666, we imagined it. It was Jack's ghost, back from the dead. I guess he found it unseemly that I greeted his reserection with such warmth, perhaps thinking "Euuuuuw! HE was the only one who missed me?" Truth is, my life is empty without Jack. No one else here makes me cry out in exasperbation "Whuuuuuu?" And I am still looking for him to give me that one insider clue that makes it all work. The obvious fact of my unworthiness makes me weep and cry out all the more to be loved. And withut my endless tinkering of backtest code to try to prove that SCT works, my life would be an empty shell. Anyway, I am glad he is alive. He did this cutsie peekaboo thing the last time he came back. I understand the senility thing all to well.