That was something different. And, I hate to say it, it's not something we can control.

[The invasion last summer brought along a host of confusing memories for him because of the nature of it. It didn't sit well with him, even months later, but that didn't mean that he was going to let it dominate everything for him.]

Mostly, those guys who run the numbers harrass us every month or so with these stupid little things. Last month they set up a whole set of traps that you could only escape by kissing someone, and they left them hanging 'round for about a week. It's been stupid stuff like that, lately.