I can meet you there if you want.

I'm already dressed for the occasion.

I see no signs of life over there except for a sadly blinking cursor.

I was forwardtracked. Which is like sidetracked, but when you're tracked in the same direction you were meant to be going.

Okay. I was wondering if you'd passed out and bled to death in a roundabout and they were sucking your bones while I tapped my foot and wondered.

Nothing exploded here, so I'm good.