 But I make a conscious effort to say, no, I'm going to stop you from progressing. That way they can't interact with me or I don't see them. It's like, yeah, maybe my mom was right. It's just a person walking down the street, but I don't even care. I don't even want a live person following me home. So how much more for a person that's already passed on, you know? I did see an opportunity to go to day shift. I just went there.