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ascribed but earned.  Signs guide her to the graduate department where Professor Sails’ office awaits her. 
                  A closed door with a name plate that reads “Professor Josh Sails” greets her as she arrives.  Natan knocks on the door. “Professor Sails?”  There is no answer.  Natan steps away from the door and looks around.  She stands in the hallway waiting for Josh for several moments.  He finally approaches, clean-shaven, looking completely vibrant, unknowingly revealing his handsomeness to Natan.                                          
    “Sorry I’m a little late.  Thank you for driving up…and for waiting,” he says as he quickly unlocks the door.
    Natan remains in shock about Josh’s kempt-ness .
    “Agent Natan, did you hear me?  I apologized for being late,” he says.
    Natan gathers her senses. “You said lives could be at stake.  And, I must tell you that this puts me in an awkward place with agency protocol by coming here.”
    “I won’t tell if you don’t,” he teases. 
    Josh opens the door and they enter his clutter filled office.  Papers and Hebrew text documents emanate from the desk and spread like a virus throughout the office space.  A paper-cluttered sofa lines one of the walls.  Natan is appalled by the extraordinary disarray and attempts to contain her disapproval. “Wow, it’s like paper hell in here.”
    “I’m not even going to respond to that.”  Josh gets to his desk and begins rifling through papers.  Where is it?   He sees a manila envelope and picks it up.  “Ah, here.”
    Josh hands the envelope to Natan.
    “What is this?” she asks , taking the envelope.
    “Just open it,” he replies.
    Natan opens the envelope and finds a photo of Josh and herself at the airport returning from Mexico along with a letter.  The words in the letter are composed of cut-out letters from magazines against a backdrop of a single white page. 
    The letter reads “ I kno w wh o sh e i s .”
      Natan holds the page up in front of Josh. “Where did you get this?”
    “It was just sitting on my desk this morning.”
                  “You keep your office locked?”
    “Yeah, of course.”
    “Anyone else have a key?”
    “The university keeps a backup and my research assistant, Amanda, has one.
    But she isn’t involved in this in any way.”
    “We don’t know that. What does this mean?  “'I know who she is?'”
    “I’m pretty sure it’s referencing you, Agent Natan.  And, I think now would be a good time to go over the rest of what I couldn’t tell you before.”
    Natan puts the photo on Josh’s desk.  “O…kay, but I don’t get why I’m important here.”
    Josh motions to a cluttered chair. “Wanna sit down?”
    Barely able to stand in the clutter, Natan doesn’t want to make herself at home here. “Let’s just hear it,” she says.
    “The exact end date of the Mayan calendar is December 21 st , 2012 , or 13.0.0.0.0. as numbered in their calendar.  Here again, the Mayans use the number thirteen.” 
    “This again?  Okay, I’ll bite.  What’s the significance of thirteen?” she asks.
    “Weren’t paying attention on the plane, were you?  It’s the moon cycle, remember.  And the Mayans also had thirteen constellations, where we only have twelve.  Everything is tied to astronomical phenomena and the number thirteen was a powerful astronomical number for them.”
    “Okay.  I’m following you,” she says.
    “Philosophers, anthropologists, and mathematicians theorize that this date will be a culmination of huge astronomical events during the December solstice.  During this time, it’s said that there will be a galactic eclipse of sorts.  The closer we get to 2012, the more strange phenomena will occur, particularly during the months of June and December, the opposing solstices.”
    Natan tries to understand, “Strange phenomena?  It just doesn’t seem