"Those are grand claims for someone so new to the supervillain profession," Doctor Octopus frowned, looking over the top of his sunglasses at Moonstone. "You'd do well to earn your place in the Legion first, before you go boasting about the way you have."

Moonstone didn't miss the second angry scowl that crossed the Beetle's face, although Doctor Octopus clearly did. She could understand why the Beetle was so angry-from what she'd heard, the Tomorrow Legion was supposed to be a collaborative venture. The leader's responsibility wasn't to dictate the actions of the other members, but to coordinate them for maximum effect and integrate the villains' own criminal efforts into larger plans. Members were free to come and go as they chose, to recruit assistance for their individual schemes, and to openly vote for the leader…but Doctor Octopus had been treating the other members of the Legion as his underlings.

Moonstone immediately realized that the other members of the Legion were only tolerating Doctor Octopus's leadership because of his stature in the supervillain community, and because of his past success in criminal planning. Somehow, she doubted they'd tolerate it for much longer.

"There are a couple of tasks you can do for me," Doctor Octopus continued. "Successfully complete them and I may allow you to join the Legion."

"Thank you, Doctor," Moonstone smiled.

"Note that I said that I may let you join," Doctor Octopus reminded her bluntly. "The choice is mine and mine alone."

Another angry scowl crossed the Beetle's face, Moonstone noticed.

More fuel for the simmering fires.

Working, studying and pretending to sleep took up all of Gwen's time over the next several days, as midterms week began at Empire State University. By Wednesday, Gwen had survived three of her exams, although she didn't have any idea how well she did. Unfortunately, her two worst subjects, Biology and English, were respectively scheduled for today and tomorrow. Now, studying in the library of the Erskine Building, Gwen could only hope that she had prepared well enough for the exam. So far she'd done her best to keep up with the rest of the class, although she'd barely managed to keep a C-minus grade so far and was almost certainly going to fall to a D or worse if she didn't do well on the midterm. While Doctor Curt Connors had been holding a number of study sessions for the class, she simply hadn't had the time to attend many of them.

After spending the whole morning studying, Gwen had needed a break and was ready to get some lunch before the exam, which was scheduled for early in the afternoon. Leaning back on the grass and looking up at the sky after she'd finished eating, Gwen wished that some of her friends could have joined her, but they'd all had studying or exams of their own to look after.

Midterm week is always so lonely at ESU, Gwen realized. It's too bad that-

Her thought was interrupted by the streak of golden light that flew overhead, heading straight for the Erskine Building. Sitting up in horror, Gwen saw that it smashed straight into and through the building's top floor. Lights flashed through the windows, while screams and crashes echoed on the breeze and made Gwen realize what was going on inside.

Looking around frantically, Gwen tried to hope against hope that Sleepwalker, Moon Knight, Daredevil or some other hero would come to the rescue. Her exam was in less than an hour, and she simply couldn't afford to miss it…And yet, almost without realizing it, Gwen had begun running for a hiding place where she would be able to leave her street clothes.

She never would have forgiven herself if she hadn't.

Moonstone pursed her lips as she searched for the device Doctor Octopus had instructed her to look for. The first laboratory she'd burst into hadn't contained anything valuable, and neither had the second or third rooms. She'd had to trap many of the people she'd encountered in pyramid-shaped cages of light to keep them from running and alerting the police, although she suspected that it wouldn't be long before she ran into trouble.

I shouldn't have made such a flashy entrance, Moonstone realized as she entered into a fourth laboratory. Attacking in broad daylight like that is only going to make everyone that was on the campus outside notice me, and-

Moonstone found what she was looking for in the fourth laboratory. Occupying a place of honor in the main display case, the "Enervator" device was said to dramatically enhance the efficiency and effectiveness of any energy source that it was connected to. Originally designed by Dr. Henry Pym, the brilliant scientist and superhero who was also leader of the Avengers, the Enervator was currently on loan to Empire State to help reduce the energy costs of some of the experiments the Physics Department was currently conducting.

From what the Beetle had told her, Moonstone knew that the Enervator was extremely time-consuming and costly to build with current technology, which precluded it being mass-produced for public use. While he might have been able to develop an Enervator himself, Doctor Octopus hadn't been able to access the Enervator's blueprints, which made him want to steal one so he could reverse-engineer it.

Moonstone was about to reach out and take it when she suddenly felt something tag her in the back and yank her off her feet. Letting out a surprised cry and landing flat on her back, Moonstone sprang to her feet and turned around to see the spectacular Spider-Woman charging in at her. Taking to the air, Moonstone fired a double blast of energy from her hands at Spider-Woman, who deflect the blasts with her own bioelectric stings and sprayed a net of webbing at her.

"Does this make us enemies, now?" Moonstone asked with a smirk, as she phased herself through Spider-Woman's webbing. "I suppose I needed to join someone's rogues' gallery," she continued, solidifying and surrounding herself with a deadly sheath of light. Charging in at Spider-Woman like a laser beam, Moonstone managed to catch the leaping Spider-Woman as she tried to dodge and smash her into the opposite wall. Spider-Woman slumped to the ground, groaning in pain, as Moonstone focused her energy blasts again. Before Moonstone could fire, Spider-Woman shot out her webbing and forced Moonstone's arms off to the side, sending her blasts flying wide. As Moonstone tried to bring her arms back to defend herself, Spider-Woman blasted her at point-blank range with her sting blasts, and charged in to pound her viciously.

Driving Spider-Woman away with a blinding flash of light, Moonstone realized that she couldn't fight here. The crossfire had already done considerable damage to the laboratory they were fighting in, and it could have easily hit the Enervator. Thinking quickly, she figured out a way to end the fight.

"Remember how I trapped all those people I kidnapped in cages of light?" Moonstone threatened, as Spider-Woman tried to attack again.

That made Spider-Woman pause.

"I think I'll kill them all now," Moonstone smiled sweetly. "Think you can save them all in time?"

"Damn you," Spider-Woman cursed, as she turned and fled the room.

Heroes are so predictable, Moonstone mused to herself as she retrieved the Enervator and blew a hole in the far wall to escape. Regardless of the situation, they'll almost always let a villain escape in order to protect an innocent person.

Spider-Woman ran determinedly through the destroyed laboratories, blasting the golden pyramid cages that Moonstone had trapped her victims in. Although she was giving Moonstone the opportunity to escape, Spider-Woman wasn't bothered by it. She had marked Moonstone with her special tracking pheromones, and she knew she'd be able to track the silver-masked villainess without any trouble.

Once she'd freed the last of the prisoners, Spider-Woman began focusing on her spider-senses to track Moonstone. She was boiling with anger, outraged not only at what Moonstone was doing but also everything she'd had to deal with the past couple of weeks. Spider-Woman wanted to vent her frustrations on someone, and Moonstone, who'd already given Kong the fright of his life by kidnapping his mother, was the perfect candidate.

It took several long, tedious minutes for Spider-Woman to catch up with Moonstone, but she eventually caught up with her near the Brooklyn Bridge. Moonstone nearly did a loop-the-loop in the air as Spider-Woman blasted her with her sting blasts, being caught completely off guard by Spider-Woman's surprise attack. Whirling around, Moonstone fired a series of blasts at Spider-Woman, who easily dodged them all. Springing into the air, Spider-Woman tried to catch Moonstone with another web net, but once again Moonstone simply phased through it. As Spider-Woman flew towards her, ready to strike, Moonstone fired a powerful and focused blast that caught her square in the chest, sending her plummeting to crash heavily on the roof of one of the last buildings before the bridge.

By the time Spider-Woman staggered to her feet, Moonstone was already a speck in the distance. Spider-Woman was about to charge after her, but then she realized how late the time was. A thrill of horror ran through her as she frantically turned around and began swinging back to Empire State University, hoping to God that she wouldn't be late for her exams.

It was while she was swinging back that Spider-Woman realized that her head was throbbing with pain. Struggling to keep focus on her webswinging, she realized that she must have suffered a concussion when she'd landed on the building roof. Remarkably, she was still able to make it to Empire State University and change back into her street clothes, and made it to the exam room less than a minute before the test began.

Unfortunately, that was when the trouble started. Exhausted from her frantic webswinging, dizzy from the concussion she'd suffered and unable to forget that she'd failed to stop Moonstone, Gwen found it almost impossible to concentrate on her Biology midterm, and she was barely three-quarters done when time expired. Instinctively, she knew she'd failed, and she was unable to look Doctor Connors in the eye as she handed her exam to him and left the room.

Work was even worse. Gwen was so tired and distracted that she could barely serve the customers' orders without spilling the coffee, much less take their orders properly. Eventually, realizing that she was in no shape to be working, Gwen's boss sent her home for the night.

Gratefully, Gwen returned home and collapsed onto her bed, falling asleep without even changing out of her work uniform.

Gwen was even more exhausted than she thought, burnt out physically and emotionally from everything she'd gone through. Waking up the next day, at first Gwen felt a lot better…

…and then suddenly felt a lot worse all over again when she realized that she'd overslept for far longer than she'd expected. It was now just after noon, and Gwen's English midterm had been scheduled for 10 AM.

Groaning, Gwen slumped back down on her bed and looked up at the ceiling. At first she wondered why Kitty didn't wake her up, but then she realized that Kitty was probably so wrapped up in her own work and studying that it probably didn't even occur to her.

Not that it was much consolation to Gwen, of course.

(Next Issue: While trying to deal with her problems at school, Gwen prepares for both the audition with Les Miserables and the Satin Angel commercials with Kingsley Cosmetics. However, as Spider-Woman she becomes caught up in investigating a series of bizarre, deadly murders. But what do these murders have to do with Midtown High and Gwen's high school years? All this and more in  Spider-Woman#37: Mayhem!)