 I'm a cold-nosed scientist, and I find myself saying, really? Really? And I think this would be an interesting thing for the readers. Where is that line between what is real and what becomes kind of Daniel Defoe-esque? Because Daniel Defoe claimed when he wrote Robinson Crusoe that, of course, it was fact. It wasn't. It was fact, and he'd made up some of that stuff. So what we've done is we've kept the facts, but then we've tried to do best-fit