Jacob's face. The guy who tried to hand you a bible outside of the supermarket. Microfiche bible, in a really tiny box (quite a novelty, but you didn't take it anyway). The guy who helped you operated the genealogy computer at the main Mormon Library. The guy who served you noodles on that Northwestern flight to North Dakota seven years ago. Lots of possible matches, running behind your eyes at this moment.     This was the birthplace of the Plutonium bomb.