Chad passed Ranma by again, but someone had hit a ball toward him, and, catching it, his course was set back toward Ranma, although at a different angle now. He clamped his fingers around the ball so that it couldn't escape, and he could throw it to come back around if he needed to. He was glad for his big hands at that moment; otherwise, he probably wouldn't have been able to capture.

"Should have your CD later tonight," he said idly as he passed again."Couldn't quite get it done yet; gotta pick up more discs, apparantly."