Charlotte Mattson

Deputy Commissioner at the Scotland Yard. Part of The Manic Heart RG

[tony-navarro-deactivated2015020]

Rolled Together | Tony + Charlotte

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"Oh yeah, I’ve been up there. The scenery is really amazing." England, Ireland and Scotland as a whole were practically a photographer’s wet dream with all the lush landscapes and the history all throughout the area. Tony could literally spend days and days roaming around with his camera and he’d be a happy camper. If he didn’t favor having a bed so much, he’d feel okay with living out of his car but that wasn’t the only reason why he didn’t do that. 

Tony nodded his head, “I’d agree with that.” London seemed to be like this beacon of trouble but thankfully, he’s managed to avoid being caught up in it. She brought up the blackout and he was close to answering before she went back on it. “Probably not but I wasn’t here when it happened.” He’d been off venturing around in Spain when it did so he considered himself lucky because he’d seen the damage when he got back and he’d never seen anything like it. Tony looked over to the waiter but he didn’t need to say a thing since Charlotte took care of that for him. He shook his head and said, “No, it’s fine.” He smiled at her, noticing that her glance kept going upwards so he figured he might as well address the elephant in the room. “Not a fan of the tats?” Tony pointed upwards but in reality, he had way more tattoos that were covered up with his sleeves and his shirt as a whole. 

[commissioner-mattson]

"You've been to Northumberland?" Charlotte chuckled at that. "Well, it's greener than here, I'll give you that." He hadn't been kidding when he said he liked travelling, if Northumberland was somewhere he'd passed. "Where else have you been?" Though her job of course allowed her to travel, she never got to see much of the scenery; at this point, she was sure she had a lot of vacation days saved up, but--- she was the job and the job was her. She couldn't rightly leave before this black out fiasco was over and dealt with in its entirety, lest she wanted to give the people of London even more reason to hate her. "Count yourself lucky you weren't." Her tone had a certain kind of finality, hands lying flat on the table and her body rocking forward a little, smallest bit of authority in her gaze, hoping the subject was now done.

Once the wine was settled on, Charlotte reached for the actual menu and started reading, picking; though she found her gaze moving up towards the ink adorning his head. She still thought he was more than a little crazy for having tattoos there, truth be told. Ducking her head a little when he pointed it out, a rueful smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Apologies, I didn't mean to imply--- I've just never really seen anyone with tattoos on their head and I'm just wondering what the hell you were thinking, really, getting those. Didn't they hurt?" There was enough humour to her tone that she hoped he knew she was somewhat teasing. "I'm guessing those aren't your only ones... ran out of space everywhere else?"

[tony-navarro-deactivated2015020]

Rolled Together | Tony + Charlotte

[tony-navarro-deactivated2015020]

Tony couldn’t help but smile when she smiled, it was simply a knee jerk reaction for him but it also alluded to the notion that he was doing okay so far. “Oh yeah, New Mexico.” It wasn’t like he could forget that he spoke differently than people around here. While English wasn’t his first language, most wouldn’t be able to pick up on that right away or unless he told them. His natural accent wasn’t as strong as it used to be since he was surrounded by a slew of varying accents here, most of which he didn’t know where they came from. Hell, sometimes he had a hard time understanding people but he tried his best to keep up because maybe they also had a hard time understanding him. “It’s in the southeast part and mostly known for aliens - extraterrestrial.” 

"I guess more than most, maybe? I don’t know but I’ve been on a few." Some would say his friends could be overbearing but most of them were married or in serious relationships so they said that they wanted Tony to be happy and apparently that meant dates with people he’s never met. Tony nodded, "I mean, I guess they do but it seems to me like you’re doing your job to the best of your ability and yanno, shit happens." He couldn’t imagine what her job was like but he could hardly think it’s fair to be mad at her for something that happened. "I’m a groundskeeper at a cemetery but it’s mostly just a job. Photography and traveling are my real passions." Most people looked at him funny when he stated his job and he was hoping that he could find something else sooner rather than later. 

[commissioner-mattson]

Her eyes frequently strayed to the tattoos on his head as he spoke, gaze narrowed slightly in thought. She didn't find herself attracted to him, but couldn't deny that his easy smile and cheerful demeanour set her at ease more than she'd been in any company in a while. It felt nice; to interact with someone who seemed to just be happy and uncaring. She wondered what that felt like. Shaking her head to keep those unproductive thoughts at bay, she put her chin in her hands and gave him a vague smile, a small nod of her head. "I'm originally from Northumberland myself." She offered in  a conversational tone, but keeping it at that; too early to start doling out personal information like how she missed it there and wished she were back there. It was odd, really, she'd wanted the commissioner position for so long and she was good at her job---- but like this? Not like this. 

A soft snort fell from her nose, gaze turning dryly amused. "I'd say shit happens is sort of an understatement around here." The bombings, the black out, the murder and drug traffick, the gangs and scum roaming the streets -- it was more than just shit, it was a veritable avalanche of excrement. "When did you arrive in London? Were you here during the black out?" --- a part of her winced. She'd told herself she'd leave work at the work place for tonight and here she was, already discussing that subject. "Never mind, it's not the most cheerful of subjects, is it?" Her brows rose a little as he told her his profession, but that small smile returned as he continued. "Is that why you came here? I travel sometimes, but those trips are mainly job related; and I never see anything outside of the inside of a conference hall, I'm afraid." Wryly shaking her head, she opened her mouth to say something else when they got interrupted by the waiter who was giving the both of them a cool glance. "Bottle of the house wine," She ordered curtly, her own features hardening in suspicion as she accepted the menu. "Hope you don't mind I ordered."

[victoria-blackreinhardt]

A Day in the Museum || Charlotte & Victoria

commissioner-mattson

Busy, busy, busy. That was the only description of how her days had went for the past few days. Melaney had changed her mind about staying in London any longer due to the blackout and they had to call someone temporary to fill her in for the time being… and guess who? As much as she was disappointed that her auburn-haired friend decided to move back to New York, life goes on. Victoria was glad that Melaney was meticulous in her work and despite the volume of work she left behind, Victoria could easily say that overseeing the events and exhibitions going on in the museum was no as tedious as she thought it would be.

Tonight, the exhibition was on the royal crown jewels of the Roman empire. As usual, it was heavily guarded since the displays were worth millions of pounds and due to the blackout happening only last month, security in the museum seemed to have tripled. So tonight would go smoothly right? No hanky-panky or any trouble? Victoria definitely hoped so.

Soft classical music entertained the guests filing into the exhibition and the soft murmurs of discussion could be heard as Victoria made her rounds with a wine glass in hand. She didn’t plan to drink on the job – it was just common ethics to appear as if she was blending in and mingling. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a shady figure lingering at the far corner of the exhibition room leading towards the back. Shooting a smile at a random guest, Victoria placed her glass at one of the high tables before making her way slowly towards the suspicious character. 

[commissioner-mattson]

Charlotte had needed a break from the black out case; her every day had been filled trying to get things organised, getting up plans, working together with the Government and trying to get to the bottom of it all, yet she guessed she'd been staring at it too long now, because her very mind drew a big blank whenever she tried thinking about it once more. So in a small break of character, she'd allowed herself one evening on another assignment. Security at the National Museum, making sure no one would try anything foolish at the current exhibition. A quiet night, for once. 

Plus, it had been a while since she'd actually gone to an exhibition; and while looking at jewels from behind a glass pane amidst the rich folk of London wasn't exactly her idea of a good time, she found herself enjoying the calm atmosphere none the less -- plus, she couldn't underestimate the power of networking, no matter how much she loathed chit chat.

The rest of her officers were positioned on strategic places as she trawled the place, her dark eyes sharp and alert. Jobs like these reminded her of simpler times; before she got bombarded to deputy commissioner at the Yard. Getting into it again had gone nary automatically, as if she was shedding the coat of authority she veiled herself in so often and was simply another officer doing a job. 

She'd picked up on the out of place looking bloke the same time the host of the exhibition had, her eyes narrowing in slight suspicion. Slowly, she started shading the woman, Victoria Black-Reinhardt, ready to jump in in case anything were to go wrong.

[tony-navarro-deactivated2015020]

Rolled Together | Tony + Charlotte

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Tony was truly trying to figure out why she looked familiar to him and he felt like the answer was right on the tip of his tongue but he just couldn’t make it come out. He figured that sooner or later, it would come to him or maybe it wouldn’t, for all he knew. Tony didn’t miss the look on her face which was the usual look he got because of his tattoo’s. That’s why he had to do other things to overpower that initial reaction and hopefully, he accomplished that with the flower. “You’re welcome. I think my mom and all my aunts would’ve come over here to smack me upside the head if I didn’t at least do that.” 

He sat back down, still not feeling as nervous as someone else in his position might be. Charlotte was beautiful but above that, she seemed strong and not entirely in a physical way. “I wouldn’t say strong-armed since I don’t really mind blind dates. Even the bad ones.” Tony smiled again, clasping his hands together on the table but in that moment, it clicked. “Wait, you’re the commissioner, aren’t you? I swore you looked familiar.” The smile never faltered from his face since it wasn’t like he had anything to hide. No criminal record, despite what the tattoos might imply. “Wow, that’s crazy!” Or was it crazy that a regular guy like him and someone like her had a mutual friend somewhere down the line. “I’m sorry,” Tony laughed, “They didn’t tell me who you were. Not that it matters but it’s still pretty cool.”

[commissioner-mattson]

His words brought the first hint of a smile to her face and Charlotte couldn't help but feel bad about her initial assumption regarding the tattoos. Not every bloke with a tattoo was a thug; and though she hadn't seen anyone with a tattoo on the head it was unfair of her to assume a bad background just because of that. Call it occupational hazard, however; experience sometimes wasn't the best teacher. Cocking her head to the side a little, her brows furrowed as she tried to place the accent. Definitely not from around. "You're from overseas, aren't you?" It was a tentative way of reaching out, initiating some form of conversation -- more than she'd been willing to do when she first walked in, at least.

"You go on a lot of blind dates?" Her brows raised at that, though she immediately felt herself tense and her gaze shutter as he finally recognised her. The bad reaction she'd been expecting did not come, for which she was grateful --- but it didn't abate the apprehension. "Cool? A lot of people would disagree these days," Charlotte mumbled, a hint of bitterness to her tone. She hadn't forgotten the accusations or the looks she'd received; still received, for that matter. London might be on its way to recovery, but the trust in the force was still on shaky legs. "I'm glad it doesn't matter, though. Since you've rightly guessed what I do and who I am, why don't you tell me what you do?"

[tony-navarro-deactivated2015020]

Rolled Together | Tony + Charlotte

Contrary to popular belief, Tony thought that blind dates were a lot of fun more often than not. Of course he didn’t like the idea of needing someone to set him up but life was all about the journey and sometimes, you have to roll with whatever people throw at you. “Don’t worry Tony, I think you’ll like her." Tony wasn’t picky when it came to dates. He didn’t really have a type of woman he liked to pursue since different people brought different things to the table. He didn’t know anything about his date, other than her name was Charlotte but that’s all he really needed because everything else, he’d find out on his own.

Tony arrived to the restaurant a little early since his mother always told him that if you’re not early, you’re late. It was simply one of those little things that stuck with him over the years. The restaurant was nice, requiring Tony to dress in something a little nicer; black jeans and a white button up shirt that he hoped would remain white by the end of the meal. On the table was a red tulip since he never liked to come empty handed to a blind date and he wanted to make a good impression whether the date panned out or not. Or to compensate for their probable first impression of a guy with tattoo’s on his head. 

When he saw the hostess walking Charlotte to the table, Tony stood up and smiled easily. There was something a little familiar about her but he couldn’t quite place where he might’ve seen her. “Hey, I’m Tony.” He greeted before reaching for the tulip, “This is for you.” 

[commissioner-mattson]

While it was nice to know that there were people who still cared enough to be concerned about her social life, she definitely did not need any of her 'friends' meddling in her love life, least of all setting her up for a blind date. The damage after the black out was only now really beginning to start getting cleaned up and she still had tons of paperwork to do --- she couldn't just take an evening off, not even after having worked so hard already. Yet her excuses got woven off, and despite the fact that she used every trick in the book to get out from under it, these people weren't intimidated by her anymore. It sort of felt nice, really.

In the end, she gave in simply to have them off her back; if she didn't like it, she didn't have to stay with whichever poor sod they'd set her up with. "Did you even tell him who I am? You realise he's going to bolt as soon as I show up, right?" But even that hadn't garnered much result.

So there she was, dressed up in her nicest clothing (and god, did she ever feel naked not dressed in her customary uniform, despite the fact that she was wearing jewellry for pete's sake), trying to keep the disdain edited from her features and at least trying to give the barest smidge of a hint that she even wanted to be there, despite things to the contrary. She might've been strict and cold, but she tried not being an arsehole too much of the time.

The first look she got from her 'blind date' made her stomach clench in sudden apprehension, her gaze going slightly flat at the sight of the tattoos marring his head. He looked like so many of the hoodlum she'd put behind bars -- with the exception of the sunny smile on his face and the fact that he actually stood as she approached. "Charlotte," she retorted, blinking when he held out a tulip -- and despite her reluctance, her countenance softened. "Thank you, that's a nice gesture." There was a small purse to her mouth as she sat down, tongue probing the back of her teeth casting around for something to say. "Did you get strong-armed into this as well?"

[hedgewitches]

b i o s h o c k  i n f i n i t e

"I just want my ship." "And the Vox shall give her to you, but first you must help the Vox."

timothy olyphant as booker dewitt kerry washington as daisy fitzroy

[dom-colton-blog]

Can't Rain All The Time // Charlotte+Dom

[dom-colton-blog]

The voice sent a sort of twitch towards Spencer’s right eye. He wasn’t going to say he had the best luck in the whole world, but he didn’t really think that the Commissioner would sit next to him to drink. Hell, he didn’t take her to be the kind to nurse a glass of whiskey. But from the image he caught of her from the corner of his eye, he assumed that she was having as much of a bad day as he was. Different reasons, but still, a bad day none the less. He didn’t feel any sort of temptation to mock her. Spencer wanted to just feel numb right now. 

"Life’s a bitch, huh?" He snorted, shooting back another drink as he rubbed his forehead with his pointer and middle finger. It felt like he was going to be regretting this in the morning when the sun shined through the fucking window. He had half the mind to just nail some wood to the windows to keep the house pitch black. But—that would be rather drastic—even coming from him. 

[commissioner-mattson]

The voice made her stiffen, gaze going from weary to wary. Charlotte didn't quickly admit to feeling intimidated, but there'd been something about the man that voice belonged to that had almost slipped under her skin and stuck there. He was about the last person right now she wanted to near to. Yet when she moved her gaze to the side, who she saw seemed like a completely different person. 

Starting a little as the scotch got placed down harshly on the wooden counter of the bar, her dark eyes moved towards the bartender who was looking at her none too friendly, -- one of the angry ones then. She could only hope he hadn't spit in it beforehand. 

Suddenly, her need for a drink had melted like snow to the sun and she let out a small sigh. "And then you die," Charlotte muttered, tone almost lined with a dark, self-deprecating kind of amusement. Spit or not, she knocked back the drink. "Buy you the next round."

[dom-colton-blog]

Can't Rain All The Time // Charlotte+Dom

Everyone was prone to having some down days. In Spencer’s case, he was prone to one bad day among days where he gave little to no fucks about anything. That is, he did a good job of not letting memories rear their ugly heads.

Today they showed up. It was hard to believe that something as pretty as his own daughter could be perceived as ugly to him. The truth was, it was a reminder of the things he let go. A pit of regret was stuck inside of him and he knew it would never go away. But, crying over spilled milk was not how he planned to spend life.

No milk was being spilled. But whiskey was being poured into his glass now. Spencer shot it back once more, not feeling phased by the sting in the back of his throat anymore. The man to the side was on the phone—talking to someone that must have been family. By how he slurred his words and became frustrated, Spencer could only wonder if he knew there were people at the bar that didn’t have the luxury of their kids calling them.

"You should clean yourself up and get home to that family." Spencer sounded oddly kind—it was rare to get that out of him if you weren’t someone he liked. "Before you lose that head on your shoulders and miss out on your kid…"

The man let out a snort, and it wasn’t due to Spencer’s words that he left. The bar refused to serve him more alcohol. “They waste the good things on people like that…” Spencer saw his glass was full again and shot it back. Still not numb.

[commissioner-mattson]

Bars weren't usually places Charlotte tended to spend much time in; then again, after the blackout, she hadn't had time to spend on anything but work. Case reports, complaint files, advice reports, press conferences, government meetings, staff meetings, -- a couple of weeks further and finally, finally things were starting to get organised. The debris had been cleared, the bodies mostly identified and courts were set up in order to trial and charge the people the force did manage to arrest that night. 

And now, for the first time since the blackout, Charlotte finally had a couple of hours where she could stop thinking about work; -- yet instead of using them to catch up on sleep, she was using them to drink. 

Perhaps if she drank, she'd be able to let go of the thoughts that kept plagueing her. Guilt, anger, stubborn determination, was it my fault or wasn't it? Should I have tried harder? Because despite what she claimed, that she'd done the most she could, -- that her people hadn't done anything but their best, every dead body still felt like a personal failure. 

A lot of positions had reopened, with almost no one wanting to fill them after what had happened. She'd had to deny people a leave of absence despite knowing they deserved it simply because she couldn't miss another person. The people were angry, and now her employees were angry and though Charlotte wasn't responsible for the mess that had caused this, she was responsible for the aftermath.

After this, maybe she would take a leave of absence. 

So here she was, in a bar she'd never been to before with people falling silent as she walked past; some of them looking respectful, others angry, some hopeful, others disappointed. Charlotte slid on a stool at the bar, letting out a weary sigh. She didn't even notice the man sitting next to her, nursing his own shot of whiskey, -- if she had, she might've gone to sit somewhere else. "Scotch, please."

[adelekwong-blog-deactivated2022]

I’d hate to have your job. One thing I cannot do is bite my tongue. I know it cause a lot of problems, but I can’t help it. Kudos to you for being able to control your temper. There are many reason out there why people shouldn’t trust the police, but not all of them are rotten fruits. Don’t worry, I understand.

Correct.

[commissioner-mattson]

I don't think anyone would like to have my job, right now. Not even I like it, to be perfectly honest. Lord knows I fully realise how flawed the system they have me work in is, and how flawed the people working in it are. A lot of things need to be changed, but no one seems to be willing to do it.

That's for another day, though; I think I'll just concentrate on the clean up for now, before I even contemplate tackling the system. One step at the time.

But... we've been talking about me the entire time and I'm starting to feel bad for it. What is it that you do?

[psych-nurse-joey-deactivated201]

You know what?  I wasn’t about to go off blaming anybody but whoever stabbed my coworker and left his corpse in the hall for me to find, but I’m also not about to stand here and listen to how helpless and sad you feel because people are scared and frustrated. We count on you. We rely on you to protect us when things happen. All those kids, they just got another lesson on how goddamn miserable this world is, and at the same time, they learned that they can’t rely on the authorities to protect them. The next few days are going to be a mess of relapses, fucked up progress, and fear, and it’ll take months to undo that damage, if not years. 

I understand that you’re frustrated, but at the same time, this is your job, and there are no gold star stickers for effort when people can’t rely on their police force. 

[commissioner-mattson]

No. If anything, it was the Government's job to set up a contingency plan for these kinds of things, but there wasn't one because this was a never before seen situation, do you get that? There was no security, no possible way of communicating and no other way than to work in the dark. I sent every officer, every constable and every detective I had out on the streets that night, I had people to be stationed at every public facility including hospitals, but whether or not they arrived was completely out of my control from the moment they stepped out into those streets. Most likely the policemen I sent to your hospital got killed on their way there because a lot of citizens did not do their part by doing the right thing an taking advantage of the situation of there being no CCTV to start murdering and looting and playing 'kill the cop'. You talk about people being scared and frustrated and having endured trauma, yet seem to completely dismiss that police officers are also people and not goddamn superheros, which is apparently what you're expecting us to be.

It is my job, and I did my job and I will not stand here and let you tell me I didn't. In this situation, we all failed. Every single goddamn layer of this society. No one gets a gold star. But just because it happened like this in this situation, does not mean that it will happen again in the following one. 

[psych-nurse-joey-deactivated201]

My children aren’t feeling unsafe, because I don’t have any children. The children at the hospital where I work, though, they’re already battling a huge host of mental health issues, and now they’re being taught somebody can die ten feet away and there’s not much anyone can do about it, which is seriously damaging to children with disorders that make them anxious and depressed. 

And for the most part, they’re not old enough to understand the ideas of overworked cops and resources spread thin, so telling them what you told me won’t do a whole lot.  

[commissioner-mattson]

Well, I'm not telling the children, I'm telling you, because you sure sounded like you were about to blame the force and thus by default me, since I'm in charge of them, for not doing their job properly and trying to make everyone feel safe again. At this point, though, that's like asking for a miracle and there's not much I can do about it either except move forward the best I can, -- and trust me, I hate it just as much as you do.

You know, that helplessness you're feeling is what I feel every time someone comes up to me asking why we didn't try harder, even if I did all I could. Asking me for clarification on why it happened at all. Asking how it got this far. 

I don't have those answers. I can't make sense of it either. Chances are, I'll never have the right answer for you or those children, -- nor will we probably find whoever murdered that security guard of the hospital you work at. But that doesn't mean we're not trying our utmost best; that I'm not trying my utmost best to ensure that something like this doesn't have the chance of happening again. If you're looking for someone to blame, blame the people who started this.

[adelekwong-blog-deactivated2022]

Just like they always do. Hopefully they won’t cause more troubles if they do end up doing that. That is a nice way of looking at it. Forgive me and my lack of manners. My name’s Adele, Adele Kwong.

[commissioner-mattson]

Not always easy, though. I do have to bite my tongue sometimes, -- and it doesn't always work. I realise the police hasn't always done the best they should've done in the past, but I'd like to say I tried everything I could. Though, that's not something I feel I should be concerning you with. Forgive me, I'm just tired. Long days.

Charlotte Mattson. I guess you already knew that, though.

[psych-nurse-joey-deactivated201]

They still haven’t caught the guy who killed our security guard during the blackout. It’s been a disaster. The kids don’t feel safe anymore, and I don’t blame them. 

[commissioner-mattson]

Ma'am, I get what you are saying, and we are doing the best we can, but right now we are literally already looking at fifty open murder cases, half of which are police officers, all of which happened in the dead of night with no security feed anywhere nearby whatsoever to give us any evidence on who killed who. So, as soon as anyone finds a method on how to locate a murderer while practically working blind and with almost every citizen of London as a possible suspect, plus half the work force either dead, injured or battling stress related problems, then you can be sure you'll get your information. 

I am sorry that your children don't feel safe. I think after that night, however, no one can really claim feeling safe anymore. I don't blame them either. But please, don't start blaming it on the force. We're doing everything we can with the circumstances that we've been dealt. 

[adelekwong-blog-deactivated2022]

You can’t please everyone, especially when it comes to these things. I think that right now people are looking for someone to blame, and since they don’t have a culprit yet, you are the next target. It’s a completely asinine situation.

[commissioner-mattson]

Government will find someone to blame soon enough in order to appease the people; even if they place the blame in the wrong corner. I'm used to being seen as culprit to a lot of things wrong in the system - as long as it doesn't hinder me in my work, I can handle it. What's your name, Miss?

[evelyn-evie-reid-deactivated201]

I think the rest of the world assumes that you just don’t sleep at all. Do you need a coffee, Commissioner? I’m caught up with my work here, I could run and grab you one.

[commissioner-mattson]

Lately, they'd be right about that; A coffee would be splendid, thank you, Evelyn. Good to see you back, as well. I need the extra hand now more than ever.

[adelekwong-blog-deactivated2022]

True. It’s a shame people don’t know how hard your job is. They love allowing movies to brainwash them and change their perception of things. That doesn’t surprise me in the least. Oh, there is no need for that. I wasn’t even here when the blackout happened. I was actually trapped inside a plane. I only got to see the aftermath.

[commissioner-mattson]

I do think people know, they usually just don't care. Much easier to blame it on law enforcement if you don't force yourself to actually think things through, no? And of course the people who do care are just glad it's not them having to do what I do. The aftermath is bad enough as it is, I'm glad you weren't here for the actual 'event' as it were. 

[adelekwong-blog-deactivated2022]

Your suit definitely looked nice, although the styling was a bit iffy. The hem of your jacket wan’t symmetrical, but I am sure I am the only person in London that notices details like that. Got any clues on who could have done this?

[commissioner-mattson]

I'm sure my clothing isn't the only thing that looks iffy about me at the moment; with everything that's been going on, I barely even have time to put make up on every morning if I even get home at all. Clues, guesses, my knowledge right now is as good as yours, I'm afraid. I hope you got through the night somewhat unscathed at least.