The mystery guest parked the loaner in a convenience store lot a short walk from the motel where they couldn't connect him. He'd managed to install the latest Netscape plug-in and he was feeling good about himself. It was a warm day and he removed his jacket as he made his way to his room. "Lieutenant," an older guy said to him, emerging from behind the ice cube dispenser. "Plankton, remember me?"

"I'm not sure . . ." the mystery guest said.

"Yeah it's been a few years," Plankton chuckled. "I recognized you by the tie." The mystery guest was going to look down at his tie, but he checked himself. He'd won it at the auction to benefit policemen's widows and never asked himself what happened to the lieutenant.