It's all right. Depending on weather I may be in northern Indiana to go to a funeral, so I'm not sure I'll be able to make it. Give me a call if you are going to head out there. We'll see if I'm around. Talk to you later.
Firefly: Mal: You don't know me, son, so let me put this to you plainly: If I ever kill you, you'll be awake. You'll be facing me. And you'll be armed.