Snippet #1574517

'Well, this is a lively bunch...' Arthur was quiet, fidgeting. 'So, Arthur and Lilly, right?' Arthur just nodded a bit. "Yes, sir." he replied. "Arthur Love Valenstone..." Arthur introduced himself for the third time. Some of the people here seemed strange to him, out of place, eccentric. 'I think we should head out, I don't see anyone else volunteering, and if they change their mind it's not like we'll be going too far...right?' The half brit nodded. "I suppose not..." he replied, quietly, smiling a bit. He felt sager in their little group - He just didn't know the others wells enough to actually be comfortable.

Arthur followed Spike into the woods, looking around at the area around him. He could occasionally see a birch, but other than that, he didn't recognize the types of trees around him. He walked somewhat slowly, hugging himself. In the back of his mind, a little hope that he would awaken from this nightmare and be able to enjoy himself in the music room remained. Perhaps he would awaken and he would be able to sing and play an Irish song while his parents and siblings danced - Like they used to since he was young.

'So...um...anyone else notice anything... strange about themselves now?'

The question caught the musician off guard. "Well..." he started. "Not really strange about myself... Or, i haven't noticed... Maybe there is something about the magnetic field around his area - Bullets don't usually behave as they did back... There... As well as the strange things that happened back there..." he started, fidgeting. The air around him was humid, and it was a kind of cold humidity - Not unpleasant, but strange. It was the kind of humidity that he used to feel often in the air of Ireland and England before and after a rain - Oh, how he loved and missed the rain...