The Question

Despite the other Michael's distrust of Janet, I felt the need to give her a call and tell her what happened. The need was almost instinctual.

"You'll never guess who paid me a visit."

"Who?"

"Michael."

"Very funny, Michael. Which one?"

"Ummmm..."

At this point, I was fumbling through the directory he left behind to see if I could find his picture.

"It wasn't 45317, was it, Michael?"

"Ummmm....."

"It WASN'T 45317, WAS it, Michael???"

"Of course it wasn't. It was, uhh....38959."

"What the hell did he want?"

"Actually, I'm not entirely sure."

"Be careful with him, Michael. He's a bit..."

"Yeah, I know, I know."

"Michael, you DO know what you are supposed to do if you see 45317, right?....Michael?....Michael??...."