Charleston smiled as he slowly creaked the guest room door closed. He had been right. Not a few minutes later of carrying Arthur toward his home, the poor guy passed out.
Now lying wrapped in a comfortably-warm, duvet. His glasses on the side and his mouth hanging open. He looked like this was the best bed in the world!

It must be difficult having to pretend to be something you're not, just to survive.

Luckily, he had a guest bedroom for him to sleep in. Otherwise the constable would have slept on the couch and his back would make sure to remind him during work. Oddly enough, Charleston couldn't remember exactly who the guest bedroom was meant for.

Though, he had his suspicions that it could be, 'Ebony'. It felt strange thinking about someone you were meant to be close to, with only snippets of memories.

He lightly crept away, making sure his wooden floorboards didn't creak on his way down the stairs. He had no doubt that someone who had survived the Garden District, would be a fairly light sleeper.

Finally making it to the first floor, he sat on the sofa thinking. What do I do now? I can't just hide him, I would lose my job, not to mention the danger he would be in! He glanced to the clock tiredly.

10:15

God, time sure goes by when saving awkward Downers from Cannibalistic-Wellies. Maybe he should talk to Arthur about what to do about their situation in the morning. Afterall It's not just his choice, and they should (maybe) be safe for awhile if Arthur agrees to lay low. Hark is a bobby, so they shouldn't suspect him for having a stowaway in his own home… Not immediately, at least.

Finally, after reading a little, he decided he had enough for the day, the weary Constable stood up stretching his spine until it popped and scratched his lower-back. He let a satisfied grunt and shuffled to his room on the second floor.

He cringed at the slightest creak, not just because he didn't want to wake Arthur, but because he was starting to get a headache from all the action from the past couple of days.

Reaching his bedroom, Charleston left his door unlocked. Just in case Arthur got into trouble. Which counting from the few, but regular run-ins; seemed to be his thing.

Closing his eyes, he attempted to sleep. But his head throbbed even worse. He did stop taking joy, because he was interested in his memories, so maybe this is what a joy withdrawal is like? He honestly expected to feel a whole lot worse.
Charleston was never happier to remember a drug deal in a back alley.. Okay, that was a very poor choice of words.

Thank god for shady dealers. Was Arthur on Sunshine as well?

Arthur kept tossing and turning, sweat pouring down his forehead. He sat up, grumbling and rubbing his face.

God damnit, Arthur- Just sleep!

Throwing the blanket aside, he got up and decided to snoop around a bit. He wasn't used to sleeping in another person's house, let alone a Constable's. So, he might sleep better if he knew the layout..

Plus, he was a bit hungry.

Arthur lightly stepped down the stairs. Jesus, first he falls down Mrs Sapper's stairs, then rushes down Mr Cutty's and now he's sneaking down Constable Hark's. What is it with him, stairs nowadays.

He turned his head, looking back up toward where he assumed the Constable slept. Was something bad going to happen to him here, as well? What ever it is, it better not be an empty fridge. Arthur finished climbing down the stairs and tiptoed around, looking for the kitchen. He only got glances of the house since he was barley awake coming in.

Looking around he found a dining table, with a book sitting on top of it. It looked like a diary, an old diary. Arthur opened it up to a random page.

Blank, huh? That means it was never finished..

Starting at the beginning of the diary he skimmed through, until he found a page with a bookmark in it. Had the Constable been reading this as well? Arthur began to read the segment.

Today was my first day in the workforce, it was brilliant! I finally get to work as a Constable, this has been my dream ever since.. Actually, I can't remember.

It could be the blackberry I got put on. All the bobbies have to take it, it's extra strong so it lasts longer during our shifts. So, maybe the effects are stronger as well..

The Doctor who prescribed it to me.. Doctor Carlos, I think it was? Said that after taking blackberry joy, I would no longer be tolerant to any other flavours.
He said that I would get horrible cramps and awfully ill if I did. Nothing fatal, but definitely nothing pleasant.

Oh, yeah! Ebony, the bloody woman stole my helmet before I got dressed. Nearly dropped the couch on my toes looking for it. Though, it was really heart-warming when I found out why she actually stole it.

It was during my shift actually, I had taken off my helmet to look at it closely. I didn't have the chance since I was rushing around to get ready and I was just so ecstatic to finally be a Constable, I had to look at my uniform!

And inside the mesh.. It read:

"Charleston Hark, finally got your dream job? You better be as proud as I am of you! I love you so much, you're an amazing brother. Even if we aren't blood-related, I really couldn't have asked for anything more."

I have to admit, I almost cried. I would have cried if it weren't for a downer running past shouting about rats in his pants. Honestly, it was hilarious. I have no clue how the man even got rats in there. Weren't downers careful where they leave their clothes?

This is definitely one of my best days ever, I'll make sure to treasure this memory.

Arthur winced slightly, Charleston didn't remember, did he? Judging by the dark grey splotches on the page, he must have read it recently. He cried didn't he? Because he finally remembered?

Shit. A depressed Constable, in charge of cleaning the streets of depressed people.. How utterly ironic.

Forgetting the hunger, Arthur crept upstairs and listened outside of the Constable's door. He could hear light snoring. Tomorrow is going to be awkward. How do possibly explain to someone, 'Oh, hey I read your personal diary without your permission. While you were asleep.'

This was going to be an awkward morning. Arthur snuck back into the guest room silently. Curling back up into the duvet. However, he couldn't help but think.

Did she sleep in here?