Dr. J’s wife answered the phone at five a.m. on the first ring. Heart pounding, she shook her husband awake. “It seems this time it’s for real, Sweetheart”, she whispered. But Dr. J was having none of it. He and his colleagues in the lab had, for the past few years, been pulling the “call from Sweden” prank. It was getting old.  Annoyed, trying to catch the threads of his fleeting dreams, Dr. J took the phone from his wife and hung up. Only later, when a news van greeted him at the door, did he consider the possibility that he might be boarding a plane to Stockholm in December.