 By the time we got there, there was a gale blowing. The wind must have been blowing 40 miles an hour. It was a summer gale in Miami Beach. And the rain was coming down torrentially. And Ralph opened the door of the car and got out. And before he'd walked 10 feet from the car, he was drenched. He was dripping with water. I'm thinking, how is he going to survive the night?