She had come back from CostCo with the BMW station wagon loaded with supplies, enough for a month if Argent didn't come back. She had just closed the frige door on the last of the fresh celery when the chime -- three tones in fourths -- sounded from the polished oak box in the library. She frowned and loped into the study to answer the silvery handpiece.

"Terry, it's Wallace. Where the hell did you get those 'glyphs you sent in? "
"Wallace, I told you where I got them. Jade tablet, remember? Frank? Treehuggers? Dead folkie? C'mon!!"

"It's just a bit incredible Terry. No folkie I ever met would have had any means of acquiring those traces."

"Why? What are they?"

"Does the name Baian-Kara-Ula mean anything to you?"

"No. It sounds like some piss-poor charcter from STartrek NG."

"Well I would have thought so too, until the IT crew came back from that wild chase you sent them on...or Frank did. Let me tell ya..."