"Billy, did I wake you?" a croaky voice asked.
"Who's calling, please?"
"I knew it! Working late as usual. How's the ol' boss?"
"Byron! I'm fine. How are you and Grace?"
"A-okay. We're staying for an extra while here in Maine.
Sailing's been good. Few more weeks left."
"Great to hear."
"I'm calling for a favor," Byron said.
"Shoot."
"I need some of my old stuff from my office there in New York."
As the most prominent inventor in ICP's history, Byron was granted lifelong privileges that included an office that was cleaned every day and kept in a ready state, should he ever decide to drop by and sit in, for whatever reason.