 It was Sunday night, and he called out to me. My heart always sank when Harold called me at 3 o'clock in the morning. So he called out to me. And he was standing in the bathroom, and he'd made a poor fellow. He'd made a mess all over the bathroom. And so I tried to clean him up as best I could. And then I wanted to put him in a clean pair of pajamas. So he had a walker.