my basset hound. i've had him since i was ten. cindy, we're sorry. and by then, it was very late and since there were two beds here i asked cindy to stay over. and so i did. i tried to get janet to believe something like that but would she listen? no. could i ask you guys one question? why didn't you guys read the note that i left? there wasn't any note, cindy. yes, there was. i left it by the phone. the only thing on that table was the phone bill. i got it right here in my hip pocket. see? isn't that silly? ( giggling ) i've got to be moseying along. just a minute, jack. you have had that note in your pocket this whole night? and you never even bothered to read it? it was a mistake! mr. snow, can you help me out here? sorry, can't hear you. then i won't say good-bye. janet you were the one who started it. jack! janet! did you find cindy? oh, yeah, mr. furley and it was a misunderstanding. she is with her father. oh, good. i was really worried about her. we were worried about you. what happened? to me? actually, i met this lady, and, uh... well, she