He worries about history repeating, and notices that he worries about things. That's a sign, and he knows what it's a sign of, and he tries to ignore it. Sometimes, though, it just comes and hits him in the face.

This isn't quite history repeating, though. It's new, sitting here, and he's not exactly convinced it's the good kind of new.

He wonders if he should be singing. Humming, at least. It seems traditional, for the person in what has not, until now, been his seat. He doesn't, though.