So I just got home from hanging out with a friend in Denver, and what should I find on my coffee table but a DVD of The Watcher in the Woods. Now, I don't fully recall the significance of this movie, but I feel like maybe we tried to rent The Way We Were and got this instead . . . or it was something you two watched at Bad Movie Night . . . I don't know. Help me out here if you haven't completely repressed whatever memory this thing is associated with. It's freaking me out.