Er... yeah. Yeah, I guess not, huh? [It only now dawns on him that she's right. Why does that entire week seem like such a blur...?]

I, uh... THINK I'm okay. I mean, no bruises or brain damage or anything I could tell.

[He stoops and picks up a box on his front stoop by Kono's feet, opens it to look inside, then closes it again, apparently satisfied.] I DID wake up on my ceiling this morning, though, so, hey, that's something.