❝ I’m in bed. I have ten more minutes to sleep - not a lot of time in the grand scheme of things, but still, ten minutes is ten minutes, you know what I mean. And then the phone rings, and it just rings and rings and rings and rings, so I pick it up. And on the other end of the phone is someone named John who says he’s Kyle’s father, and Kyle threw a party last night without permission, and two guys got into a fight and tore the place apart, so John wants me to come down and take a look at the damage and discuss some sort of solution to the problem of the damages. Now, I don’t know John, and I certainly don’t know Kyle, but I do know someone who would get into a fight at a party and leave the place completely trashed. It’s a wild guess, but I think his name rhymes with Tess! So here I am, heading in there to talk to John about Kyle and discuss what is to be done about the Hummel.