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- Previously on Haven...

- It's the troubles, isn't it?

- Maybe it's some kind of cosmic test of our character.

- You seriously can't feel pain? - No.

- There are two different Havens.

There's the one that's right beneath the surface,

and then there's the one right underneath that.

You, Nathan, you live in both Havens.

You remember that woman that I look like?

- In the Colorado Kid pic? - Yeah.

Do you think there's a chance that her name could be Lucy?

- Could we pick this up later?

- Hey, Duke.

- On the menu this evening is a grilled tiger shrimp.

- Dinner, Friday night. Right.

- Don't even think about canceling on me, woman.

- When I couldn't make our dinner,

you met up with somebody else, didn't you?

I don't think I had friends. But I do now.

And so do you.

Seriously, you dragged me out of bed

at 8:00 a.m. on a Saturday to watch you meditate?

Audrey, it's gonna take us a little while

to get where we're going.

Just relax.

- Can you just tell me where we're going?

I know. I know.

You can't explain it. You have to show it to me.

Okay, then just tell me what this is about.

Is—is this about the troubles?

- Buddha says all good things come to those who wait.

- Yeah, does Buddha also say,

"Drink, smuggle, and always look out for number one"?

- I'm a reformed Buddhist.

- Can't you just tell me where we're going?

I don't understand.

- It's called Carpenter's Knot.

It's been in the Carpenter family since forever.

The last of the Carpenters is kind of a hermit.

You know, he closed down the hotel

and pulled up the red carpet when I was a kid.

- Hmm.

- Now, I hear that the grounds and resorts are very special.

- You hear?

You said you saw something that you had to show me.

- Oh. Well, I may have embellished about that.

- Yeah.

Practically smell the history, can't you?

- Yeah, I can smell something.

This place gives me the creeps.

All right, now are you gonna tell me why...

- Surprise! - Happy birthday!

- You...

- Got ya.

- Did you see her face? It was so...

Very effective.

That was priceless!

- Are you crying?

- No.

- Crying will not be tolerated today.

- Shut up! I am still armed.

Nobody's ever thrown me a birthday party before,

so it's— it's pretty awesome.

- Well, after all you've already done for Haven,

it's the least we could do.

- I never even expected it.

I didn't even know you guys were plan...

I didn't even expect it from the girl I don't even know.

Hello. - Julia Carr.

I'm Eleanor's daughter. I just got back in town.

- She was in Ethiopia with the Peace Corps.

- Well, Darfur, actually, with Doctors Without Borders.

- Well, thank you. Thank you for coming.

- Well, I brought margarita mix.

- Will you marry me, please?

- Julia here had the biggest crush on me

when she was just a wee lass.

- Please, I put up with your hipster chin fuzz

so you'd tell me cool traveling stories.

- She loved me.

I'm gonna...

- Bellhop's here.

- Oh, are these all for me? - Mm-hmm.

- Which one did you get me?

- This box.

It's, uh, shiny.

- Thanks for coming.

I know you're not really in a party mood.

- I wouldn't miss it.

- I was worried about you after Jess. I...

- Oh, I'm fine. I'm good.

Drink Jack out of the bottle,

listen to Patsy Cline, you know.

It's a man thing.

- Am I, uh, the last one here?

Well, I always enjoy making an entrance.

I'm Vaughn Carpenter.

Welcome to the Knot.

Mi casa es su, uh...

hotel for the weekend.

- Oh, Vaughn, thank you for having us.

Where's your better half?

- Why, she's, uh,

no longer with us.

No. - Oh.

- We had a good life.

Look at all of you!

The children are all grown up,

and the old are as ugly as ever.

But, of course, not you, Eleanor.

- Oh, Vaughn.

Here, I want to introduce you to the birthday girl,

Audrey Parker.

Vaughn Carpenter. - Hi.

- Hello, you...

Well, you're the spitting image...

- Um, I'm sorry?

- Lucy Ripley.

You look exactly like her.

- Lucy Ripley? Did you know her?

- She's an old friend.

Oh, damn.

Oh, the power is temperamental with the weather.

Excuse me while I check on the generator.

- Um...

- I thought it'd be best for them to think

you had passed, Olivia.

- Are you sure you have to do this?

- I'm getting weaker.

- Please be careful.

- Make sure they don't see you leave.

Have a safe trip.

♪♪

- Okay, everybody, let's take the presents to the table.

- Do you mind if we get settled in first, Mom,

pick out rooms, that kind of thing,

before you start, you know, cracking the whip?

- I'm not cracking the whip.

I'm trying to get everybody organized.

- I'm just saying maybe ask first.

Anybody have a preference?

- Uh... - Yeah.

- Do whatever you want.

- All right!

Hey, if they still have bunk beds,

I get dibs on the bottom.

- No fair. You always call dibs.

- That's 'cause I'm older,

but I'm faster.

- And you're short.

- So you want me to, uh— You want me to go with you?

I'll help you— Help you pick out a room.

- I actually thought I'd walk the grounds

before the rains hit.

- Well, you want me to just

place your bag in one of the rooms up there?

- Okay. Sure, yeah.

Thanks.

- Well, that was interesting.

- Yeah, that was a big bucketful of awkward.

- Yeah, speaking of which, um...

I don't really do public displays of gift giving,

but I got you a gift.

- Actually, I was gonna go look for Mr. Carpenter.

You know, he said that he knows Lucy,

so I wanted to ask him some questions.

- We just got here.

Don't worry.

You will have all weekend

to catch up with the old guy that you just met.

- I'm sorry, did you say that you got me a gift?

What is it? Is it a pony?

- Forget it.

- Nathan, are you in here?

- Anybody seen Audrey?

- Uh, just long enough to know

she was looking for Mr. Carpenter.

- I left my birthday presents in her room.

Figured she needed an outfit for the party.

She's gonna look fantastic.

Oh, sweetheart, would you get Vaughn

and get him to find some matches?

I forgot to bring something to light the cake with.

- Aye, aye, Captain.

- And Nath—Nathan. Where's—Nathan?

Oh, Nathan, go find Audrey.

- Sorry I'm the last one here.

Took me a little bit to figure out

this whole glam thing.

- My birthday's in March.

- You like the decorations?

- Dr. Carr, it's amazing.

It's a dragony, um...

- Underwater.

- Underwater wonderland.

What is that? Is that a sea horse?

Guys, get in here!

- Julia?

- What the hell is that?

- Get back! Get back! Get back!

Parker. Thank you.

Don't even touch it.

Oh, boy.

- It looks like... molt.

- Yup, you're right.

Vaughn Carpenter...

was a chameleon.

- What?

- Chief. - Sorry, Nathan.

A shape-shifter,

a monster,

for want of a better term, a chameleon.

And it's now shed Vaughn Carpenter's form

and found itself a new one.

One of ours.

Somebody right here in this room

is a chameleon,

which means one of us

is a killer.

One of us is dead.

I was a rookie

the one time I saw one of these chameleon things.

I was just back from 'Nam,

where must have thought

I'd pretty much seen and done everything,

until I was forced to shoot my own partner

right in the head to stop him from killing me.

- You killed your partner?

- Chameleon killed my partner.

He'd taken his shape,

taken his personality, taken everything.

I killed the chameleon...

But not before it had copied and killed six people.

Now, 27 years on the job,

and the only thing I've ever hoped for:

that I'd never have to see one of them again.

- How do we stop it from taking someone else?

- Everyone just has to stay within earshot

of everyone else,

'cause this chameleon thing,

it seems to need time with its victim

in order to mimic its soul.

Get jumped,

just scream as loud as you can.

- What does it want?

- It wants to kill, basically.

It wants to change. It wants to renew itself.

I think everybody here in this room's

pretty much well aware that the troubles are now back.

Well, this thing's lived as Vaughn Carpenter

all these years.

- Well, when the troubles were gone.

- Now all of a sudden it wants to get active again.

It's killed one of us already.

And I guarantee it's not gonna stop at one.

- Hang on a second.

Uh...

I'm trying to be Zen about all this.

Just so I'm clear...

you're saying that you haven't seen

one of these chameleon deals since the Reagan administration.

And now, of all the times

and all the places,

we just happen to get stuck in a storm

inside its damn lair?

I'm just curious how that happens.

- We didn't happen to get stuck.

We were invited.

- Dave.

- He called me— Vaughn.

Said it'd been too long.

Said he'd heard about all the troubles in town,

about the new FBI agent,

and he wondered if we...

We'd like to come over for a visit.

And then Eleanor called.

You did.

You called, and you said you were looking for a place

to throw Audrey a party.

I just thought it was fate!

- You're trying to blame me? I was looking for...

- Well, what was I supposed to do?

- Okay, everybody quiet.

Please, can we use our inside voices?

- We should probably call the mainland,

let 'em know what's happening.

- Yeah, good luck with that.

I haven't gotten a signal since we got on the boat.

- The landline's down too. I checked.

Probably the storm knocked it out.

- Or the chameleon thing.

- Yup.

- But Vaughn was gonna call a boat for us when we were...

Well, I guess that isn't gonna happen.

- Well, now, there's a boathouse down by the water.

Maybe there's a dinghy we can take back to the mainland.

- No, no, no, no, no, no.

No one's taking any boat back to any mainland,

not until we're absolutely sure this chameleon's dead.

- So, what, are you gonna stop me, Old Man River?

Maybe you just want to keep me here

so that you can eat me and take over my body.

- I'm not taking any chances

letting this killer loose on the mainland.

Now, if you want to throw down there, yoga mat,

you just feel free.

I've coughed up tougher than you.

- Hey, if I may interrupt the Chuck Norris revival

with some logic...

why don't we just go down to the boathouse

and then decide what to do?

Nathan?

Chief?

- Are you armed?

'Cause she is.

I mean, she's all "be cool" and whatnot.

She's got a gun.

How do we know she's not the thingamabob?

- I am not the thingamabob.

Ask me anything, all right?

What—the first boy that I kissed

was when I was 18.

My favorite singer is Ray Charles.

- Ray Charles?

- Okay, fine, I lied. It's Justin Timberlake.

And my middle name is Prudence,

self-inflicted on my confirmation.

So are we good now?

- Well, that may all be true, but...

we don't know you well enough to know.

- One.

Two.

That's one more than you knew that I had

and one I could have kept if I was a bad guy.

- How's about...

a little gun for you

and a little gun clip for you

and big ole gun, you know, for you

and big clip for...

Not really enough to go around.

- Anybody else?

- I'd certainly feel better

if the other two badges weren't packing.

- I got nothin'.

Service weapon is up in my bag.

Feel free to take it.

- What about you, Chief?

- A gun—I was coming to a party.

Look, there's nothing.

- All right, then. Anybody else?

Going once.

Going twice.

Okay, boathouse, ASAP.

- Okay.

- You get that side?

- Yup.

I'm not sure I...

- Just give it some slack. Then pull.

- Thank you.

Thanks for up at the hotel too.

- What?

- Well, I was trying to calm everybody down,

and you backed me up.

Thank you.

- That's what partners do.

Sucks.

You know, you were asking about Jess before.

It sucks.

But I appreciate you asking.

- Yeah, that's what friends do.

- Found this, uh...

in the old storage trunk out there.

You know, once that dries out,

it should work pretty fine.

Looks like somebody hit pay dirt in here.

- Yeah, well, let's find out.

- Oh!

- All right.

Looks like we found a boat. Now what?

- It's the chief.

Think about it.

If you're the chameleon,

you take the one with power,

the one that everybody listens to.

- The one with no social skills.

No, I— I'd take Nathan.

People listen to him. People like him.

- Yeah. Nathan's a good choice.

But the point is, I wouldn't take me.

- Of course not.

Why take an old man

when there are so many other choices?

- I wouldn't.

- Me neither.

- Decaf! - Oh!

- You look like you could use some.

- What did you do?

- Nothing. - You took the cheese knife.

- If I did, why wouldn't I tell you?

- Who knows why you do half the things you do?

- Really?

Now—you want to have this conversation now?

- I'm sorry.

Oh, I love you.

Please... let's not fight.

- I love you too, Mom.

- Oh.

- We should tell the others.

- And do what,

Have them draw straws for a seat?

No, I mean, everybody's going crazy back there.

- Yeah, so I lied about having a gun.

So sue me.

I made a call for the greater good,

a tough call.

One day, you're gonna grow up,

and you're gonna have to do the same thing.

- You left us stranded on this rock.

- Better than letting a killer loose on the mainland.

Look, leaving this place is not really an option anymore.

Basically, we either kill this son of a bitch

right here, right now,

or it kills us.

Got it?

- Well?

- No.

I'm afraid there's no boat, no raft,

no nothing, really,

just a, uh...

some old lanterns, couple thousand cockroaches.

- Little bitter luck on my trip to the attic.

- You went to the attic by yourself?

I thought we said to stay together.

- Nathan...

I found a radio.

Maybe I can fix it.

And no, I don't need any help.

- What can the rest of us do?

- We should find the victim.

We'll know who the chameleon is if we find the body.

- Yeah, but a million places to hide a body

in a house this size.

We better break up into teams.

What do you think?

So let's put the Hardy Boys here with the Bickersons.

Why don't you go with them, Nathan?

Parker, you're with me.

- All right. Duke?

- Party of one. Thanks.

I have work to do,

and I can't exactly do it

if I'm carrying the radio around with me.

- All right, thanks, everybody.

- Urban legend at my orphanage

used to say that bad kids would get shut up in the walls,

so we used to do this to try to find 'em.

Look how far I've come.

Hey, why didn't you pick Nathan for your team?

- Well, I thought the ladies needed a little protection.

- That, and you couldn't stand to talk to your son

for more than five minutes?

- Well... okay. That too.

- He's in a dark place right now, you know.

He could really use a friend.

- All the more reason for him not to have to talk to me, then.

There's something here.

Yeah, this is— This is boarded up.

- I think this lifts right out.

- Got it?

- Oh, you know what that is?

That's an old dumbwaiter.

- Yeah, I guess they really don't need those things anymore.

- Doesn't matter. Good find.

Nice job there, Parker.

Wow, is that a compliment?

You think it would, you know, kill you

to lay one of those on Nathan every once in a while?

- The troubles are back.

Getting all warm and fuzzy with Nathan

is not exactly gonna do him any favors.

- He's pretty tough.

- He's gonna have to be tough as nails

in order to deal with that on his own.

Otherwise, it'll eat him alive.

- Still, that doesn't mean you can't be friendly.

- Now, friendship, that's a burden.

I don't want to be a burden.

Especially I'm leaving him a whole world of troubles

he's gonna have to fix.

Let's go.

- Julia...

you okay?

- I don't want to die,

not here, not like this.

- You're not gonna die. Stop talking like that.

We're with you.

- No offense, Mom, but that's not real comforting.

For all I know, right now, you could be a hell beast

from the seventh circle,

waiting for me to turn my back

so you can rip off my face

and wear it around town like a Halloween mask.

- Take it easy.

- We're looking for a dead body,

and one of us is a monster.

I mean, why do the most awful, horrible things

keep happening in this godforsaken town?

I should never have let you convince me to come back.

- Hey, is everything okay?

- I think we should switch teams.

- Don't fight me, okay?

- Still she tells me what to do.

Sorry about before.

I kind of lost it.

- It's an intense situation.

- Here I thought I was the queen of extreme.

You know, I left town wanting to walk the Earth,

have adventures, come back all knowing and wise.

Figured dealing with my mom was a no-brainer at that point.

Guess I should have stayed away longer.

- Hey, uh...

not that it's any of my business or anything,

but staying away, even though it's easier,

you miss out on a lot of stuff too.

- This is weird.

There's all these newspaper clippings...

Including one of you.

- What?

- Huh.

Here's one of Carpenter as a young man.

- "Noted family's last heir receives final rites."

- He had bacterial meningitis.

See how his body was wasting away?

- Mm-hmm.

- And yet here he is, three days later.

- "Scion makes miraculous recovery.

Doctors at a loss for explanation."

- You don't recover from bacterial meningitis

in three days.

- He didn't.

The chameleon took his shape.

He's been living as Carpenter for 27 years.

- You think his wife knew?

- I think so.

Look at the picture.

She just got the best news ever...

Her husband is going to live...

And she's a million miles away,

thinking of God knows what.

- Yeah, but think.

If she knew the choice that she had to make...

I mean, the love of your life is dying,

and you could either, you know,

live happily ever after with a perfect copy of him...

Somebody that looks like him,

speaks like him, acts like him,

essentially is him...

Or you could be a widow at 30.

- The idea of having a wife, a home, an actual life...

It must have been like a dream come true for him.

- 27 years, and the troubles come back,

and it all goes to hell.

You know, what I want to know, though,

is, what does this all have to do with me?

I know exactly who I can ask.

You knew him back then, Vince.

You wrote the article. Did you know what he was?

- No. I swear, I had no idea.

- Do you think what we're saying really is possible,

that this real woman

could live a life with a thing,

with a—a chameleon?

- The chameleon isn't a thing.

It's a person.

He's afflicted,

just like the people you've seen in Haven.

They're no more monsters than a hungry bear.

They don't deserve to be feared.

- Unless they're killing people.

- True enough.

But Lucy always helped those in need.

She must have helped the Carpenters back in the day.

That must have been why he thought you could help him now.

- Wait. You knew my mother?

- Oh, yes.

Why didn't you say anything?

- You stay the hell away from me!

- What is wrong with you, you freak?

- I went down to the boathouse,

and guess what I found.

A boat,

a perfectly good boat,

until you shot it!

- I didn't shoot the boat.

- Where's your gun, Nathan?

'Cause I looked in your duffel bag.

It's not there.

- Put the ax down.

- You're the chameleon.

- Where's your gun, Nathan?

- I left it in my bag. I didn't do it!

- Inside voices, please!

All right, listen.

We need to figure out who the chameleon is...

- Were you not listening? - No!

Who the chameleon is

and what we're gonna do with him

or her.

All right? - Yeah.

- I have an idea.

We can't really know what the chameleon knew

about the person that it took.

But we have to start somewhere.

So each of you brought a present to the Knot.

I'm assuming that you didn't take the time

to tell Mr. Carpenter what that was.

So if you can say what's in your box,

then we'll chalk one in your favor.

And if not,

we have a problem.

- I'm going last.

- Huh?

Why does he get to go last?

- Because he... has the ax.

- What about, uh, cue ball over here?

- Well, I-I brought her the dress.

- And the killer shoes.

- And the purse.

- Well, exactly.

- We're gonna start with Dr. Carr.

- Earrings.

Emperor penguins.

- All right.

Those are beautiful.

Thank you.

Okay.

Vince.

- It's a book, Misery Unchained.

It's a first edition, signed by the author,

just before that lady chopped off his foot.

- Okay.

- Can I see that?

- Sure.

Okay.

Nathan.

- It's a sweater.

Blue.

Cashmere.

- It's a scarf.

- Oh, my God.

- It is him. I knew it!

- Easy! - Hey! Hey!

- Somebody do something!

- Okay, everybody just calm down for...

- Tie him up.

- You have a gun.

- Yup.

- You lied.

- Maybe I did.

- Chief, hand it over.

We all play by the same rules.

- Says who?

- Says the whole room

that's about to go Lord of the Flies on your ass.

- Well...

- Duke.

- Huh?

- Even the playing field.

Happy?

- That was manly.

- What are we gonna do with him?

- I am not the damn chameleon.

- Okay, now, why did you not know

what was in the box, then, Nathan?

- I told Jess to pick up

the sweater we saw in McGuinness' last week.

She must have seen the scarf and changed her mind.

She didn't tell me before she left.

- What about the boat

and the gun?

- I'm not armed. You searched me.

- The chief is the one who shot the boat!

- Yeah!

- He— - All right.

Before y'all yell at me, okay.

That proves I'm not the chameleon.

The chameleon would want to go to the mainland.

- Any chance I could get untied

before everyone goes crazy again?

- How do we know you're not the chameleon?

- And how do we know that you're not?

If we start turning on each other now,

we're just as likely to kill an innocent person

as we are a chameleon.

Listen, I don't know any of you very well,

but I would like to.

And I would like to think that we're better than that.

- I probably should have given you a chance to...

- Yeah, you should have.

- Say something before I hit you.

- So what now? Do we keep...

- Oh!

Stay down.

- Hey, don't you go for that ax head!

I wasn't even thinking about it.

Unfortunately, the gun is gone.

And for once,

it wasn't me.

I swear.

What the hell just happened?

- Exactly what a predator would want.

Every man for himself.

Garland.

- Eleanor. - What are you doing?

- I'm tired of this. I'm gonna kill this thing.

I'm gonna force it out, face it.

- Don't be an idiot. Come on and hide.

- Look, I tied my son to a chair.

I accused him of being a murderer.

I'm tired of letting this thing play with my head.

- If we crucified ourselves

every time we screwed up as parents,

well, there's be no more parents in the world.

- I could have actually killed him.

- Garland, I dropped Julia on her head

when she was six months old.

Twice.

- Hmm.

Well, thanks.

- Well, it isn't the breakers.

- This place has got to have a backup generator.

We need to split up and find it.

- Hang on.

You said that we should stick together.

- There are four people

who are sitting ducks in the dark.

We need to get to them before the chameleon does,

and that'll be a lot easier with the lights on.

- Man up.

- That would be a lot easier if I still had my ax!

This is why you don't throw people birthday parties.

- Mom?

- I'm sorry.

She's gone.

- Okay.

All right, uh...

looks like a broken neck.

- I thought you said the chameleon killed

by taking over its victims.

- Well, yeah, but maybe it didn't have enough time

and panicked and took off.

- All right, the backup generator is...

Oh, no.

- I can't remember

what the last thing I said to her was.

- All of you should come here and see this!

- Jeez.

- That is a big crack.

- Yeah, well, the weather can play havoc

with these old houses.

That's probably what happened to the electricity too.

- An earthquake in Maine?

- Yeah.

Well, yeah.

- What?

- Can I talk to you for a second?

- Yeah.

Hey, listen, this is gonna get worse

before it gets better,

so we need to find some way to call for help.

- Do you trust me?

- Yeah, of course I do.

Are you okay?

- No, I'm not.

- What are...

What the hell are you doing?

No. Oh, please!

- Nathan!

- You killed my friend.

How—how did you know it was me?

- Audrey...

I can feel her touch.

I can't feel yours.

- What did you do?

- She's the chameleon.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to hurt anyone.

The doctor...

the doctor, she saw who I was.

And...

Audrey...

I was weakening,

and I thought she could help me,

like Lucy.

- If you thought she could help,

then why did you kill her?

- She's different.

She—she should have died.

- She's alive?

Where is she?

Audrey, can you hear us?

Audrey!

It's in here.

- Find the light!

She's alive. Get her out.

Get her out.

Parker? Parker.

Julia, some help.

Audrey.

Come on. Come on.

- Hand me that disinfectant.

- Come on. Come on.

- Parker, come on.

- I don't think she needs to be disinfected.

- The ammonia will act as a smelling salt.

Audrey, can you hear me?

Pulse is getting stronger.

She's gonna be okay.

Parker, you're gonna be okay.

You're gonna be okay.

Are you crying?

- 'Cause crying will not be tolerated.

I don't think that he was a monster at all.

He came to me, and he asked me for help,

and I told him I didn't know how to help him, you know?

He looked— he looked really sad.

That's the last thing that I remember before,

you know, he became me.

Just how "me" was he?

- Pretty you. I mean, pretty mu...

Pretty much exactly you.

- Yeah? And when did you realize he wasn't me?

- I just—I knew.

Yeah, you think you know me that well?

- No, not that well.

What's your middle name?

- My middle name?

Really?

It's Prudence.

Self-inflicted at my confirmation.

And yours?

- Thaddeus.

- Thaddeus?

Thaddeus.

- Inflicted by the chief.

- He is a bad man.

- Uh-huh.

- How's Julia?

- Not good.

I think she's still in shock.

- Yeah, I think we all are.

Can't believe that Dr. Carr is gone.

- I'll see you at work.

- You did really good in there.

- What? - I'm proud of you.

When it all hit the fan, you didn't flinch.

You had to shoot your own partner.

You know, part of me thinks

you kind of grew up a little bit today.

- You don't know me at all, do you?

- Just trying to give you a compliment, son.

Take a compliment when...

- You think I need to grow up, be like you?

I'm not like you.

Okay? I don't want to be like you.

- Got a whole pack.

- If you need anything, anything at all,

please don't hesitate to call.

- We'll see you real soon, huh?

- Thank you.

- Hey.

Happy birthday.

You're kidding me.

- Ah, just 'cause you got body snatched

doesn't mean you don't get a present on your birthday.

- Yeah.

Wow, this is beautiful.

Thank you.

- Look closer,

at the engraving.

- "LR"?

- Lucy Ripley.

- How...

Where did you get this?

- Lucy gave it to me.

The boy...

standing next to Lucy in the Colorado Kid photo...

Is me.