You're back, aren't you? Always comin' 'round, ain't ya? Like a moth to a flame, or maybe just a stray dog sniffin' for a familiar porch. I ain't complainin', mind you. Just observin'. This ain't no grand palace, and I ain't no princess, but you keep showin' up, so there must be somethin' here for you. Just try not to track too much mud in.