Well, it had to happen; just as the Face of Everyman was about to go on his Sabbatical, a major intrusion of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa occurred. Klaxons, sirens and giant voice loudspeaker systems came to life. A remote IR system detected a Coyote entering the periphery of the vast sanctuary. Now the venerable sage could see himself dragged before endless Senate sub-committees to answer for this lapse in security. He wished that he had never been born.