MCA #1, Friday Afternoon

Jean-Paul was napping when he got a phone call. A rather frantic phone call, with lots of yelling and swearing. So Jean-Paul put on his shoes, left a note on the kitchen counter, and was gone.

Lulu,

Gone to New York. Not sure when I'll be back. If world does not end within a week we've been successful. Wish me luck.

-JP

((Establishy!))