"Yeah," he says. "Yeah, actually, that... that was... really good." He looks at Michael, a little bit of awe on his face, like he can't even believe it. "I-I mean, he's not great, y'know? His wife is really sick, so he's really worried about her and their kids. But... I mean, I found all that. I followed it, like you said." He's getting excited, now, talking faster and gesturing. "It's like, if you imagine a bowl of water, y'know, and you take food coloring and drop it in, and it just slowly spreads through? And then it's in the water, but it's not the water, itself, and instead there're just these colors, like, snaking through and sometimes touching and sometimes not, and, and, it was almost easy."