On a normal day of my life, I would have wanted to be on the cover of The Bi z about as much as I wanted to run my tongue over a cheese grater. Today, wi th an alien in my passenger seat and no clue as to my future in the agency, I wanted to be on the cover of The Biz even less than that. "Michelle, you still there?" I asked. "Joshua, you just said what you needed in order to feel comfortable with wha t Tom is asking you to do," Miranda said. "Now all you have to do is do it."
"Okay," Van Doren said. "What?"