Arthur stood outside the conference hall, tapping his foot impatiently. Alfred was right beside him a moment ago, he thought…was he that out of it that he would just wander off…? Arthur had no earthly idea where he could be that could take all this time. He swore to himself that he had made it clear enough on the note what he had wanted. He shook his head and went back inside. Good Lord.
As he walked down the hallways, he took a deep, heavy breath. He shook his head and continued to walk until…a pair of hands snatched him up and pulled him into a closet off of the hallway. He was so shocked, there was no sound that came from his lips.
"Arthur, you know it's, like, not safe for you out there, right…?" Alfred looked at him in all seriousness.
"Good Lord, Alfred, what on earth are you talking about…?
"The government is out to get us, all of us, the others might not make it, but we will, I promise." He had lowered his voice into a whisper.
"Alfred, what are you-"
The way he spoke.
It clicked.
There were only a few mental disorders that could take someone as seemingly normal as Alfred and change them into something so paranoid…
He went down the list in his head. Bipolar disorder, Schizophrenia…
When he hit "Schizophrenia", he stopped. He, with everything he had, wanted to believe it was bipolar disorder if Schizophrenia was the only other thing on the list. He knew that was most likely not the case, though…
He knew that it his mind was receding within itself, then there would be no reasoning with him.
Arthur sighed and shook his head, going against what he knew. "Alfred, there is no one after you…"
"For all you know, there could be…they're listening, Arthur…"
"Alfred, no-"
"Yes, they fucking are!"
And with that, Arthur silenced himself. It was not like Alfred to curse that way. Arthur actually found himself becoming slightly disturbed by this change in Alfred's mentality. He wasn't stable…and this was only going to become more and more obvious as time went along. What was going to become of America?