 So what happened afterwards, I remember waking up in a large industrial type of a hangar is what it looked to me as a child. My mother was a pilot, so I used to hang out at the airport a little bit. So it looked to me like a hangar. And at the corner where the walls met the ceiling, there was a white space, a black mark, then a white light, that kind of thing. And this was very, it carried through this hangar, if you will, very high ceilings.