Correa is illegally drinking an '85 Henri Jayer Richebourg Grand Cru, Cote de Nuits, France. The unmanned spotlight mysteriously follows him through the club. The dense smoke parts as he steps about the room. When he privileges the party with his insights, the volume on the house music automatically drops.
Correa places his hand on Villar's shoulder just as he's about to run barefoot through the wet shower area, Andre' bottle in hand. Villar replaces his bottle of Andre' with a bottle of water and studies base-out scenarios intently on his iPad, absently wiping away the champagne dripping from the ceiling onto his screen.
Lowrie comes in after hearing the music from the training room. Correa shakes his hand. Lowrie's ligament is immediately repaired and he is suddenly adamant that third base is the best place for him.
Correa exits the party and all those remaining suddenly feel a considerable sense of loss. They grab their gear and make their way to the cages without thinking. They find James Earl Jones narrating Correa's batting practice.
Outside MMP, brake lights illuminate the inbound lanes of 45, 10 and 59 for 30 miles in every direction.
