Not the stupid kind, the "Scully" kind, the straw man skeptic who disbelieved things just because. No. Craig just wanted evidence. Give it to him, and... he'd agree something was real.He still wasn't sure about this, but for now he was just going along with it.The Asian girl was Beth. Eighteen, a freshman at Buffalo State. With her coat off, she was a waif, almost all skin and bones, needing extra layers of clothing just to survive indoors this time of year. Sipping a hot cup of tea, she looked. Inside were a set of replacement strings, some finger picks, and some papers. "Thank you, I've been wanting to try some finger picks, and a spare set of strings is always handy." Read the note." Oh. I had figured it was just something declaring the wonderfulness of the case and explaining its care and feeding. I opened up the note--it was in Mom's writing--and began to read it to myself."Read it out loud."Pushy, pushy. "Dear Arthur, Mary told us that Hank of Hank's Music Emporium treated you. The grey cloth reminded her of the pants Harry had been wearing that morning, so she called out. "Harry?"There was no response, so she turned down the hallway to catch up. Getting to the end of the corridor, she saw the same trace of cloth making another turn. "He moves way too fast" she muttered to herself, the book in her arms getting heavier as she hurried after him. Turning the corner, she saw the gray cloth standing still. "There you are-aaaaaaahh". Hermione's voice changed into a scream. "Kids ... I was talking to your mother ... butt out."Inkeri turned around and stuck her butt out. What there was of it.We turned to the gangplank and I started..."Uhm ... wait. GPS?"Wendy went into teacher mode. "GPS; Global Positioning System; is a space-based navigation system that provides location and time information in all weather conditions, anywhere on or near the Earth where there is an unobstructed line of sight to four or more GPS satellites. The system provides critical capabilities.