After playing with the two hawks and the dragon, Arthur decided it was time to log off.
His body vanished from Armageddon, appearing in the real world with that familiar rush.
Arthur headed straight for the shower, hot water cascading over his tense body as his mind stayed fixed on Donald.
'Let's see if Donald has arranged the meeting or not.'
The last time they'd spoken, Arthur had finally convinced him to allow a visit to Charlotte at the hospital. Donald tried his usual dodging tactics, but Arthur wasn't having it. Not anymore.
'I just need to enter that hospital. Once I do, I'll be able to rescue Charlotte.' The plan was simple in concept, infinitely complex in execution.
He threw on clothes and stepped out of the dorm room, striding purposefully toward Raymond's office. Usually, he'd have to ask Raymond to call Donald, but this time—
"Arthur." Donald was already there, arms crossed, expression unreadable.
