Someone always needs help. Why can't someone need help at Disneyland for a change? [He was complaining, but if Sam actually broke down and called him for help, he knew it was probably important. God knows, he really didn't expect any calls from the kid after he took off. Of course, when he did, it had to be: Hey, come fly to Scotland. No info. Just do it. That was an argument for another time, though.]
Alright, I'll be on the next flight out. Just stay out of trouble until I get there.