 Well, I kind of was hook slicing, I guess. It was coming on the north edge of the circulation. It was becoming a little more rain-wrapped. Then I would like, well, whatever. I'm like, well, cool. Let's just punch ahead of it, see if we can get in the clear slot. Because otherwise we have to go south, and then we're going to lose sight of it, or we go north and get completely just ransacked by hail. So then what happened was it was all going well, and then suddenly there's just,