 He brings me a six-pack of beer and a package of pork chops. So I hadn't had any fresh food for, you know, the five days that I'd been there. And so I had nothing but time to kill. So I go back to my tent, and I got a little one-burner stove, and so I throw a pan on there and throw a pork chop and start frying this pork chop. And so I just crack open a beer and figure, well, you know, I might as well enjoy this time while I'm here. And I really was. I was finding this peace, you know. I was okay with, you know, being there. There was no place else I'd rather be.