I understand the facts. I know that she had reams of information about me, and about my life, and about the people that were close to me. And I understand that if she slipped up that she would have a completely reasonable explanation for it. And I guess to expect you to have seen past that is perhaps asking a bit too much. But when I was Over There, I thought about you. And you were just a figment of my imagination. But I held onto you. And it wasn’t reasonable, and it wasn’t logical, but I did it, so…