 I must have some kind of phobia about that. There's nothing out there. Don't say nothing. Because I can't go out there, Will. Well... Well, if you can't go out, and we can't go back... Put your window up. Lock the door. If it comes to... I'm shaking, ma'am. I'm shaking. So am I. And turn on the radio. Maybe that little bit of something to listen to...