19. Reset

Robert smiled at the man who called himself Archangel. He put his left arm around Daria and said, “I’m glad to meet you folks. My name is...Tom Jones, and this is my friend, Mary Ann Summers. If you’ll excuse us, we have to go to Vegas right now.” He started to lead Daria away from them.

“Tom Jones?” Tiberius said, his expression skeptical. “That’s an odd name to choose.”

“Oh, it’s not unusual,” Robert said as he and Daria moved.

“Mr. ‘Jones’,” Archangel said and the two stopped. “You are not from this Earth - we do know it and can prove it. I would just as soon handle this amicably and with as little fuss as possible. But if you two do not cooperate with us, then Valkyrie and Tiberius will restrain you - and that can be painful. Then you will cooperate with us.”

Daria kept her grip tight on Robert as she looked at the three agents. “What do you want with us?” she asked. “We’re just a plain, ordinary couple going about our plain, ordinary business. We aren’t harming anyone.”

“There is little plain or ordinary about someone who isn’t from your Earth, Miss,” Archangel said. “You do not belong here...Robert.”

Daria winced then. Good one, Morgendorffer. Say his name in front of government agents.

Valkyrie then crossed her arms over her chest and said, “We’ve been to your Earth, Mr. ‘Jones’. It’s pretty messed up.”

Robert looked at Daria and asked, “Did you know that this ‘Department of Homeland Security’ had the ability to travel between universes?”

“First time I’ve heard of it,” she said.

“That shouldn’t be much of a surprise to you,” Tiberius said. “After all, if our readings are right, and they are, then both of you have done it, as well, in the last twenty-four hours.”

“That is the main reason we’re here,” Archangel said. “The machine you two used to travel between the two Earths. Where is it?”

Neither one said anything right away and Valkyrie moved slightly closer. “Look,” she said, “we can appreciate the scientific knowledge that went into building the device. But travel between universes can and does cause problems. In the wrong hands, such a machine can be - and has been - a horrible weapon. Now, where is your device?”

“It’s not ‘our’ device,” Daria said. “I was sent to the other Earth without my consent. That was Dr. Stone’s doing.”

“Dr. Stone?” all three agents asked at once.

“He’s the one who started all this.” Daria blushed and asked, “You know that I was sent to another Earth? How?”

Tiberius held up a device that resembled a portable radio. “Modern technology,” he said. “Your signature matches that of this Earth, though you have fading traces of another signature. That signature matches your friend’s.”

“How do I even know that you three are even from this Earth and not another one?” Daria asked.

“Daria,” Robert said and patted her hand.

“I’m serious, Robert. How do we even know you three are for real?”

Archangel sighed and said, “Whether you believe us or not, it is our job to keep cross-dimensional contamination to a minimum. It is also our job to eliminate the threat of what is called ‘Extinction Level Events’ as best as we can. Robert’s world has been overrun with zombies, and unless we intervene, what happened on his Earth can spread to others.”

“If we give you all of Stone’s stuff, can we go on our way?” Daria asked.

“It’s not that simple, I’m afraid,” Archangel said.

“You have to go back to your own world, Robert,” Tiberius said.

“There’s nothing on that world to go back to,” Robert replied. “It’s dead to me - and if you send me back there, then I’ll be dead, too.”

Tiberius moved towards him, but Archangel held up his hand. The younger agent stopped and the black man turned towards Robert. “We can ‘fix’ your world, Robert. We can go back in time to right before the zombie crisis exploded - and by helping our counterparts there - end it quickly, with a minimal loss of life. You can have your life back - and your family, too.”

Robert paled and nearly stumbled, but Daria gripped him and helped him to stay steady. “Why would you do this for me?” he asked. “No government agency is that...that...”

“Benevolent,” Daria said.

“Thank you, Daria. I couldn’t remember the word.”

For the first time, the smile left Archangel’s face. “For your information, this has nothing to do with ‘benevolence’ or some happy, glad-handing shit that some politicians promise their constituents. This is about security, plain and simple.” He looked at Daria. “You were right, young lady, we aren’t from your Earth, either. However, we are still U.S. Government employees and we have a job to do.”

“Do you always have to ‘fix’ Earths when you encounter zombies?” Robert asked.

“No,” Valkyrie said. “With a Class I or II event, or even a Class III event, it’s easier to supply our counterparts with the latest in weaponry, if they don’t already have it, and to help them eliminate the threat. Your world suffered a Class IV event - and that’s only the second one we’ve ever come across.”

Robert blinked and stood there as what she said sunk in. Then he shook his head. “Why didn’t you show up on my world a lot earlier?” he asked. “If you were able to help those other worlds, then why didn’t you help us when we really needed it?”

“We were unaware of your world,” Archangel said, “until the repeated ‘transports’ performed by this Stone person. Robert, the multiverse is a big place - with an infinite number of universes - and we’re only aware of...a limited number, so far.”

“You said that there was another world that suffered a Class IV event,” Daria said. “Did you reset it?”

The three agents looked at each other, then Valkyrie said, “No. We found it probably a century after it had happened. In order to do a reset, we have to know exactly when the crisis started. Failing that, we need to be able to find historical records of some sort. There were none that mentioned the crisis. There were no humans, either, except for skeletal remains. The animal kingdom on that world is still recovering, but it is returning.”

“How do you know that they suffered a zombie crisis?” Robert asked.

“Lab work on the remains,” Tiberius said. He looked at Robert and said, “We need to talk with you and find out how you survived. We were able to find some of our counterparts on your Earth. They’re barely holding their own, but we were able to find out when the crisis started. We can reset your world, but we still need your story. Anything you can help us with can help people in the future survive. It could even help Daria’s world in the future, if they were to suffer such a crisis.”

“If you can reset this, what about my memories of what I’ve been through?” Robert asked. “Will I remember any of this?”

“It wouldn’t have happened,” Valkyrie said. “Your life will have gone on without the effects of the crisis. Your memories will be more like a dream than anything.”

Robert blinked and sighed. “I don’t know what to say.”

Daria looked up at him and thought, I’m going to lose you. She bit her lip and kept her grip on his arm.

Archangel motioned to his right. “If you two would come with us,” he said. “This will take awhile.”

Daria and Robert were taken to a large recreational vehicle by the agents.

oooooooooo

As they arrived at the Lane house, Daria turned to look at Valkyrie. “You guys knew the machine was here, didn’t you?” she asked.

The agent nodded and smiled. “It’s easier if you take us in to get it,” she said. “I really don’t like to bust into people’s homes with guns drawn. It gets the wrong kind of attention.”

“I can imagine,” Daria said as she left the vehicle with Valkyrie and Tiberius. “Interesting code names, by the way.”

“They serve a purpose,” the male agent said. “Despite what you may think, this isn’t play acting.”

“Whatever.” Daria knocked on the front door, but nobody answered. She looked at the agents and said, “They must be out. We’ll have to wait for them to return.”

“Not really,” the female agent said. She took a device from her suit jacket pocket, touched it to the door; it unlocked and opened slightly.

“How did you do that?” Daria asked.

The agent pocketed the device, opened the door wider, smiled at her and said, “Modern technology. Take us to the machine.”

Daria led them into the house.

oooooooooo

In the RV, now parked in the Food Lord parking lot, the three agents looked over the device that Stone used to transport Daria and the others to Robert’s world. “Unbelievably primitive,” Archangel said. “How he even got it to work is beyond me.”

“These notes are strange,” Tiberius said as he looked over Stone’s papers. “It’s as though he was...compelled to build this.”

The three agents looked at the box warily, then at each other. Valkyrie said, her voice shaky, “You don’t think...”

“No,” Archangel said quickly. “He couldn’t have. It’s impossible.”

Daria and Robert looked at the agents and noticed their reaction to Stone’s machine. They looked at each other in confusion, and she asked, “What? What’s wrong?”

The black agent looked at them, forced a smile on his face and said, “It’s O.K. It’s just that this device is potentially dangerous.”

“In what way?” Robert asked.

“It could have exploded during the transport,” Archangel said, “or even sent you to a worse place than your original Earth. With this, it’s hard to tell.” He turned to Tiberius and said, “Put this in the Conex container - carefully - and make sure it’s secure. Put all of his notes together and then you and Valkyrie can get everyone some sandwiches. We’ll eat lunch, then go to this Stone person’s house.”

“We don’t know where he lives,” Daria said.

Tiberius held up his scanner and said, “We do. What we don’t know is if he’s there. If he knows he’s being looked for, he could be even more dangerous than his machine.”

“He’s probably dead,” Robert said. “We sent him to my world.”

“What?” the agents said in unison.

Daria blushed and Robert kept his gaze forward as he said, “Knowing about the people he killed for his experiments, we gave him a taste of his own medicine.”

“All the people he’s killed?” the younger male agent and looked at his counterparts.

Archangel turned to Valkyrie and said, “Let’s get to his house first. I have a bad feeling about this.”

“What?” Daria asked. “What do you mean?”

The black man looked at her and said, “If he was compelled to build this...machine, and he’s killed people in his experiments...then God alone knows what else he’s done. Your world may be in danger right now, Daria. If it is, then we’re the point team to stop it.” He cleared his throat. “If we can.”

The female agent drove off while being directed by Tiberius on where to go.

As the vehicle moved down the road, Daria moved next to Robert and laid her head on his left shoulder. He moved his arm around her and rubbed her left arm. “I’m scared,” she whispered.

He kissed her forehead, then when she looked up at him, he kissed her lips gently. “I’m here,” he whispered back. “It’ll be O.K.”

oooooooooo

Stone’s house was a three-story brick home set back off the street in an older section of Lawndale. While the RV slowly cruised by on the street, Archangel aimed a high-powered microphone at the house and listened on headphones. “I don’t hear any talking,” he said. “But there’s people in there moving around. At least three, maybe more.”

“They aren’t talking?” Valkyrie asked and glanced back at him. “Not even one or two words?”

“All I hear are grunts and moans.”

Robert sat up, suddenly alert, and the three agents noticed his reaction. “Grunts and moans?” he asked.

Archangel nodded.

Robert then made grunting and moaning sounds. “Like that?” he asked and the black man nodded again.

“Oh, shit! Here I am without my weapons and you folks look unarmed, too.”

“What?” Valkyrie and Tiberius asked at the same time.

Robert stood up and said, “Those sounds are the sounds that zombies make as they move around. When they see...prey, the moans get louder and more agitated.”

“Remember what you told me back on your world,” Daria said. “What if he brought zombies onto my world?”

Archangel turned off the microphone and nodded at Valkyrie. She turned the RV in the driveway and pulled up to the house.

Then the senior agent turned to Robert. “We are armed, Robert, and able to take care of ourselves.”

“Give me a high-powered pistol and I can help you,” Robert said.

The three agents looked at him, smiles on their faces.

“What?” he asked.

In response, the agents all held up items that looked like sci-fi toys. “Pistols make a lot of noise,” Tiberius said. “These do not. Modern technology. What setting, Archangel?”

“Seven. All head shots - make them count. Put on body armor, too.”

As the agents donned odd-looking body armor, Robert said, “Reminds me of the chain mail I wore on my world.”

“This is lighter,” Archangel replied. “It’s also quieter and more...effective, plus has a few good surprises in it. Any advice you can give us right now would be appreciated.”

Robert thought and said, “They’re very good at working together when they chase a victim. All bites are fatal - and scratches are, too.” He tapped the base of his skull, near the top of his backbone. “You have to destroy this area, or you won’t stop them.”

“You mean that a simple head-shot isn’t effective?” Valkyrie asked.

Robert shook his head. “I’ve seen too many revive after being shot through the top of the head,” he said. “I can give you backup - if you arm me.”

“You haven’t been trained with this,” Archangel said. “But you can keep watch near the door while we’re inside.”

“Have you got a crowbar or something heavy?” Robert asked. “I am good with those.”

“He’s not lying about that,” Daria said and shuddered. “I’ve seen him use one before.”

oooooooooo

Robert stood outside the RV beside Daria, a tire iron in his right hand. Archangel looked at the couple and said, “Do not come in the house unless one of us comes out to get you. Let us do what we’ve been trained to do.” He looked at Valkyrie and said, “Do it.”

The blonde agent opened the door the same way she did at the Lane household and the door opened.

To Daria it was like watching a police show, with the blonde on one side of the door and the younger agent on the other side, while the black man waited behind the woman.

The man called Tiberius pushed open the door and a loud moan sounded from inside the house.

“They know we’re here,” Robert said and hefted his tire iron.

Valkyrie nodded at Tiberius and the young man went inside the doorway. She followed and Archangel followed her a couple of seconds later. He still used his walking cane as he moved.

A couple of seconds later, the two outside could hear weird, hissing sounds, then the sound of a body as it hit the floor.

Inside the house’s kitchen, Tiberius stepped over the body, a man with distinctive blue-gray color to his skin and moved on inside the house, followed by his partners.

On the other side of a closed door, a scratching sound could be heard and Valkyrie aimed her weapon at it. “Open it,” she said and Tiberius quickly opened the door then stepped back.

A female zombie rushed into the room and turned to the younger agent. Before she could reach him, the blonde fired her weapon with a hiss and the head disintegrated.

The room had been a bedroom at one time. Inside it, seven zombies sat around one corner as they fed on what had once been a living person. They ignored the agents at the doorway and continued to eat. Tiberius stood guard outside the room as Archangel and Valkyrie moved into the room; the two leveled their weapons and began firing.

oooooooooo

Archangel appeared at the door a few minutes later and said, “You can come in if you want - but it’s a real mess. There were nine zombies in here. Apparently this Stone person was creating his own zombies. I have no idea why - yet.”

Daria grabbed Robert’s left arm and said, “We’ll wait here.” When he looked at her, his eyes raised, she said, “Please.”

“O.K.,” Robert said and waited with her.

oooooooooo

Daria was amazed that the agents could easily eat their sandwiches after what had happened. As they ate, they questioned the two, especially Robert, on their experiences in Fostoria. She and Robert also ate, but she felt that this was going to be her last meal with him.

They ignored Daria’s questions on how Stone created his zombies, however. But they took copious notes, as well as digital recordings, of the interview.

She looked at Robert and he glanced at her. It really figures, she thought. Just when I find somebody and we hit it off, I lose him. It’s so unfair.

Robert smiled at her and winked. She smiled and looked down.

oooooooooo

As the interview came to an end, Archangel looked at them and said, “It’s time to do the reset. You’ll go first, Robert, then we’ll reset Daria’s world.”

Not now, Daria thought. “Can we have a few minutes alone?” she asked quickly. “Please?”

Tiberius shook his head and stood up. “We don’t have time for this non--”

Archangel grabbed the younger agent’s right arm in a firm grip - it made Tiberius wince - and said, “Come on, ‘emperor’, lets go outside and stretch our legs.” He stood up and looked at Daria and Robert. “Take your time.” They left the RV.

Valkyrie lingered slightly and said, “We’ll be just outside. Knock when you’re ready for us to come back in.” Then she stepped outside with the others.

Robert pulled Daria to him and wrapped his arms around her. For the next several minutes, they sat there in their silent embrace.

Daria felt her eyes water up, but held it in and closed them tightly. She said to Robert, her voice quiet, “You started to say something to me before we stepped into the light yesterday.”

A small smile appeared on his face and he closed his own eyes as a tear ran down his left cheek. “I know,” he said.

“Tell me now,” she said. “Please. Even if it’s not really true yet, tell me, anyway.”

He kissed her forehead and said, “I love you, Daria Morgendorffer.”

Her chin quivered and she took a deep breath. “This is so damned unfair,” she said, her voice a mutter.

“Life is unfair, Daria,” he whispered. “You know that.”

She looked up at his face through tear-blurred eyes, blinked and said, “Look at me.” He did so and said, “The way they talked, you won’t have any memories of me - or our time together.”

“Actually, they said it might seem like a dream to me,” he said. “Some dreams I’ve had seemed unbelievably real. One time, I dreamed that I had a chest full of gold. To this day, I can see the gold coins fall out of my hands as I pulled them out of the chest.” He sighed. “I have wondered, more than once, if some of my ‘dreams’ were actually pieces of reality that were...reset by some powerful force. Looks like I just got my answer.”

He then smiled at Daria. “I hope my memories of our time together will seem like that dream.”

“That wouldn’t be fair to Maggie,” Daria said quickly.

“That illustrates my dilemma, Daria. If I choose you, I betray Maggie and the kids. If I choose them, I betray you.”

“There’s nothing to betray here, Robert. You and I haven’t even had a week together yet. You and Maggie had a decade together - maybe even longer. She was the winner before there was even a competition.” She moved slightly and kissed his neck. “Besides, from the way they talk, neither of us really have a choice in this matter.”

“It still hurts like hell,” he said and moved his face to hers. “I will say this, Daria, and it is the truth. I would have loved you - eventually. I was looking forward to our first Christmas together - and our first Valentine’s Day.” He sighed. “The scary thing is what if they’re lying about the reset? What if they put me down in the middle of a group of zombies back home? My dream last night could be an omen of things to come.”

She moved closer to him and kissed him. His words stopped and he held her still as they kissed. When she broke the kiss, she said quickly, “You are a survivor, Robert Nelson. Don’t think like that - don’t talk like that. Your old life will return and you will be...be where you belong.”

Then they kissed some more.

After several minutes, they stopped kissing, but remained in an embrace. “I have a confession to make,” she said.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I read your diary.”

Robert chuckled and kissed the side of her face. “I thought so,” he said. “I suspected it when you kept questioning me about Lauren and Janelle. When you bought the red velvet cake, it clinched it.” He ran his right hand over her back. “I also have a confession to make.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I really liked it when I got to touch your legs.”

Daria smiled and looked up at him. “And here I thought you liked me for my wit and charisma.”

Then they kissed some more.

oooooooooo

Nearly a half-hour later, Robert moved to the spot in the middle of the RV’s interior , as he was directed.

Archangel approached him and shook his hand. “Thank you for your assistance, Mr. Nelson,” he said. “The information you provided us with will help us in fighting zombies - wherever we encounter them.”

“A pity I won’t remember it,” Robert said, his voice slightly sarcastic.

“That can’t be helped,” Valkyrie said.

The black man moved to Daria and shook her hand as well. “Thank you for your assistance, as well, Miss Morgendorffer.”

Daria looked confused. “I’m not the zombie expert that Robert is,” she said.

“I’m referring to the fact that you two aren’t fighting this.”

“I’m not happy about it,” the teen admitted, “but if Robert can have his family back, then it’s worth it.” She moved up to her soon-to-be former companion and held up her left hand towards the agents. “Please, wait a few seconds.”

Tiberius looked irritated and Valkyrie rolled her eyes, but Archangel said, “Go ahead, but this is the last time, young lady.”

“O.K.” She embraced Robert tightly and laid her head on his left shoulder. “You take good care of Maggie and your children,” she said, her voice a whisper. “Be the best husband and father that you can be.”

“You make sure that you take that self-defense course,” he replied and returned her embrace. “We could have made a good team, Daria.”

“I know, Robert, I know.” They kissed one last time, then Daria moved back beside the agents.

When Archangel pressed the button, Robert sighed and vanished.

Daria’s shoulders slumped and she looked down at the floor. “Well, when is it--” She vanished as well.

oooooooooo

“O.K., why did you skip out of class?” Daria Morgendorffer asked as she and her best friend, Jane Lane, walked down the street.

“Ah...Ms. Li had me in the office for awhile,” Jane replied, her expression blank.

Daria stared at her silently for several seconds as they walked, and closed her eyes.

Jane stopped and looked at Daria. “Amiga, what’s wrong?”

“We’ve done this before,” the smaller teen said.

The brunette blinked and nodded, “Now that you mention it, we have done this before. You were going to ask about hidden porn in my locker, then say something about painting smiley faces on the security camera lenses.”

Daria opened her eyes, looked down at the sidewalk and said, “Robert.”

Jane paled and said, “Oh, hell, that really happened. I thought I dreamed it. Wait a minute! How did we end up back here again?”

Daria swallowed and shook her head as she thought over all that had happened. “Government agents - they came and took Stone’s machine and all his stuff. They questioned Robert over what his world was like.” She touched her forehead and took a deep breath. “Then they sent him back to his world. Then they sent us back in time.”

“They sent him back? To a dead world?”

Daria bit her lower lip and briefly closed her eyes. Then she said, “They claimed that they could fix his world - bring back his family.” She sighed. “I hope they weren’t lying about that.”

“Does that mean that we’ll have to deal with Stone again?”

“No. They said that they’ll...take care of him.” She took another deep breath. “Shit.”

Jane lightly touched Daria’s shoulder and the smaller teen looked at her, a sad expression on her face. “Why don’t we go get a pizza? It might make us feel better.”

“I just want to go home and go to my room,” Daria said and shook her head. “I’m sorry, Jane, I just don’t feel like being out right now.” She then turned and walked on down the sidewalk.

Nearly a minute later, she passed Trent on the sidewalk, but said nothing.

“Hey, Daria,” he said and she stopped and looked at him. “Why aren’t you with Jane? Is something wrong?”

“Do you remember what happened?” she asked. “Do you remember Robert?”

Trent blinked and stared at the teen. “Whoa. I thought that was a dream.”

“It really happened, Trent,” Daria said. “But we’re the only ones who’ll remember it.” She turned and walked off, her gaze on the sidewalk as she moved.

Trent watched her disappear down the sidewalk.

“Hey, bro,” Jane said from behind him.

He looked around at his sister and asked, “What happened?”

“The government got involved,” she said. “They sent Robert back to his world and moved us back in time.”

“What about that scientist guy? Won’t we run into him again?”

Jane shook her head. “Apparently, they got him, too.”

“You think Daria will be O.K.?”

The girl blinked and shrugged. “I hope so.”

oooooooooo

In her bedroom, Daria laid on her bed fully dressed as she stared at the ceiling. She blinked on occasion and every so often, lightly shook her head.

She didn’t know how much time had passed, but when her door was opened, the sun had set. She heard her mother ask, “Daria, are you O.K.?”

“I’m fine, Mom,” she said, her voice a monotone.

“How did your day go at school?”

Daria lifted her head, looked at her and asked, “Do you remember the cookout?”

“That’s been several months ago, sweetie. I think it was October. Why do you ask?”

“No reason. I just wanted to know if you remembered.” She laid her head back down and closed her eyes.

Helen looked at Daria for several seconds, then stepped out of the room as her cell phone rang.

oooooooooo

It was the next morning when Quinn came downstairs as Jake finished his coffee. Daria had left earlier and told nobody where she was headed. “Oh, I’m glad I caught you, Daddy,” she said. “I need to go to the mall today and meet the rest of the Fashion Club there.”

Jake looked at her and said, “You know, Quinn, I’ve been thinking that a cookout would be real nice today.”

The redhead laughed and shook her head. “I can’t do that today, Daddy. I really have to go to the mall.”

“Oh, well, I can drop you off,” he said. “That’s no problem.”

“I’m glad,” she said. “Can I also borrow your credit card?”

He looked at her briefly and said, “I have to stop by my office first. If you help me there, I’ll let you have the card.”

A small frown appeared on Quinn’s face, but she said, “Sure, I’ll help you if it won’t take too long.”

oooooooooo

At Jake’s office, he said, “I want you to go through my magazines and pull out any that are more than three months old. I’ll buy some new ones today. Got to keep my magazines current.”

“You need better magazines, too, Daddy,” she said. “Like Waif or Savvy Teen.”

Jake laughed. “My customers don’t read those magazines, Quinn. I’ll be right back. I have to see John McGruder at his sandwich shop about his account.”

When he left, Quinn picked up one magazine. “Ewww! Field and Stream. Oh, my goodness, Branding Today. Those poor cows!”

Jake’s office had a TV and videocassette recorder set up in a corner. When the VCR kicked on, Quinn looked at it for several seconds. “Well, might as well see what’s on while I do this,” she said and turned on the set.

She gathered several magazines and checked the dates as the show played. She looked at the man on the set and stared at him briefly. Looks familiar, she thought. Wonder what show he’s been on?

Then she saw the teen female lead and gawked. Gawd! That looks like Daria. Except she’s dressed better.

The action showed the couple surviving on a world full of zombies and then somehow traveling to the teen’s world. The two had dinner with two of the teen’s friends, then they became a couple. As they held hands, Quinn said, “He needs to, like, get better clothes.”

Then the next scene showed the man meeting the teen’s parents and her younger redhead sister. She looks good, Quinn thought, but those shoes totally do not match her top.

The episode continued with government agents stopping the couple, sending the man back to his world and resetting the time on the teen’s world. Except the teen remembered everything and was sad. “Poor girl,” Quinn muttered.

The episode ended with the teen’s younger sister watching everything on TV - in her father‘s office. The girl on the TV started to turn around, stopped, then turned off the TV.

The credits came on and Quinn froze, her face pale. This has happened before. But when? She started to turn around, but stopped. No. Don’t do it.

Quinn lifted the remote control and turned off the TV.

Executive Producer - Frank Robertson