Another jog through hell, but why are you pacing? We're not out of the woods. If this lesson fails, could I pack up and leave? I wonder if I could. No, I cannot ignore. I cannot abort. No, I cannot afford to lose what I am owed. To my esteemed colleagues, who smiled when they met me and hoped that I would fail, forget the kind words told, and the complimentaries. All you fucks can go to hell. I guess I've known it all, but I could not refuse to go. I cannot ignore. I cannot abort. No, I cannot afford to lose what I am owed. Another jog through hell, and here we are pacing. We burnt down the fucking woods. I guess their lessons failed with one target remaining. It's back to Hollywood.