Three months now, but... [ But three months ago John Irving was dead and maimed, before he was. ] Time's funny here. I'll tell you about it when we're up.

[ He motions to the buttons, happy to teach Irving how to exist in this brave new world of theirs. ] It's called a lift, or an elevator depending who you ask. Hit the button for the sixteenth floor, it'll pull us up like a dumbwaiter.

[ Once they're moving then, he'll continue. ]

Contracts needn't be anything obscene, I think they wrap it up like that because that's how they're used to doing it.