I don't know what to tell you, I haven't said like five hundred times already: I have no idea where he is. I don't know where he's headed, either. North, south, west, east, Mexico, the moon. I don't have a clue. But, yo, even if I did, I wouldn't tell you. Because I've been watching the news, same as everybody else. I've seen that little cage of his they kept him in. I heard about what all they did to him to make sure he kept cooking. So, sorry. I don't know what to tell you. But ...