Mr. Reed Waller, The Local ASPCA Animal Shelter, and CBS...

Your run back leaves you feeling sore and sleepy, but you have to brave the vultures one more time to get home.

"Stand aside please, stand aside, trying to get into my apartment, please back off, I will not be answering questions now." You say as you make your way to the front door of your building. When the media tries to follow you in the doorman points to the sign above the desk:

[Any uninvited visitors will be prosecuted for trespassing.]

And reluctantly the press turns around and heads back to their vans parked nearby to camp out.

The first thing you do when you get in is draw all the shades and close all the curtains, then turn off the lights, leaving you with only the limited light coming in around the edges of the windows, but as you suspected your eyes adapt quickly in the way a cat's would and you can navigate just fine. You then cook some more bacon and eat it, which causes your stomach no trouble this time, and then, tired and footsore, you collapse into bed and pass out, not even bothering to undress.

You wake an hour and a half later, and pad to the phone in the living room. Your first call, summoned up from a tab on the computer, is to Mr. Waller, who does not answer, but you leave a message saying: "This is 'Omaha', I registered, Thank You for your help." and hang up.

Your next call is to another number that you have to look up, the local ASPCA animal shelter, who you talk to a nice representative of on the phone and tell them you want to adopt a dog, a young dog from a large breed which is easy to train, but not necessarily a puppy, just young enough that training it will be easy. They say they have several such dogs in the shelter at this time, and ask if you would like to come down today to look at them, to which you respond in the affirmative.

The next number you call is the most difficult of all, you are torn between CNN and CBS, but ultimately decide that CBS has a local affiliate and CNN doesn't, so you go with the broadcast network.

You navigate a labyrinthine phone tree but finally get an operator...

"CBS News Network Station KNFQ, how may I direct your call?" The bored operators voice says after a minute.

"Hi, I'm 'Omaha', the new super that you have a van parked outside of the apartment of?" You say, trying to sound nonchalant.

"OH! Yes miss, what can I do for you?" The operator says suddenly fully alert. You're glad she got the memo.

"I want the mob of news people to go away, so I have decided to grant CBS an exclusive interview." You explain, breathing measured to stay calm.

"Let me transfer you to the office of the Affiliate Executive, OK?" She says, and you wait.

"That IS OK, right?" She asks again a few seconds later.

"Oh, yes, of course." You reply, accustomed to such questions being rhetorical and not having realized in this case you literally had to give the go ahead.

Bland hold music comes over the phone again, and you wait for 15 seconds before the line goes live again. "Hello, Miss 'Omaha', is it? What can I do for you this morning?" A strong man's voice comes over the speaker.

"Hello, ah, you seem to have me at a disadvantage..." You say into the cordless handset your holding.

"Maximus Jonathan Grieves, but call me Jon." The man on the other end says, voice positively beaming through the phone.

"Well, 'Jon', I am sure your receptionist filled you in on the nature of the call." You purr into the phone.

"No actually, you got one of our main operators, she sent the message up to the executive operator, who forwarded it to my secretary, who sent it in to me, I'm afraid most of the data other than your name got garbled in transmission, so why don't you just start again and this time I assure you there will be no need to transfer your call." Jon replies, smooth as glass.

About 10 minutes later you have hashed out a deal for an interview to be broadcast during the 6:00 news, which hopefully will be picked up and re-edited by the CBS Nightly News and broadcast nationally the next day, it's 9:41AM at this point, and he says he will have a car and muscle come by to pick you up and keep the other stations and outlets at bay at noon, you have till then to make your preparations.

Next on the agenda is to get down to the animal shelter without the harpies spotting you...