 And I sit with her for a moment, mostly just overjoyed that she's there and that she's okay because my mind was already rushing to all these awful things. And there she is, and she's telling me in her, you know, 97-year-old glory, you know, and she's a no-nonsense woman, that this is it, you know, and it's better than air conditioning. She can't afford air conditioning anyways, and, you know, it's something that she never had in her apartment. Nobody in Amsterdam has air conditioning.