 Walking around, we're at the front door, we're looking, we're thinking, what do we do? Do we wait for them to just show up and take a photo of them going into the house, which seems really paparazzi-like. I don't want to do that. You know, what is going to prove it? And then all of a sudden, I look down as we're walking. And in the cement on the driveway, they'd scratched their names into the cement and