While Max brought up the music, Collin took a quick bite, chewed and swallowed, "And now for the latest Prophet news. This morning, a local Minster found a man matching the Prophet's description asleep in his sanctuary. Pastor Jack couldn't explain how the Prophet got in, since he always locks the church up tight. And no, the Pastor didn't see any fire in the Prophet's eyes."

Once more, all ten-phone lines lit up.

"KMPR, go," Collin said, winking at Max.

The man's voice sounded angry and demanding, "Look Collin, you're gonna cause a panic if you keep this up. Everybody knows it's a publicity stunt and all you're doing is scaring people."

"Tell me, how do I prove KMPR has nothing to do with this? I swear we're not behind it."

"Then stop letting him on the air. Don't you know panic is just as deadly as earthquakes?"

"My friend, when we first went on the air we made our listeners a promise. We don't screen the calls. We believe people are intelligent enough to know when they have something important to say. Besides, people don't panic over something like this, not after 'War of the Worlds.' They're smarter than that. On the other hand, no one denies we live in an earthquake zone. Maybe it takes a Prophet to make people pay attention. Call him a wacko, call him an extremist, call him anything you like. But the truth is, right after work tonight I'm getting prepared just in case … and so should you."