 But in this station, I couldn't go. I'd bought my ticket and everything, but I got to thinking about you. And I couldn't take the train. I couldn't. So I come back here to wait some more. Oh, Matt, don't you see I've changed? Can't you forgive what's dead and gone and forget it? Forget, is it? I'll not forget till my dying day, I'm telling you. And me tormented with thoughts.