Water Molecules Gone Wild!

I realize I have been remiss in the Sally Foresythe departement, so I will promptly remedy this with an extra long issue!
Last time on Water Molecules Gone Wild, Wiersy had transferred Mac through to Admiral Sacha, who put him on hold (Scotland the Brave being the hold tune of choice), in order to formulate a plan of attack. Will Admiral Sacha pick up the phone? And what has happened to Sally? Stay tuned to find out...
Three hours later, Admiral Sacha answered the phone. Mac was rudely awakened and sighed as Sacha's rumbling voice took the place of the Monster Mash. "Hello, Admiral Sacha here, and please do hurry, I don't have the time for you," Sacha greeted Mac in his/her most pleasant manner.
"Hello, Admiral Sacha. This is Dr. Dr. Dr. Dave S. MacCarthy here, and I need to inform you of a situation - "
"Oh you. Situations all the time. I have no time for this." The phone line went dead. Mac stared in disbelief at the phone which only moments ago had been broadcasting delightful music through his office. How was he to save New York now?
Mac looked at his jar of machanical pencils in despair. He could see that Nobel Prize going down the drain (in a clockwise motion). Timidly, he picked up the phone and dialed Sally's phone number. Although he dreaded having to tell her he failed, he figured she just might have some sort of idea of what to do now, besides crawl under his desk and hide.
"Forsythe here," Sally answered her phone.
"Agent forsythe, " Mac said bravely, summoning up his courage, "I have failed." He gave her the details of his 'conversation' with Admiral Sacha.
"Well Mac, we'll just have to save New York ourselves," Sally announced confidently.
Mac clutched the black hole report to his chest. "Ourselves?" he squeaked. Mac cleared his throat and tried agan. "Ourselves?" he asked in a considerably deeper man-voice.
"That's right Mac. Since the pentagon won't help us, we'll have to develope our own surfactant. Maybe Wiersy can help us, with all her biology knowledge. But that darn Sacha..." Sally's voice trailed off.
Mac could feel his blood pressure rising as Sacha was mentioned. He was terrified of Sacha's wrath, and being as it was difficult to tell if Sacha was male or female, he was also terrified of his/her lack of conformity. In fact, all of the eastern seaboard was frightened by the mere mention of Sacha. "Alright, I'll try to contact Wiersy again..." Mac sighed half-heartedly.
"No no, I'll call this time and start the chit-chat, and then we'll move on. You, my dear Mac, are no good with small talk. Oh!" Sally exclaimed, "I shall need you to take care of my plants for the day. They are suffering from lack of water, and their turgor pressure is diminishing, and I am afraid that I shall further ruin New York if I water them."
"Don't worry, dearest Sally," Mac said in his most sexy manly voice, "I shall save your plants. I am, of course, a physicist."
"Definitely. Well, you know my address. I shall set up a meeting with Wiersy and most definitely will be gone by the time you arrive. Goodbye." Sally said.
"Goodbye, my...dearest Sally..." Mac whispered, his voice dropping. He hung up the phone and glanced around his office. Throwing one last menacing look at the can of mechanical pencils, he strode out of the PSWPB headquarters and into the street. What he saw now shocked him. It was at least 360/7 pi times worse than what had occurred 17 years ago. The necessity to get to Sally's house became even more apparent, and he strode off quickly.
Will Mac make it to Sally's in time to save her plants? Will Sally be able to set up a meeting with Vice Admiral Wiersy? And what is with those pesky mechanical pencils? Find out next time on...WATER MOLECULES GONE WILD!!!!!!!!!!!