 On a beach in the middle of freaking nowhere, right? Lying in the sand with some woman. And I'm like, John? And he's like, yes. And he gets up and he, like, runs over to me. Now, in that moment, right? It's been five, six years. It's been a while. How are you, he says. I'm fine. I have a son. I'm married. How are you? I'm good. This is my fiancé. Wonderful. Great.