Setting: Peyton is in a Denver hotel room, late at night, with a view of all three Denver street lights. He phones home.
Peyton: Hi honey, how was your day?
Ashley: Much better today, now that the helicopters are gone. The twins finally got some sleep. Where are you?
Peyton: Still in Denver. I talked with John, and got a tour of the facilities here. Pretty nice. Oh! I met the equipment managers too! Great guys!
Ashley: Oh good! What do you think?
Peyton: It’s all right, but I don’t know. John made me go to a basketball game… as if I didn’t have enough of that in Indiana.
Ashley: Stupid sport.
Peyton: Seriously. And John kept trying to sell me a car! Apparently he owns like twenty dealerships here in Denver. Kinda weird.
Peyton: But we talked a little bit about football, and he kept throwing numbers at me. Whenever I said I wasn’t sure about something, he had me sit in his office while he went to talk to the owner. Then he’d come back a half an hour later with pretty much the same numbers. It went on forever. Finally I said I needed to go, and they said their pilot had gone to bed, and I’d have to stay.
Ashley: Oh no!
Peyton: Never should have let them give me a ride here. Eventually I had to call Dad, and he’s going to fly in to get me.
Ashley: Get some sleep, Pey-baby, and let me know when you get to Phoenix!