AN: Hey everyone! Sorry about the wait, but I've been a bit scattered recently, so….Anyway, here's chapter 7. Please enjoy and leave lots of reviews!

Warnings: Same as usual, violence, scary moments, nastiness


Chapter 7

Alfred gingerly blinked his eyes open with a groan. His vision was blurry and his head was spinning. He slowly sat up and looked around him; he was lying in a hallway and had a small stream of blood running from his forehead. He pulled his hand back to see the blood. It was somewhat dried. That had to mean he had been lying there for at least 25 minutes.

Alfred began to stand and look around.

"Huh, I don't recognize this place. I wonder where I am," he mused to no one. Alfred stood himself up and walked to a flight of stairs leading down. There were some missing steps and the railing looked as if it might crumble apart at the slightest touch.

"No way am I going down there," he remarked, continuing on down the hallway and leaning on the wall for support. The sound of sobbing echoed throughout the hallways.

Alfred's head jerked up at the sound and he scanned the hallway for the source. There was no one else around, living or otherwise. Alfred hurried toward the sound of the sobs, rounding a corner and down another hallway before he spotted someone with a mop of blonde hair ahead of him.

"Huh? Matty?! Is that you, man?!" he called. The sobbing continued. Alfred squinted as he got closer.

"Arthur?! Arthur, buddy!" he called out to his friend. Arthur's head snapped up and slowly turned to look back over his shoulder.

"Al…fred?" he gasped, teary eyes wide in shock. Alfred hurried to Arthur's side and threw his arms around the Brit.

"Oh, thank God! Are you hurt?" he began to babble. Arthur gasped again, this time from being unable to breathe. The force of Alfred's hug caused him to drop Francis' head.

"Alfred," he wheezed out. Alfred pulled back and his eyes wide as he noticed the body next to Arthur. He jumped back with a loud gasp.

"Oh god! Wh-Who-" it was then he noticed the head of their friend... and that Arthur's shirt was bloody. Alfred looked up at Arthur in horror.

"What happened...?"

Arthur looked down at his lap, tears continuing to flow down his cheeks.

"Francis…he…didn't listen. He…tripped. There's piano wire at the bottom of the stairs," he cried. Alfred looked over at the stairs, noticing the red wire at the bottom. He slapped his hand over his mouth as a gag rose up.

"...Oh...God... And you s-saw..."

Alfred felt sick as he placed a hand on Arthur's shoulder. Arthur turned and wrapped his arms around Alfred, sobbing into his chest.

"I t-told him t-to watch where he was g-going! But he didn't listen!"

Alfred, after the little shock wore off, embraced Arthur tightly and stroked his hair.

"Shh, it's ok, Arthur. It's alright, man," he said, trying to sound reassuring, but it was difficult. Arthur cried for a little while longer before managing to calm himself down. He took a few deep breaths.

"What…do we do with him? Surely we can't just…leave him there like that?" Arthur asked. Alfred looked down at Francis' body and sighed. He wasn't sure where they could take him. He gently pushed Arthur back and unzipped his leather flight jacket.

"I don't know where we could take him so we'll have to leave him here. But at the least we can cover him up," he replied, voice low with grief. Alfred pulled off his jacket and gingerly lie it over their friend's body.

Arthur nodded and wiped at his eyes. His cheeks turned pink in embarrassment. Arthur knew it was stupid to be embarrassed for crying, but he couldn't help it.

"Alfred…I didn't hate him. He annoyed the bloody hell out of me, but, he was still a friend. And…" he paused to sigh, "I want you to know, I don't hate you either. Just in case, something happens to either of us, I just…want you to know that."

Alfred paused for a moment and looked at Arthur. He had never seen the Brit look so...broken before. Alfred reached over and pulled the blonde close with one arm.

"Hey, now don't think like that. We'll get out of here, Arthur. I make you a hero's promise," he replied. He leaned close and whispered into Arthur's ear. "I know you don't hate me. So did Francis. And neither of us hate you."

Arthur wasn't sure whether to be relieved or blush and yell at Alfred for getting so close.

"I'm happy to hear that," he said simply. "Can we go? I really don't want to stick around here."

Alfred pulled back and nodded.

"Of course. Come on, let's find a way out of this Hellhole."

He held out a hand to help Arthur up. Arthur nodded and allowed Alfred to help him up, though he quickly took his hand back and began walking down the hall.

"So. Have you seen any of the others?" he asked. Alfred shook his head.

"No, in fact I was looking for Matty when I found you. We got separated a while back. I'm really starting to worry about him," he replied. Arthur looked at him.

"We'll look for him now, then. If he's in this same space, it shouldn't be too hard. After all, if you're here, that means some spaces have to be merging," he said with a hesitant smile. Alfred made a hum of agreement.

"I hope he's close. A kid like him is bound to be scared out of his mind all alone..." he replied. Arthur nodded.

"I would imagine so," he agreed. Arthur was glad for a distraction from his thoughts. If Matthew was indeed in the same space, they were getting closer to finding everyone. Suddenly Arthur halted. He gave a shuddering breath and his eyes went wide. "From red door….six steps south…thirteen steps east…"

Alfred froze in his tracks and looked at Arthur.

"Hey, man? You alright? What are you talking about?" he asked, voice shaking. Arthur gave another shuddering breath.

"Find…it…find…it…find…it…." he chanted flatly. Alfred took a step forward.

"F-Find what, man? What's going on with you?"

Arthur gave a gasp and his eyes closed. Almost instantly they re-opened and he blinked in confusion.

"Hmm? Alfred, you look spooked. What happened?" Arthur asked. Alfred stepped closer and poked Arthur's cheek cautiously, as if it might blow up.

"Are you...back?" he asked nervously. Arthur frowned and slapped at Alfred's hand.

"Don't poke me! And what are you talking about? I never left," he said. Alfred jumped with an 'eep' and shook his head with a chuckle.

"Yep, you're back. Dude, you were saying some really creepy shit and you looked like a robot." he explained. Arthur's frown increased.

"Damn it all. Again? Seriously, the spirits here are quite rude. They could at least ask for permission first," he ranted. Arthur sighed. "So, what was I saying? It could be important."

Alfred looked at the blonde with a raised eyebrow.

"'Again'?! Dude!" he thought back to what Arthur was saying and hummed. "Uh, you said uh... 'from the red door, six steps south... and uh...thirteen steps east.' You were also chanting 'find it' super boring-like," he responded. Arthur hummed and nodded.

"I see. Well then, we ought to find this red door. The spirits here are very persistent, and they likely won't stop bothering us until we find whatever it is they're looking for," he said matter-of-factly. Arthur determinedly set off along the hallway again.

Alfred quickly closed his mouth and caught up to the Brit.

"Hey, you just got freaking possessed by some freaky spirit! How are you so calm about it?!" he asked, gripping Arthur's shoulder. Arthur shrugged.

"I suppose I've gotten used to it. I mean, I used to talk to spirits before here, but after a few times of being actually possessed…Well, I don't have any means of preventing it while I'm here, so, as long as I'm not hurting anyone, I figure why bother being upset by it," he explained. Alfred's expression darkened.

"But you don't know what's going on when you're being possessed, man! What if you hurt someone and didn't know it?" he inquired worriedly. Arthur sighed.

"Like I said, I can't really do anything about it. All of my things are back home," he replied. "As much as I hate to admit it, you are strong, Alfred. If I were to become out of control, I don't doubt that you'd be able to keep me from hurting anyone until the spirit left."

Alfred blushed slightly then smiled.

"Hey, you know I'm strong! Otherwise I wouldn't be much of a hero, would I? Haha," he gloated, arm wrapped around Arthur's shoulder. Arthur had expected that reaction.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you twat," he grumbled, pulling away. "Keep an eye out for the red door."

Alfred pouted once but began looking.

"That's not very nice, Artie," he chuckled. Arthur glanced at him sidewise.

"I never claimed to be nice," he replied loftily.

As they traversed the halls, Arthur spotted a red-ish brown door. With a smile, he approached the door.

"Hmm, the sign says 'Custodian's Closet'…and it's locked. Oh well, that's not what we're here for. Do you think this is the red door?" Arthur asked Alfred. Alfred nodded.

"It's a reddish color and I think that's as close as we are going to get in a place like this." he confirmed. Arthur turned.

"Alright then. Now…six steps south and thirteen east was it?" he muttered. Arthur counted as he began walking down from the door.

"…Five…Six. Alright, now, east," he stopped and turned. Again, Arthur counted aloud. When he came to the final step, the floorboard beneath his foot squeaked loudly and shifted. "Hello! What do we have here?"

Arthur knelt down and pushed the board out of the way. Peering into the hole, he saw the shape of something lying in the darkness. He reached in and pulled out a small bag made of hemp that was coated in blood.

Alfred looked over Arthur's shoulder with a shudder.

"What is it, dude?"

Arthur shook his head and stood up. He noticed an ID tag attached to the front.

"'Sunnyside Middle School: Stefaan'…The rest of the ID is too smeared with blood. Suffice to say, whatever is in this bag, belongs to one of those children," Arthur explained. Reluctantly, he pulled the draw string and opened the bag. Arthur peered in and his face pales. "Oh god! It's…a tongue!"

Alfred yelped and jumped back.

"Ah! Get rid of it, dude!" he screamed. Arthur closed the bag.

"As much as I'd like to, I don't think that's a good idea. We were told to find this, correct? Well, I am sure the child this belongs to would appreciate having their tongue returned. Wait…maybe this will appease them! Alfred. When I was with…well, we met this girl named Natalia. She was the one who wrote the spell, and she said that if we appeased the spirits, the spaces could merge. Then we might be able to go home! Alfred, we have to find the children," he explained, getting more excited the more he talked. Alfred's eyes widened and he eyed the bag with a gulp.

"Ugh...Alright fine. Hey, what did this chick who wrote the spell look like?" he asked. Arthur decided to just hold onto the bag. He really didn't want it in his pocket.

"Hm? Oh, she was blonde, had a purple ribbon in her hair, and she had lifeless violet eyes," he explained. "Why?"

Alfred thought back.

"I think I met her... I think she gave me this." He pointed to the dried blood on his forehead. "She was freaky, man."

Arthur blinked.

"She didn't seem like the violent type…Well, if she shows up again, I'll ask her about her behavior. In the meantime," he let his sentence drift off as he walked down the hall. Alfred groaned.

"Yeah, right, the...tongues." he shuddered as he looked at the bag in Arthur's hand.

Arthur was rather glad that they didn't have to wander far. One of the children seemed to be patrolling the hallway to the right of them.

"Well, I certainly hope this is the right one," he said, approaching the spirit. The child noticed him and frowned.

"Gihhh ihhh bahhhhkkk!" the spirit demanded, heading for him. Arthur took a step back and held out the bag.

"Wait! Stefaan! Is…is that you? This is yours, right?" he asked. The child stopped and stared. Alfred watched the scene unfold with baited breath. He hoped the kid didn't get upset and attack Arthur.

The child stared at the bag.

"Uuoouuhhhh?" he moaned. Arthur began to worry. Maybe he had to show the child the tongue itself? Arthur opened the bag and, grimacing, pulled out the tongue.

"Stefaan…we're giving you your tongue back," he said. The child's eyes widened.

"My hunnngggg…." said the spirit. The boy reached out. "My….tongue!"

The bag and tongue dissolved. Arthur wasn't sure how to proceed from here. The boy blinked at them, and then smiled sweetly.

"Thank you," Stefaan said and disappeared. Alfred let out a breath of relief and stepped up to Arthur.

"That was tense. You alright, man?" he asked, hand on the blonde's shoulder. Arthur shuddered.

"I feel like throwing up after touching that, but, I'm alive so I'm fine," he replied with a half-smile. Alfred pat him on the back gently.

"You sure, dude? You look a little green," he mentioned a little worried. Arthur nodded.

"Yes, I'm sure. I -" he gave a gasp as the building began to shake. "Not another earthquake!"

Alfred gave a yelp and clenched onto Arthur.

"Ah! Make it stop!" he cried. Arthur was about to reply when the shaking stopped.

"Hff...You're such a baby," he huffed, rolling his eyes. Suddenly Arthur's body tensed up and his eyes glazed over.

"Go…to where…the floor collapsed….and then got better. One step east….ten paces north…." he wheezed. Alfred jumped off his friend with an 'eep'.

"Aw dammit, not again! Alright I got it, now get outta my friend, man!"

He shook Arthur by his shoulders, hoping the spirit would leave. Arthur gave another gasp and slowly came back to himself.

"Stop shaking me, dammit!" he snapped, pushing at Alfred's shoulders. Alfred stopped and set his jaw.

"Gee wiz, the thanks I get for getting that freaky spirit out of ya," he retorted in a huff. Arthur hmphed.

"Yes, because all the expert exorcists know that shaking someone is the best way to stop a possession," he replied sarcastically. "It probably left on its own. So, what did it say this time?"

Alfred stuck his tongue out at the Brit and crossed his arms.

"'Go to where the floor collapsed and then got better. One step east, ten paces north'," he recited. Arthur frowned.

"That one is going to be tough. There are probably a lot of places where the floor collapsed and then 'got better'….wait! Francis and I were going down the stairs and on the landing there was a huge section of collapsed floor. There was an earthquake then, and some boards fell down to cover the hole. Maybe that's it?" he exclaimed. Alfred nodded.

"Hell yeah! I bet that's it!" he grabbed Arthur's hand and started running. Arthur's eyes widened.

"You're a lunatic!" he shouted, trying to keep up with Alfred. Alfred looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Says the dabbler of black magic and the one who keeps getting possessed," he snorted. Arthur grumped quietly as Alfred pulled him along. He had to look away when they reached Francis' body. Arthur dashed ahead of Alfred and came to a stop once he reached the landing.

Alfred hurried over and looked at the boards over the hole.

"Hey, I think I see something..." he said, reaching down into the hole. Arthur walked over and watched as Alfred pulled out a key.

"Huh, well, I was expecting another tongue bag, but this works too, I suppose," he commented. Arthur peered around the taller blond and looked closely at the key. "A gym key? How strange."

Alfred turned it around in his hand.

"Yeah. Maybe the next bag'll be in the gym." he replied with a smile. "Should be pretty easy to find if so. A gym is pretty damn open."

Arthur nodded.

"Yes, true," he agreed. Arthur wondered where the gym could be. In all their wanderings, he had yet to see anything about a gym. Alfred stood and pocketed the key.

"Now, if I was a gym, where would I be?" he mused, pushing his glasses up. Arthur shrugged.

"First floor somewhere?" he suggested, heading back downstairs. Alfred shrugged in response.

"Maybe. It's as good a place as any to start I guess. Let's go," he replied, following.

Arthur wondered how big the school could possibly be. As he and Alfred came to a stop at the end of a hallway that had certainly not been there before.

"This entire school is ridiculous," he muttered, walking down the hall to a set of double doors. Alfred nodded.

"Yeah I agree. How did anyone find their way around here when it wasn't haunted?" he looked into the small windows on the double doors.

"Hey, this looks like it might lead to a gym."

Arthur looked over at Alfred.

"It's my guess that this school is made more maze-like by the entities here. Also, if this is the gym, you should probably use your key, twit," he said snippily. Alfred set his jaw.

"Do you want me to help you or not?" he snipped back. Arthur raised a large eyebrow.

"Will you just open the door? We have a tongue to find," he replied. Alfred grumbled as he took out the key and opened the door.

"There. Happy now?"

Arthur smiled.

"Yes," he said, and walked inside. The gym was almost completely destroyed, not that Arthur should have expected any different. There were barely any places to walk on, and what there was tended to be blocked by fallen beams or bits of wall.

Alfred grumbled and climbed over a fallen beam.

"Alright, smarty-pants, where is the tongue?"

Arthur frowned and followed.

"How the hell should I know?" he asked. Arthur spotted some lockers against a wall. "Maybe those lockers over there?"

Alfred walked over to the lockers and started to try and open them.

"Some of these are locked. How are we gonna look inside them?" he grumbled. Arthur stood on his tiptoes and peered through the slats of one of the locked lockers.

"Well, this one we don't need to worry about. It's empty," he said. Arthur moved to the next one, and did the same. "And unless you want a dead body, this one is useless too."

Eventually he came to a locker he could open. The door squeaked and when Arthur peered inside, he spotted another bloody hemp bag.

"Here we go," he muttered, picking it up. "The ID on this one says 'Sunnyside Middle School: Zane Williams'."

Alfred grimaced at the smell and swallowed.

"Alright, let's get the thing to this Zane kid and find the others," he replied. Arthur nodded and led the way out of the gym.

They searched the building for the child spirits, and eventually spotted both waiting outside a classroom door. Arthur cautiously approached them. It was clear the spirit missing most of its head was Zane.

"Zane Williams?" he called and got a sputter and gurgle in response. Arthur pulled the tongue from the bag. "Zane, we've brought you your tongue."

The child walked closer, blood gushing from the gaping hole. He stopped and gave an inquiring gurgle. The spirit gave a sudden gasp and began coughing. Arthur watched in surprise as the bag and tongue dissolved and the spirit disappeared.

Alfred stepped up to Arthur.

"Huh, nice kid. Didn't even say thanks," he snorted. "Alright what now?"

Arthur looked up to see the girl spirit glaring at them. As she approached she let out an angry hiss.

"I think we ought to run, she doesn't look very happy," he said, grabbing Alfred's arm and pulling him away. Alfred yelped and ran from the girl.

"Goddamn! What is it with the chicks in this place?!" he commented as he weaved in and out of the hall, avoiding the holes. Arthur eventually stopped running and looked back over his shoulder. The ghost child was nowhere to be seen. He sighed and leaned against a wall.

"So, the final tongue ought to belong to that girl. She was also missing an eye….Hopefully we don't have to go and find that too," Arthur said. Alfred nodded in disgust.

"Eww, yeah I hope we don't have to find an eye, too. Gross," he replied. Arthur nodded. Before he could start walking again, his body tensed up and his eyes went blank.

"…Where your friend was splattered…the floorboards beneath that wall….right under his globby entrails….where the floor dips…and the blood pools….drip…drop…drip…drop…eheheheh…hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Arthur laughed like a maniac, head tilted back, and his mouth unnaturally wide. Alfred jumped back with wide eyes.

"H-Holy shit! What the Hell, dude?! C-Can't you just appear to us and tell us instead of invading someone?! Get outta him!" he yelled at the spirit. Arthur stopped laughing but began to pace, muttering incoherently to himself and gripping at his hair. He stopped, groaned, and collapsed to his knees. Alfred stepped over and cautiously placed a hand on Arthur's shoulder.

"H-Hey, are you alright, man? Are you back to yourself?" he asked, unsure of what to expect. Arthur panted softly, rubbing his head.

"Ooohh….my head is killing me," he groaned. Arthur slowly got to his feet and leaned against the wall again. "Damn."

Alfred squeezed Arthur's shoulder gently.

"You were possessed again, man... You...You are not going to like what happened..." he replied. Arthur gave him a confused expression.

"Oh? What did I say this time?" he asked as the pounding in his head began to fade. Alfred chewed his lip nervously.

"Um... You said... ' where your friend was splattered, the floorboards beneath that wall...right under his g-globby entrails...where the floor dips and the blood pools...' then you started to laugh like a madman..." Alfred stated, feeling a little pale. Arthur looked horrified.

"That means…one of the others has died? And…we have to look under their…I think I might be ill," he said, looking distressed. Alfred nodded.

"Yeah... me too."

He swallowed hard and rubbed his temple, fighting back a wave of nausea. Arthur paced.

"We have to…I don't know if I can do such a thing but – damn this place!" he exclaimed, quickly wiping the tears from his eyes. "There's not much of a choice…if we don't appease the spirits, we'll never leave."

Alfred hummed in agreement.

"Yeah...this is gonna be tough," he replied, forcing his own tears back as he clapped his hand on Arthur's back. Arthur nodded and took a deep breath.

"Alright. So, um, you haven't happened to see anything that could be what was described before we met up, have you?" he asked. Alfred thought back.

"I don't think so... We might have to just look around till we...find them..." he replied, saddened. Arthur sighed.

"Very well," he said, and began to walk down the hallway. They walked through the labyrinthine halls and up and down flights of stairs until, eventually, Arthur stopped them by the Infirmary. A sense of dread had settled in his gut, and the sound of flies buzzing and something thick dripping up ahead did not help.

Arthur slowly walked farther along the hall, before coming to a halt. The mass of gore splattered against the wall and floor up ahead caused him to turn and throw up a little in his mouth. He clutched his stomach with one hand, and clapped the other over his mouth, trying to keep from retching.

Alfred gasped and clapped a hand over his mouth quickly with a gag.

"Oh...god..." he gasped between gags.

"W-Who is it...?" he inquired. Arthur shook his head.

"How the hell should I know? There's nothing left of them," he snapped, looking away from the scene. Arthur felt a little faint, so he braced himself against a wall. Alfred reached over to steady his friend, looking at the scene for where the spirit had mentioned. He swallowed as he remembered the voice... 'right under his globby entrails.' Alfred threw up in his mouth and gave a pant.

"O-Ok... I'll just hurry in, find whatever is under the damn floorboards and then we can get the hell out."

Arthur looked up.

"Are…you sure? I can help," he offered, turning to face the mess again. Arthur grimaced. Alfred shook his head.

"No, man, it's alright. I can get in and get it quicker than both of us..." he replied, putting on a facade of bravery. Arthur nodded.

"Alright. Good luck, then," he replied, knowing he probably would throw up if he attempted to look for the bag. Alfred nodded and, with a deep breath, he ran across to the gore.

The smell was overwhelming and the squish of each step didn't help in the least. Once Alfred reached the wall, he swallowed the bile threatening to show itself and reached down to the floorboards, having to wipe away the blood and... other things. Alfred gasped at the feeling of the gore slipping and squishing through his fingers as he pulled a floorboard up.

"Oh, dear god...Ugh!" he coughed and gagged, placing the board to the side and reaching down into the space.

"Ugh... something is here- guph! I t-think it's a b-b-bag!" he called, pulling the small, blood-soaked package out and standing. As he turned to make his way back, he slipped and fell face-first into the gore.

"Oh, god no! Ugh..." he quickly picked himself up and made his way back to Arthur. Arthur gasped when he saw Alfred fall, and when he got close, Arthur pulled a tissue from his pocket and reached up to wipe at Alfred's face.

"Are you alright?" he asked worriedly, taking the bag from him. Alfred nodded then fell to his knees as his body jerked with gags and coughs.

"That was...absolutely horrible!" he managed between waves of puke. Arthur managed to dodge the vomit and looked away.

"I'm sorry you had to do that," he said. Arthur didn't know what to do to make Alfred feel any better. Soon enough, Alfred's nausea left and his breathing returned to normal.

"What's in the bag? Please tell me I don't have to go back in there, dude." Of course he would if he had to, but he would rather not. Arthur opened the bag and looked inside.

"It's definitely a tongue," he said, closing it again. Arthur looked at the ID attached to the front. "It belongs to Wyuna Massey, from Sunnyside Middle School."

Alfred breathed a sigh of ultimate relief.

"Alright let's give it back to her and then get the Hell out of here." he began walking down the hallway.

"Agreed," Arthur said, following after Alfred.

They managed to find the ghost child rather quickly, as she hadn't left the area they had seen her earlier. Arthur, trying not to think about it, pulled the tongue from the bag and approached the girl.

"Wyuna Massey…we've brought you back your tongue," he said, holding out the tongue. The girl's single eye widened and she reached out for the bag. Like the others, the bag and tongue dissolved.

"Hannhh you," Wyuna said. "…Thank you very much."

Wyuna smiled and disappeared. Alfred smiled crookedly and gave a thumbs-up.

"You're welcome, that's what heroes do," he chuckled, pulling Arthur into him. Arthur gasped indignantly and smacked at Alfred's chest.

"Just what do you think you're doing!? Let go of me! You're covered in blood!" he snapped. Alfred looked down at himself and gagged.

"Ughf! Sorry, man. I forgot. Let's find a bathroom so I can get cleaned up."

Arthur grumbled at the added blood on his uniform.

"There's no point. The pipes here are broken or something, so none of the sinks in this place work," he said with a sigh. "Honestly, if we don't get out of here soon, we're likely to die of thirst."

Alfred went serious, lips pursed into a straight line.

"Then we will have to get out of here before that happens..." he replied, determination shining through his eyes. "Come on, let's find the others and get out of here."

Arthur nodded.

"Yes, now that we've appeased those three, the spaces out to start merging even more," he agreed. Suddenly the building began to shake, even more violently than before. It sent the both of them crashing to the floor.

"UUAAHHH!" Arthur yelped in surprise. Alfred fell with a hard thump and a cry of fear.

"Ahh! Shit!" he clenched his eyes shut and threw his arms over his head. The shaking got worse, causing windows in other rooms to shatter, floorboards to collapse, and rubble to fall. Arthur gave a shout of panic as a bit of floor fell and smacked Alfred in the head, knocking him unconscious. Arthur tried to crawl over to him but a sudden pressure in his head stopped him. Before he knew it, everything was going blurry and then went black.