I had the most vivid dream of having being kidnapped on the streets of Chicago, thrown in a car and taken to a remote wooded area. Before the trunk of the getaway car closed, I was shouting 'I have an iPhone! I have an iPhone!'  Fast forward to me with my captors freaking the hell out and wondering if anyone heard my plea. The next thing I knew, flashlights were appearing in the woods and a rescue party had found me.  Michael was there, leading the pack. In the police cruiser, he told me what happened...

I was found because fellow iPhone users realized I was hinting about the 'Find my iPhone' GPS feature.  Apparently, they called the Chicago cops, who then called Steve Jobs. Steve personally went to the Apple HQ, looked my digits up in the database and transcribed my location to the fuzz.

You're my hero, Steve!