I don't even know anymore, Scott. none of this makes sense. I don't like when things don't make sense. I need order and stability. I need the predictable things. I need to see my dad. I need to check on Lydia. And Malia.
Okay. You're right. We do always figure it out. Even when it seems hopeless. Right now, it seems hopeless. Promise me we'll figure it out. We have to figure it out, Scott.