August 18, 0625h

	"Dinah!"
	Dinah jerked awake, disoriented.  Her neck screamed in protest, cricked 
from the angle at which she'd fallen asleep in the chair.  She reached 
frantically for the console, confused, trying to locate the source of the cry.
	It came again.  "Dinah, where are you?"
	The basement.  Babs was calling her on the basement intercom.  "Right 
here, Babs," she answered quickly.  "What's wrong?"
	"Not what's wrong.  It's good.  It's good news."  She sounded almost 
manic.
	"Babs?"
	"He's responding.  Oh, Dinah, he's responding.  We need Alfred to get 
Leslie and - oh Dinah -"
	Dinah's weary face managed a smile.  "I'll be down in minute, Babs.  Just 
let me wake Alfred up."  She was already half out the door.
	She never noticed the message waiting on the muted Oracle screen.