I declare Intent on the 16th.
I am seduced towards Scotland immediately following.
There are further developments as well.
I referred to this effect as something along the lines of "shaking out the rug" or somesuch. Big things like this cause all sorts of related things to shake out.
I shall hold on, while my beloved best friend becomes a bear, a snake, a wolf, all manner of things. Last time I failed. The universe gives me more second chances than I deserve.