*vriiing...vriiing*

Awoken by a sudden phone call, Panda flips on the light and fumbles for the reciever. Once he finds it, he puts it up to his ear and is greeted with:

"Sorry to be calling you so late, Panda, but I just wanted to make sure you had found Yheti and there were no issues."

Panda had been directed to seek out Yheti upon reaching Chicago, as he was a descendant of the late Kimble, a man his father had worked closely with. 

"Yes sir, I found Yheti. I've been working under him for a week or so now and should be getting my button in a few days. Everything is going pretty well."

The person on the other end of the line seemed quite relieved by this information, being as Chicago had changed a lot over the past 10 years. 

"I'm glad to hear that, Panda. I'll let you go so you can rest, but I hope I'll be hearing from you soon." 

With an abrupt click, the line was dead. Panda replaced the receiver, turned off the light and drifted back to sleep dreaming of the great things to come.

Tops simply loved calling people up in the middle of the night.. He couldn't help it.

He was working on his list on who to call next, he was thinking of Dolores.. And also, he thought that maybe he could call Dolores next.