 The interviewer asked a lot of questions, carefully grilling him about every detail of his plan. Mark was nervous, but he was prepared. He knew Lottie's address by heart. He felt like he'd answered every question right. Until the end, when the interviewer looked up at him. She said, well, I'm sorry. Better luck next time. She said that? She said better luck next time? Yeah. I'm sorry. I cannot issue you this. I better luck next time.