Your tryst with Arthur had been plentiful, stretching on through the months. You trusted him with your life, and now that trust would save you.

"Arthur?" A small voice shakes in the dark just on the edge of camp. You roam around disoriented and confused, visibly in shock. It isn't until poor Ms. Grimshaw wakes up to your broken cries for Arthur. While the rest of the gang is stirred - Arthur, of course, is still fast asleep. You're led to Arthur who wakes up to Ms. Grimshaw's frustration. He's irritated until he sees you in the corner, shell-shocked and covered in blood.

"They refused to talk to anyone but you. Would you please take the poor thing to get patched up?" The woman hisses. Arthur hurries up to you, hands hovering around you but too afraid to touch.

"Jesus, sweetheart. The hell happened to ya?"