 Here we are. Now, do you see there? In the clearing beneath that tree? Why, good Lord, they haven't a stitch of clothes on. None of them. That's just what I told you. Are they all right? They're not... No, no. No, they're just asleep. You can see them breathing. Look here, Hatton. Who gave them permission to sleep out here in the open? Shh, don't wake them yet. I gave them permission, Marin. They've been cooped up in that ship for over six months. They wanted to sleep outside.