It's Michael Andrews, not New Feather. Sheesh, Addie, give me a break.

[He reclines.]

Don't have this where I'm from. Imagine New York if it spanned the planet with about eight times the population. And it's always a Monday. And rush hour. And no one wants to go to work.

Now throw in Spirits, Ghosts and Echoes... oh man...

I miss lying in the grass.