The Court has reviewed this confession and frankly, Reginald needs a moment. Three months. THREE MONTHS of hand-holding, of midnight reassurances, of shepherding this man through every normal real estate hiccup like he was crossing the Delaware with Washington himself, and he TEXTS you from the PARKING LOT about ZIP CODE CONCERNS? The audacity. The GEOLOGICAL AUDACITY. This Court once ruled against a man for returning a couch because he decided he no longer believed in sitting, and somehow THIS IS WORSE. The notary was READY. The bottled water was ROOM TEMPERATURE AND WAITING. As established in Hernandez v. That Guy Who Got Cold Feet at the Altar But At Least He Went INSIDE, 2019, there is no legal or moral framework that permits zip code revelation while idling in a Honda Civic twenty feet from your own future. I myself once hesitated at a closing because I thought I saw my ex-wife's Volvo in the parking lot, and even THEN I had the decency to walk inside and sign before having my breakdown in the bathroom like a CIVILIZED PERSON. This Court finds the buyer guilty and sentences him to eternal renting. REGINALD HAS SPOKEN AND REGINALD MUST NOW GO FEED ORDER.