The next morning I woke up for the football, Rowan had not come back at all last night, where could he have gone. Most probably he went back to that girls house he was chatting to in the bar. I'm sure he'll turn up at some point. Just into the second half I get a phone call from Rowan, he's at the door and says he hasn't really got any sleep even though he was in a really comfortable bed, he claims nothing happened but it doesn't really matter. We watched the game, had some of the left over beers and relaxed a bit, knowing we were going to have another big night, that every night with Rowan in New Orleans was going to be a big one.