 until a plane finally came and got us back to Washington, D.C. so we could see our father the next morning at 9 and 10 o'clock. And so we were, you know, we didn't know how he was or how he was doing because nobody really knew. They didn't know he was even shot in the very beginning. They just thought he busted a ribbon and went to his, you know, to his lung when he coughed up oxygenated blood. Thank God for Jerry Park.