 I picked it up and looked at it as one of the film crews, like, Hey, we're supposed to meet in the hotel lobby. You're not here. What's up? I'm like, Oh crap. I'm late for something. And thank God I had that still in my body that I didn't want to be late for things that I put my gun away, you know, went, ran down to the lobby. Like, Hey, sorry, I'm late. I didn't tell anybody what I was doing until about probably four months later when that person that had texted me was actually one of the female camera ladies. And, uh,