"Jenny," the waitress replied as she pointed to the name tag on her black and definitely-much-too-short-and-tight-for-this-kind-of-thing cocktail dress. With another nod, she confirmed, "But yeah, that's me. I mean Keysworth - I can't say anyone's called me Lady Luck before."<br/><br/>"Then again," she added with a curled eyebrow, left hand now on her hip as she tried to keep her cool while at the same time try and make any kind of sense of all that was, she now had to confess, seemed to be happening specifically to her, "If someone asked me what I'd find in a giant copy of Stonehenge in the middle of the Nevada desert, I doubt I'd have guessed you and your truck... so fair's fair, right? So, anyway, what's the message? And who's<em>he</em>? For that matter, who are<em>you</em>?"