Thank you. [Ted sighs, taking out his D-Comm and starting to fiddle around with it.] I'm afraid that there is nothing that I can say to make this better. I've tried to come up with something, and in that, I failed. All I can offer you is a shoulder to cry on...

[Suddenly: ICE CREAM. Straight from the D-Comm, so it's still nice and cold.]

And some comfort food.