 How's that clock always been that loud? I think so, Harry. Well, let's get into how the bees been working. No, not really. Well, have they been helping at all? He still visits me. Same come every night. During the day, he's just observing me, lurking around. But at night, it's different. He shows me his memories from his past life. His family, who he loves, who he hates. What he enjoys doing. But I'm just an observer, and I don't really feel it. Well, had he ever said anything to you? How does he give you those memories? I can't say. At least not yet. Well, Henry, I can tell that you have a very unique condition. And it's affecting you quite a bit. But you need to understand that this man isn't real at all. That he's just a figment of your imagination. A manifestation of everything that has happened to you. So you need to remember who you are, Henry. I know you're trying to help, Maria. And I greatly appreciate you for it. But I don't think quite that's the reality of the situation. What do you mean? Reality is subjective. It is what we make of it. To me, this man is real. I can see him, and he can see me. I can talk to him. I can touch him. He is real. And I think he is real to you too. What do you mean by that?