Arthur began to come to. As he did so, his mind came to along with him, yet slower. He didn't realize his entire situation until a bit later. When he did, though, and went to speak…
He found his bindings around his jaw and wrists. He was afraid. Truly. Afraid.
He looked around in the darkness. Surely someone will notice his absence at the meetings if he is gone long enough. He hung his head, though. He didn't want it to be that way.
As he thought, he began to realize…he wasn't alone.
He wasn't the only one in that room.
He held his breath, as if for some reason that would save him, or at least conceal him from the dangers of what he suspected to be schizophrenia. He closed his eyes tightly when he heard a familiar voice. It seemed calm. And then it sighed. That sigh sent chills down Arthur's spine in the darkness.
"It looks like you're finally awake…"
"…"
Arthur couldn't coherently respond through that stupid jaw binding. He eyed where the voice was coming from. As he sat there, a million things were going through his mind. He had no idea what was about to happen. None whatsoever. He wished to God he did.
