Hazel was running for almost three hours before he stopped to look at the child in his arms. He was first taken aback by the fact that the child was still screaming. He didn't know how to stop the baby from screaming and he was panicking so he ignored her and just kept running and running. He only stopped when he reached the edge of Vale where it met with the kingdom of Atlas. Taking a breath and trying to ignore the somehow still screaming baby in his arms he entered the nearest building and was less than thrilled to find out that it was a run-down strip bar. Hazel had no care for women before and the crying child in his arms took priority over any level of attraction he may have felt now. Hazel knew that he needed to sleep soon and that Penelope was also getting tired herself. Calmly he walked over to the bar and tried to get the bartender's attention.

"The little one is hungry you know" the voice had come from beside him and when Hazel turned to see who had spoken to him he was greeted with the sight of a tall lightly built drunk man. The man seemed to have a chin covered in hair that hadn't been shaved in days. Hazel didn't know what to say to him so he just stared. "Well, you know that the child is hungry don't you." if he was being honest the thought of Penelope being hungry had never truly occurred to him. He then realized that he knew nothing about raising a child. Looking down at the crying bundle he clutched to his chest he saw not his niece but his sister. She had her mother's nose. For the first time since he first opened the back door to John Mcmurray's house, Hazel only remembered seeing John get his hand sliced off and then get stabbed. Acting fast Hazel had grabbed the first packed looking bag he saw and then he had grabbed Penelope and started running.

"Are you going to answer me or are you going simply continue to gaze wistfully as though you are pontificating the true point of being alive." looking back to the man who now seemed to be annoyed at the fact that Hazel hadn't given any sign of acknowledging his attempts to communicate with him.

Thinking before he spoke Hazel said "since I had not responded or expressed any opinions with or unto you then I have not spent the previous several seconds pontificating. I was merely collecting my thoughts in regards to what has transpired on this day and the lasting implication that are even now being levied against me."

The man seemed to catch his own grammatical error and looked at the boy with a gaze of interest. "You are an educated young man, tell me where did you conduct your studies.?"

Once more Hazel was silent before answering. "In a room with a man far wiser than me"

Once more the man seemed impressed. Turning back to the baby he said. " well, since you know how to answer a question without answering it and I don't wish to spend the time it would take to outwit the answer out of you I suppose I should just get right to helping you than." turning now to the bartender he said "Louis, put my current bill on my tab and tell anyone who is looking for me that they can meet me in Hell would you."

After an amused laugh, the bartender said. "Your tab is never being recorded, sir and I will happily pass the message onto any idiots looking for you. Have a nice evening sir."

Hazel was confused, to say the least. Why would this man not pay his tab? And why would the bartender so readily lie for him?

"Follow me," the man said as he started for the door. "My name is Arthur by the way."

As Hazel found himself falling into step with the man walking before him he felt that his polite nature demanded that he respond. "My name is Hazel Reinhart." realizing that he used his full name and Arthur only used his first he was about to lament his mistake. In silence the continued on until they had crossed the street and were now walking through the door of what Hazel determined to be a hotel. When they reached the door Arthur opened it and walked inside. He left the door open as an invitation to Hazel to follow him. When he reached one of the chairs that seemed to be in the living room and sat down he looked at Hazel who was still holding a screaming baby.

"Well don't just stand there come in a close the door." his words were spoken with both confidence and authority so Hazel obeyed them. After he closed the door and took a seat in a chair facing Arthur the older man spoke. "First of all, my last name is Watts. And I want to help you. The child is hungry and I doubt it is no longer on formula so allow me to help you in that endeavor." rising from his seat he began to look through some boxes that had a strange symbol printed on them. Hazel knew that the symbol was the mark of the SDC but he had no idea why this man would have it on his boxes. Or why anyone with that symbol was here.

"What is formula?" Hazel didn't know why he asked what he felt must have been an incredibly stupid question but truth be told he had next to no idea how to care for a child and this one was still crying and he was losing his mind so any help this Arthur could offer would be highly appreciated.

Looking at the boy in shock Arthur understood that while he may have a formal education he may not have studied child development.

"He have a lot of work to do," Watts said as he began to show Hazel how to care for the crying baby.