 When I went running in, and I got the call at about 6.05 from my friend Patty King in Clemson, South Carolina. She was crying. She was sobbing. She was almost hysterical. And she said to me, Mike, they did it. They shot him. They shot Trump. And my heart sunk. And I said, where? Is he dead? Is he dead? And she said, they shot him in the head. There's blood on his head. And of course...