 I was picking them up when somebody came in through the back door. Mr. Dollar? Oh. I happened to notice the line under the arcade door. What are you doing back here? Well, uh, nothing in particular, Twyla. I, uh, I'm afraid I accidentally knocked these off the table. Oh, no harm, I guess. Poor Barney won't be needing them anymore. Well, he had quite an array here. Medicine, pills. Yeah. Virus of some kind hit him like a ton of bricks a month or so ago. Oh? Did he go to the hospital? No. No.