You were quite the joy addict like everyone was in Wellington- that's what made it so well! Joy fixes all your problems and makes you forget those nasty, nasty memories. At the moment you took a little too many and started seeing the brick patterns move on the ground, the sidewalk spin, and the colors became just a touch too bright. You had to sit in the alley and let the butterflies in your stomach out. As you did you heard yelling, banging, and running. Something about some poor downer not taking his joy. Just as you peek your head out to get a look at the commotion- someone rushes by you and huddles on the floor. It's Arthur Hastings, he used to live in the apartment below you. He never talked much, just keeping happy and joyful as all citizens should be! In your drugged-up head, you can't connect the dots between the runaway downer and Arthur ducking into the alley- at least not yet.

Arthur looks around nervously, afraid of being caught and killed. He listens to the footsteps for a moment, audibly sighing as he realizes he's safe- or at least was safe before he noticed you. he gives a sheepish wave and chuckles anxiously Lovely day for it?