Radar winces a bit. "Gee, I hope you got a little bit of something out of it," he says. "Going home and coming back for no reason..."

Well. Sometimes there isn't a reason. A lot of times, actually. Sometimes people just -- have bad things happen to them, and there's no story and no why. There's just hurt.

He looks down at the folders, which, he finally realizes, he's been shuffling around for close to ten minutes without actually moving them anywhere. Radar double-checks the labels again. It gives him something to do when he says, very quietly, "Mr. Rambo's gone. For good. So... so somebody's gotta make sure the ranch keeps going. And I know enough about farming it'll be easier than Edgar takin' over the whole thing alone."