Well, there's our ongoing quest to find the Turku Manifesto. Man, the things we've gone through for that damn document -- the stint with the cannibals in the upper Amazon, the car chase in Prague, the whole year we spent on that stupid mountaintop in Tibet before we figured out the monk didn't really have it . . . but the one that sticks in my memory the most is that time in Istanbul, because man, we were so close! If you'd just kept up your swordplay like I'd told you (and stopped overusing the binding parry in two -- you've always been so predictable with that one), then you would have won that duel and we would have had it.

But it slipped away, as it always does. Ah well. The longer the search goes on, the more stories we'll have to tell about it.