Duncan went down the stairs into the living area of the barge. Richie knew what he was doing. Besides, without knowing where they were going yet, all Richie had to do was keep a straight course and not hit anything.
He walked into the den, where he saw Fitz had already found his bar. Figures.
"Where's Amanda?" he asked Fitz.
The leprechaun-like English Immortal shook his curly haired head slightly, and touched the tip of an index finger to his lips. The same finger then indicated the closed door of a room.
"In dreamland, mate. The poor gell's had a hard day. Have a sit down," indicating the chair across from him.
"Oh, don't worry about Joe, the old warhorse is going to win this battle, too. Methos and the Angelic Doctor Anne are rendering aid. Hypocrates couldn't do better, my friend."
Duncan sat down, politely refusing the drink offered to him.
The two Immortals sat silently. Some time later, the door to Joe's room opened. Methos and Anne emerged. Anne looked tired as she took Methos' offered arm and allowed him to escort her to the sitting area.
"He's going to make it," Anne said after she sat down. He was hurt pretty badly, but it was mostly blood loss. Nothing vital. He just needs alot of rest.
Methos nodded. "He's too stubborn to die. Almost Immortal, it would seem. He wants to hang around this coil a little while longer. I for one am pleased."
Duncan looked at Anne, "Thank you."
Anne smiled tiredly, "You're welcome. Now, where are we going?"