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@viewModel Web.ViewModels.DefaultViewModel, Web
@masterPage Views/Site.dotmaster

<dot:Content ContentPlaceHolderID="Body">
    <div DataContext="{value: Wizard}">
        <div class="container mt-3" IncludeInPage="{value: NavigationVisible}">
            <div class="row">
                <div class="col-md-2">
                    <bs:Button ButtonTagName="button" Click="{command:  _root.OnPreviousClick()}" Enabled="{value: PreviousButtonEnabled}" IncludeInPage="{value: PreviousButtonVisible}" Type="Light">
                        Previous Button
                    </bs:Button>
                </div>
                <div class="col-md-8">
                    <div class="row">
                        <div class="col-md-3">
                            Step {{value: Step}} out of {{value: Total}}.
                        </div>
                    </div>
                    <div class="row">
                        <div class="col-md-12">
                            <bs:ProgressBar Color="Primary" VisualStyle="AnimatedStriped" Value="{value: Percentage}" />
                        </div>
                    </div>
                    <div class="row">
                        <div class="col-md-3">
                            {{value: Percentage.ToString("#.##")}}% Complete
                        </div>
                    </div>
                </div>
                <div class="col-md-2">
                    <bs:Button ButtonTagName="button" Click="{command: _root.OnNextClick()}" Enabled="{value: NextButtonEnabled}" IncludeInPage="{value: NextButtonVisible}" IsSubmitButton="true" Type="Primary">
                        Next Button
                    </bs:Button>
                </div>
            </div>
        </div>
        <div class="container mt-3">
            <div class="row">
                <div class="offset-md-2 col-md-8">
                    <h5 class="text-muted">{{value: Title}}</h5>
                </div>
            </div>
        </div>
    </div>
    <div class="container mt-4">
        <div class="row">
            <div class="col-md-12">
                <div IncludeInPage="{value: Wizard.Step == 1}">
                    <div DataContext="{value: First}">
                        <bs:Card>
                            <FooterTemplate>
                                <footer class="blockquote-footer">Charles Dickens: <cite title="Source Title">A Tale of Two Cities</cite></footer>
                            </FooterTemplate>
                            <bs:CardBody>
                                <blockquote class="blockquote">
                                    <p class="mb-0">
                                        It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of
                                        wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was
                                        the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of
                                        Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had
                                        everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct
                                        to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way—in short, the period
                                        was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities
                                        insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative
                                        degree of comparison only.
                                    </p>
                                </blockquote>
                            </bs:CardBody>
                        </bs:Card>
                    </div>
                </div>
                <div IncludeInPage="{value: Wizard.Step == 2}">
                    <div DataContext="{value: Second}">
                        <bs:Card>
                            <FooterTemplate>
                                <footer class="blockquote-footer">Herman Melville: <cite title="Source Title">Moby Dick</cite></footer>
                            </FooterTemplate>
                            <bs:CardBody>
                                <blockquote class="blockquote">
                                    <p class="mb-0">
                                        Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or
                                        no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought
                                        I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way
                                        I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I
                                        find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly
                                        November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before
                                        coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and
                                        especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a
                                        strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street,
                                        and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get
                                        to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a
                                        philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the
                                        ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men
                                        in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings
                                        towards the ocean with me.
                                    </p>
                                </blockquote>
                            </bs:CardBody>
                        </bs:Card>                        
                    </div>
                </div>
                <div IncludeInPage="{value: Wizard.Step == 3}">
                    <div DataContext="{value: Third}">
                        <bs:Card>
                            <FooterTemplate>
                                <footer class="blockquote-footer">H.G. Wells: <cite title="Source Title">The War of the Worlds</cite></footer>
                            </FooterTemplate>
                            <bs:CardBody>
                                <blockquote class="blockquote">
                                    <p class="mb-0">
                                        No one would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth century that
                                        this world was being watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than
                                        man’s and yet as mortal as his own; that as men busied themselves about their
                                        various concerns they were scrutinised and studied, perhaps almost as narrowly
                                        as a man with a microscope might scrutinise the transient creatures that swarm
                                        and multiply in a drop of water. With infinite complacency men went to and fro
                                        over this globe about their little affairs, serene in their assurance of their
                                        empire over matter. It is possible that the infusoria under the microscope do
                                        the same. No one gave a thought to the older worlds of space as sources of
                                        human danger, or thought of them only to dismiss the idea of life upon them as
                                        impossible or improbable. It is curious to recall some of the mental habits of
                                        those departed days. At most terrestrial men fancied there might be other men
                                        upon Mars, perhaps inferior to themselves and ready to welcome a missionary
                                        enterprise. Yet across the gulf of space, minds that are to our minds as ours
                                        are to those of the beasts that perish, intellects vast and cool and
                                        unsympathetic, regarded this earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely
                                        drew their plans against us. And early in the twentieth century came the great
                                        disillusionment.
                                    </p>
                                </blockquote>
                            </bs:CardBody>
                        </bs:Card>
                    </div>
                </div>
            </div>
        </div>
    </div>
</dot:Content>