His picture showed a rather distracted young man wearing a faded red shirt. His cheekbones were high and his jaw a bit angular. His matt black hair wa...s cut in the classic hair cut - short at the back and sides, with the hair line running though the side. I rushed home after having had to study about 20 new kanji, and searched through my cupboard for cards and envelopes. Like the forgetful messy person I am, I couldn’t find any of them, though I could’ve sworn I had stuffed some simple ones in. I saw the hint of recognition in the eyes of the agents as they looked at Amy. Apparently, they had seen her brief television appearance in Germany. Amy smiled and said hi, and for the first time I saw the ghost of a smile on their faces as they said hi back. Then the larger (?) one turned to me."Are you Patrick Phillips?" He asked."I am," I responded. In perfect unison, they both snapped out wallets, showing their Secret Service credentials for my inspection."Sir, the President of the United. One of the elderly men whispered something to the other and they both smiled and sipped at their pints. Eye contact with Jane was again made for a moment and they both smiled at her. Jane smiled back at them, feeling more naughty than embarrassed. Jane was extremely tipsy by now and made a point of looking around and utterly convinced herself that no-one else was able to witness what was going on. Restoring eye contact, one of the elderly men appeared to gesture to Jane with his hands for her. Room!? Yea.. Right... I fell asleep in the car. So did he get me here? But how did he? Rushing to the kitchen, and there he is. What's on the gas? Is he cooking something? "Ah... You awake? How's you feeling now?" I'm... better. But how am I here? I don't remember giving you directions of my home." Yeah... about that, I just did a little research on my own when you were so busy. And then I got to know where you live."Research, eh? "That doesn't explain why you're here in my kitchen." Oh... You.