EEEeeek! For a minute there, I saw a possible Gerard/Frank pairing going on, but alas, I was wrong (Haha, that would have suprised me anyway, since you're so in love with Ville...). But, um...Bam? Yeah. No clue. For some reason, my first thought was him strapping bombs to himself and blowing up the whole lot of 'em, but...I also watch a lot of college student films about war, and that seems to happen a lot. So what I'm trying to say is, uh, that I have no idea whatsoever and I should really stop blabbering and actually tell you how much I love this story. Which is a lot. Because you started it off really happy and giddy, and (whether you realized it or not) it's slowing transforming into a morose, electrifying shocker that is getting progressively darker. Blah blah blah, all that jazz, I never shut up, I adore you, and such things. Keep up the fantastic work, dah-ling.