Alfred straightened his suit and tie. Many would think he was just trying to look good, but to Alfred it felt like he was donning another military uniform. For he was about to face the searing hellfire that was Congress at the moment.
He was about to walk out the door when his phone rang. He looked at it and saw it was from Arthur. Alfred decided to answer it, the old man didn't call him much and it would be nice to talk before he descended the stairway to hell. AKA: his front steps.
Alfred picked it up and put the phone to his ear, "Hello?"
Alfred heard rummaging on the other end and then Arthur's voice, "Alfred, I have done a very bad thing."
Alfred was perplexed, what could be so bad that Arthur felt compelled to call him? "Okay?"
"I'm serious, Alfred! This is horrible!" There was more rummaging.
"What'd you do?" Alfred almost laughed when he thought that Arthur could have broken a hip.
"I have no time to explain! I just need you to get here now!"
"Dude, I am in Washington D.C. There is no way I'm going to get to London in the time you want me to get there. I have to book a flight, wait for said flight, get on said flight, then fly across the Atlantic!" Alfred explained to him. "Plus, I'm about to meet with Congress!"
"Congress is going to have to wait, because you have a much more pressing matter at the moment." Alfred could hear the annoyance in his tone.
"Like what?"
"Like the first U.S President and the first U.S Secretary of the Treasury standing in my living room." Arthur deadpanned.
"WHAT!?" Alfred could not believe this. There was no possible way, unless…
"So, if you could get here now, that would be dandy." Alfred could feel the salt coming from the phone. "Like I said, I can't. It would take too long." Alfred explained again.
"Then it looks like I'm bringing you to me."
"Wait, wait, wait. You're not gonna, like, teleport me or something, right?" That would be both awesome and terrifying.
"That is exactly what I am going to do."
"Wait, don't do it yet! I have to call in and say I'm sick!" Alfred was actually happy to go to London, because then he didn't have to face Congress.
Alfred called up his boss, "Hey, I'm sick." Alfred made the fakest cough in existence. "I can't come in today. … Yes, I am just faking it, bye!" He hung up before his boss could respond and called Arthur back. "Okay, do whatever you do, man!"
"Alright." Arthur hung up and Alfred waited and waited and waited. It felt like forever before anything happened. Alfred considered calling Arthur back to ask if he did it yet. Suddenly, purple mist started to surround him.
"What the fu-?" Alfred disappeared before he could get the last word out.
