"Arthur should have been home an hour ago." Francis sighed as he longingly glanced at the clock on the living room wall."

"Relax, Francy." Gilbert encouraged. "Maybe he's just late because he's out grocery shopping for dinner. We are out of food, you know."

"And who's fault is that?" The blond Frenchman demanded. "I'm not the one who eats a week's worth amount of food on a daily basis. We do have three people living in this apartment, you know."

"Oh yeah, like Gilbert can't hear you excluding him. He is also a member of our family, don't you forget. So, we have four people living in this apartment."

"Whatever." Sighed Francis while shaking his head. "Yes, I love Gilbert just as much as I do everyone else here. I'm just worried about Arthur. He always calls me when he knows he'll be late."

"I can try calling him." The albino offered after the petty argument between himself and his lifelong roommate had died down. "Maybe if we keep calling him, he'll know that we're waiting on him." He tried dialing the Brit's number. It rang a few times, but alas went to voicemail. "He's just not answering." He said and shrugged his shoulders.

"Let's go looking for him." The blond suggested quickly as soon as Gilbert hung up the phone.

They used Gilbert's car to drive around town, and they searched mostly around the building where Arthur had had his last session with Toris.

"This is the place where I drop him off, and then he walks to the bus stop on a normal day to get a ride home, but he told me that the bus didn't show up today or that the driver was late, so he gave up waiting after ten minutes or so and decided to walk home. It doesn't take Arthur too long to walk home, either. IT's roughly 45 minutes walking distance from here and back to our place."

"So, he should have been home by now." Agreed Gilbert with a nod. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Don't worry, we'll find him. He can't be too far but it is strange that he didn't text you by now."

"I need to check to see if Toris is still in his office. I know where it is because I take Arthur there sometimes. I'll pay for parking so just park in one of the spots on the side of the building."

Gilbert did as he was told and the two raced to Toris' office. Thankfully, the man was still there.

Toris! You have a second?" Shouted Francis frantically as he ran into the therapist's open door.

The other man nervously tried to catch his pen as it slipped from his fingers, but it fell onto the floor. "Sure! C-come in!" He encouraged, but silently cursed himself from fidgeting like an idiot.

"Thank you for letting us interrupt you, Toris. We know that Arthur had an appointment with you almost two hours ago now, but he still hasn't come home." Said the blond man with a sigh. He put his fingers against the bridge of his nose as though he'd been fighting off a frustrating headache. "Oh, and this is my friend, Gilbert. We were just wondering if Arthur seemed upset at all after the appointment? Or did he maybe tell you his plans for the day that may have involved going somewhere in particular?"

The therapist shook his head and put the dropped pen back on his desk. "No, actually he was in a very good mood earlier, and our appointment went very well. He actually seemed a little sad that it was our last session, but he didn't look upset or angry about anything. We talked about the two of you getting married, and he seemed happier than I ever seen him before."

Francis nodded, unsure where to go from here. Now that he knew that Arthur had what sounded like a completely normal day, he was even more worried that something had happened to him, or more like someone did something to him. "Thank you, Toris. If you happen to see him or hear from him, do you think you can give me a call? Just call the number to my apartment if you do."

"Will do." Toris replied. "Just call me too if there is anything more that I can do to help. It doesn't matter what time you call me, and you can also use my personal number if you need to reach me outside of my office hours."

Outside, Francis and Gilbert tried to retrace all of Arthur's steps from the building and back to the apartment. The duo walked for almost an entire hour and found absolutely nothing.

"Gilbert, I-I'm starting to think that this is hopeless, that something really did happen to Arthur, and while we are wasting time looking for him with nothing turning up, something terrible could be happening to him right now. I think we might have to bring the police into this." Suggested Francis sadly, the man looked as though he had lost all hope, and anyone could tell that his heart ached just by looking at him.

The other man couldn't pretend that they were making an effort anymore, either. "Don't worry, I'll call them. I'll go back, get the car and take us both home while you get some rest. I may not have known Arthur long, but I do know him well enough now, and throughout the time that I've known him I know that he would have either came home or called you by now. I'm sorry, Francis, but I think something did happen to Arthur."

Francis looked like he was going to break down and cry right in the middle of the street, but his life - long friend smiled hopefully.

"But I do know that we will find him. We will find him, help him, and by this time next week all of this would just be a terrible memory. No matter what happens, we will bring Arthur home."

Francis had passed out from exhaustion as soon as they made their way back to Gilbert's call. The German must have been talking to the police for at least five minutes, and Francis hadn't even stirred in his sleep.

"No, we aren't sure if he is alive or dead." Said Gilbert with a whisper, as though he was afraid that this sentence would wake his friend up and send him into a frenzy. "Yes, I'll hold and I'll wait right here. Yes, I will stay in the parking lot."