. . . Yeah? Good . . . I mean it's not really something . . . I don't get it, yet. Because I was just a Noah for so long. When a Noah dies, we cry uncontrollably, but it doesn't feel like anything, really. I didn't care about Skinn. He was family but not real family. So I've never felt the way you felt . . . I guess I will someday. So--it's good you're okay! I mean I'm glad! I was worried!