Ah. Yeah. This is familiar territory. The gentle patience, the advice, the laying out in words what should have been obvious to him the way it always seems to be for others. So much of Punxsutawney will never know what they did for him. Ossie's words get slotted into the mental filing cabinet neatly between everything else he's ever been told.

He still can't seem to quite stomach the idea for himself. All he did when we was chasing vapid pleasures was screw up the whole routine and hurt people, so he stopped. Trying to do it again is...

"So--so what would you say? Or do? Recommend?"