The reporter next to me answers his phone. "Oh, is this for real? It sounds so amazing." I can hear only his side of the conversation, so I have no idea what his story means. "Yeah, yeah. Really. Amazing." A silence. "He seemed to think there was more than one of them." A further silence. "Where could I see it?" The snow is flying upwards. The reporter gives a fax number. "I'm gonna be there until it comes."