He woke up to knocking. Stirring, Finlay peered bleary at the door, trying to decide if he should ignore it and go back to sleep, or get up and answer the damned thing. Choosing the latter, he pulled himself up, scratching his face with a yawn, and trudged to the door.<br/><br/>"Aye, I hear you." He said, opening the door to see one of the hotel's staff.<br/><br/>"Good afternoon sir, you arranged for a wake up, yes? I hope you slept well." The man said.<br/><br/>Finlay had gotten to New York early that morning and had checked into a cheap hotel for the day, needing a place to crash for a few hours before his meet up with this Vanderbilt guy. Thinking back he could faintly recall asking for just such a thing.<br/><br/>"Yeah, yeah. Well I'm awake now." He muttered, rubbing the remaining sleep from his eyes. Closing the door on the man, Finlay set about getting ready. He didn't have a suit, nor the funds to purchase one, so he hoped what he had would suffice. Washing up in the sink, he pulled on a clean white shirt, and tie, as well as a pair of black slacks.<br/><br/>Checking his watch as he finished getting dressed, and combing his hair and beard, Finlay left the hotel, slipping his brown aviator jacket on. He had asked the lady at the front desk where the Vanderbilt residence was, and followed the directions the best he could in this foreign city. Arriving at the mansion, the pilot knocked on the doors and waited.<br/><br/>He was greeted by who he assumed was the butler.<br/><br/>"Finlay Douglas." He introduced himself.<br/><br/>The man led him inside to some sort of parlor and explained that Mr. Vanderbilt would be here to greet him shortly after tending to some business.<br/><br/>"I'm in no hurry." Finlay said, seating himself on one of the couches, resting his arms across the back.