Waiting for B's brother

"When is my brother getting here?" B asked for the umpteenth time. "I'm not sure. He's taking the bus and subway here. He could get here any minute now." "And then we can play?" "Actually no." "Why not?" B whined. "Because we have to go to sleep shortly. We're taking a plane first thing tomorrow morning. That's why we're staying here at the hotel and that's why your brother is meeting us here." "I wanted to play." B pouted. "You'll get lots of opportunities to play in Montreal." "Is there a pool in Montreal?" "Yes." "Okay. I'm ready to go to bed then."