"Where's Waldo?" they ask. They do not know of what they speak. Where means nothing. It is more a question of HOW. HOW can this man, always smiling, remain so calm in the face of unspeakable horrors that man in his limited capacity has never considered the mere concept of, much less confronted it. And yet seeing these horrors, Waldo merely-Oh, wait, here he is. Behind the gumball machine in the corner. Never mind.