10,000 years had passed since The Architect had left her post, and everything was beginning to spiral downwards. Dusk had been alive long enough to remember when The Morrow Days were still good people at heart, and just how eager he had been to serve them as a young lad. Why, becoming Thursday’s noon, if only for a brief time, made him feel as if he was on the top of the world. Looking back, he was glad he had lost that prideful streak when deciding to switch over to being Monday’s secretary, even if the man’s sloth was nearly as bad as Thursday’s wrath.

Helping to push Mr. Monday’s wheelchair as usual, Dusk could barely suppress a sigh at how ridiculous it was that he, alongside Monday’s Dawn and Noon, had to be responsible simply for bringing Mr. Monday to and from places. How much easier it would be if Monday could do that himself.

Pressing one of the many buttons on one of the many elevators in The House, the next stop was The Incomparable Gardens, where the Morrow Days were to be discussing what to do with Arthur Penhaligon, the very boy the Will had chosen, and whom Dusk had saved from certain death.

Already, he could feel Dawn and Noon’s eyes locked on him as they arrived at their destination. It was unlike an undersecretary of a Morrow Day to have to speak at a conference, but now, Dusk was to be the main focus. Despite his centuries of experience working for them, he couldn’t help but be a bit apprehensive about this.

“How should I proceed, Mr. Monday?” *He asked in a quiet voice, bowing his head slightly to address his superior.