 So I got him on the plane. I picked him up at the airport in Portland. And he was pretty frail. It was bad. But he was just saying, well, I remember this. I remember that. I was playing his music, his 50s music that he enjoyed. And he wanted to go to a restaurant. I believe it was Sizzler's or something like that. Like, okay, I remember this. Then he wandered again. And my uncles came down to...