Here you can see the bomb that the terrorist dropped during his escape. You would not believe the number of police, sheriff, and F.B.I. vehicles that showed up after I phoned in that I had found a bomb. Three hours later, my psychiatrist also showed up at the Phoenix Police Headquarters and explained the situation to the rather upset officials and officers (some of whom were fingering their Glocks) and I was released. I still don't know what the fuss was all about. It sure looked like a real bomb to me.