All characters appearing in Gargoyles and Gargoyles: The Goliath Chronicles are copyrighted to Buena Vista Television/The Walt Disney Company. I've taken the idea for the Unseelie Court from the TGS. No infringement of these copyrights is intended, and is not authorized by the copyright holder. All original characters are the property of SN.
Note: I'm disregarding the events of the "Goliath Chronicles", with the exception of "The Journey" because I do not wish to use the rest of the "Goliath Chronicles" as canon to my story. This story takes place one day after "Battle of the Wolves".
Other Adventures
By SN/TVfan
Email: Sam_Nary
London
Rachel gave a heavy sigh as she packed her suitcase inside the room that she had been given to stay in. She couldn't believe she was preparing to go off on a journey around the world to gather information about things that she had once considered myth. Of course her mind dwelled on the events of the month before and her condition. She was currently something she though only to be myth. That made her worry about the whole situation she was in.
Her greatest fear at the moment was that she would accidentally transform in front of a large group of people. And since she yet had no control over her change, that fear had not diminished. The mere appearance of the were that had attacked her earlier was enough to both anger and frighten her to the point of changing. Then after she had calmed down, she reverted to her human form. She was fortunate that only Arthur, Macbeth, and the gargoyle Chloe had seen all that. But the fact that New York was the first place that Merlin was deciding to visit made her extremely nervous. There were more people in New York then there were in London and thanks to news reports she knew there were people there who were not found of supernatural creatures.
Setting aside her feelings she shut her suitcase and began to carry it out into the hallway. She pulled out her cell phone as she did so, and called her apartment back in York. She figured she'd leave a message on the answering machine that she would be going on a rather extensive trip for the time being and would be unavailable and was surprised when Gwen actually answered the phone.
"Gwen? What are you doing home?" Rachel asked into her phone.
"Rachel!" Gwen answered, sounding very excited and happy, "It's great to hear from you. How are things?"
"About as fine as they're going to be," Rachel commented, "What are you doing at home? Shouldn't you be at work?"
"Oh, I've been battling the flu for the past two days," Gwen sighed, and Rachel could hear the sound a nose being blown into a tissue, "So I'm sorry if I sound strange."
"Well, feel better soon," Rachel replied, "I'm just calling to let you know that I'm going to be going on a bit of a trip for a little while, so I'm not going to be in London."
"You helping Arthur now?" Gwen questioned.
"Not exactly," Rachel sighed, "They're concerned about some mystical prophecy thing, and Merlin needs to go around the world to research it, since he couldn't find the information he wanted here."
"You always were a bookworm," Gwen managed to chuckle.
"I'm not going because I'm fond of reading ancient books," Rachel answered firmly, "I'm going because I've developed this nasty habit of turning into a giant wolf creature three times a month and whenever I'm angry or frustrated about something."
Rachel swore she heard Gwen laugh.
"What does that have to do with anything?" Gwen asked.
"I don't have full control yet," Rachel answered, "I need to go with Merlin so I can figure out how to control all of this while he does his research."
"Are you okay?" Gwen asked, "You sound frustrated."
"It is frustrating at times," Rachel answered, "I don't want to be a werewolf, but I'm stuck as one. I'm getting used to the werewolf stuff... a bit."
"So when are you coming home?" Gwen asked.
"When I can argue with you and not risk transforming," Rachel answered with a slight chuckle after hearing her sister laugh over the phone.
"Okay," Gwen answered, "take care and be careful."
"I will," Rachel answered.
She bumped into Merlin as she hung up her cellphone. The wizard was traveling much lighter than she was. She guessed that being a wizard had its advantages.
"Everything okay?" Merlin asked.
"Yeah," Rachel sighed, "I was just letting Gwen know that I'd be doing some traveling."
Merlin only sighed back.
"It's not your fault," Rachel sighed, "Being here has shown me that the world is much bigger than I thought it was. Granted, I love for my life to go back to the way it was, but then that can't happen now, can it?"
"No it can't," Merlin nodded, "you're being awfully big about all this."
"I think I'm getting used to being around you guys and the clan here," Rachel commented, and then chuckled, "I'm getting used to weirdness. Now, as soon as I can master my transformations, I'll be set."
"We should have plenty of time and space for you to practice," Merlin commented, "The person we'll be visiting in Manhattan is also used to rather 'strange' occurrences."
"How so?" Rachel asked.
"Researching 'Britain's Greatest Hour of Need' will require diving into some rather ancient texts," Merlin explained, "Most of these texts are also something you can't find in an everyday library."
"So, where are we going?" Rachel asked.
"We will be visiting a Mr. David Xanatos," Merlin explained, "Owner and CEO of Xanatos Enterprises and ally of the Manhattan Clan."
"He's allied with those gargoyles?" Rachel asked, "They're real?"
Merlin nodded, "Not to mention the fact that Mr. Xanatos has collected various ancient texts as a hobby of sorts, which will hopefully contain some information about 'Britain's Greatest Hour', or at least some clues to something that is connected to what we're looking for."
"He studies magic as a hobby?" Rachel asked.
"No, he collects the books as a hobby," Merlin corrected, "Probably something he can 'brag' about. The ownership of rarities is very intriguing to various people in high places. Many times for different reasons. The possession of the Holy Spear and other religious relics were important to the members of the First Crusade because of their believed spiritual importance. Various pieces of art and artifacts were taken out of Egypt and other parts of Africa and from India as souvenirs during Britain's imperial days. Mr. Xanatos just seems to be a continuation of that trend."
"Well, I'm sure this will be an interesting trip then," Rachel sighed.
Merlin nodded as the two began to go down the stairs to the first floor of the mansion.
"So, any reason why you're traveling so light?" Rachel asked, "No special potions or anything?"
"It's merely a research trip with some 'were training' for you," Merlin shrugged, "I shouldn't need special potions or anything of that nature. Or should I try and convince you that I've got my entire room packed in this bag?"
That made Rachel chuckle, "Glad to know an 'old' guy like you still watches cartoons."
"Well, like Macbeth has a habit of criticizing Shakespeare," Merlin sighed, "I've had the habit of looking at various pieces of the Arthurian Legend and the various movies and stories on the subject trying to see who has the most accurate version."
"Must have given you a headache," Rachel commented.
"Many of them did," Merlin shook his head, "Including one where Arthur battled a Roman Emperor trying to reconquer Britain. Rome 'granted' Britain independence in 410 AD. Arthur, however, didn't rise to the throne till nearly 500 AD. By then the Western Roman Empire had long since fallen and while it's continuation, the Eastern Roman/Byzantine Empire, still existed and did reconquer some former Roman territory, they went no further north than northern Italy. Nowhere near Britain. The story makes the Romans look bad and it does not describe Arthur's actions accurately."
"Maybe you ought to write your own version, whenever you get the time," Rachel commented, "You'd know more than anyone."
"That might not be a bad idea," Merlin chuckled, "If only I could present some credible evidence that might make people believe me. I can't go around claiming I'm the wizard Merlin."
"Just use common sense," Rachel suggested, "If Rome fell in 410..."
"Rome fell in 476," Merlin corrected, "They granted Britain's independence in 410, and that is only because their armies left to fight the Germans on the continent."
"Either way, just use that as your facts," Rachel suggested, "Lots of people could figure that out."
"I'll focus on the main task at hand first," Merlin sighed in the end, "But thank you for the idea."
The two walked out into the hallway to find Macbeth waiting by the door. The medieval Scottish king remained silent as they approached the door.
"Thanks for driving us," Merlin commented to him.
"It is no problem," Macbeth sighed, "I'm surprised you didn't ask me to fly you there."
"You still have your teaching," Merlin answered, "And this will be more than a flight to New York and back. We could be gone awhile."
"Is Arthur coming?" Rachel asked.
"He's actually meeting with a client right now," Macbeth answered, "He won't be available to come with us."
Merlin nodded while Rachel seemed to look down and both then slowly followed Macbeth out. The immortal Scotsman's car was ready and waiting on the driveway as the two came out of the house.
"King to chauffer," Macbeth sighed as he got in behind the driver's seat, "It's depressing."
"It could be worse," Merlin reminded him.
Macbeth only sighed.
Inside the mansion's kitchen, Arthur was involved in a much more serious discussion.
"You say someone kidnapped your son?" Arthur asked, "Shouldn't this be something that you go to the police first with?"
"It normally would," a very nervous looking man commented, "But the whole situation is strange."
"I'm willing to work with 'strange' cases," Arthur pointed out to the man.
"I know, and the kidnappers did too," the man replied in a weak voice.
"Perhaps you could explain everything to me," Arthur commented, "Even this sounds strange to me."
"Well," the man began, "My son and I were walking down by the docks. Mostly so he could get a look at the river. He's always liked the river, any body of water, really. So we were down there. Then, just as we were getting ready to head back home, I'm knocked to the ground and my son is grabbed."
The man then paused for a moment before speaking again.
"I looked up shortly after I was knocked down," the man continued, "I saw that a group of six men had my son. They told me that I was to come to you and have you investigate the crime. They said that if I told the police they would kill my son and that they would know."
"That is certainly strange," Arthur sighed, "No criminal would ever demand who they want investigating their activity. They would prefer not to be investigated at all."
"It gets even weirder from there," the man spoke up in response to Arthur, "They even told me where they would be holding him."
"They told you where they're holding your son?" Arthur asked, not believing anything.
The man nodded, "They took him into the sewers nearby and told me that they would be at the end of a long straightaway tunnel from that site."
"This is most peculiar," Arthur mused to himself before asking a more important question, "Can you describe the kidnappers? Anything that might describe them?"
"I couldn't see their faces," the man answered, "They were all wearing masks, but the way they were dressed reminded me of a commando from the movies."
"How well were they armed?" Arthur asked.
"Nothing larger than a handgun, but all of them were pretty big guys," the man said weakly.
"Did they say anything about me going to the police?" Arthur asked.
"Why would you go to the police?" the man asked, "You know where they are and what's happened."
"Yes," Arthur nodded, "But that makes it sound like a trap to me. It sounds as if your son was not even their target. And it's still a crime, which is more of their field then mine."
"That's ridiculous," the man said with some degree of knowledge in his voice, "Why would my son, the victim of the crime, not be the target?"
"Because of the instructions they gave you," Arthur answered, "If your son was the target, why would they tell you to come to me and why would they tell you where they would be holding your son? I've known fathers in my time that would have skipped the first part and tried to rescue their son themselves if they knew where their son was taken and held. You see what I'm getting at?"
The man nodded, "It's certainly weird."
"Yes," Arthur nodded, "Which is why I'm asking if they said anything about me going to the police?"
"I don't remember them saying anything," the man responded, "But I think they'd kill him if the police were contacted, regardless of who informs them."
Arthur sighed, "I'll do my best to recover your son, but I can't do it now. I will need help in order to make this mission successful, and that help is not currently available."
"Are they connected to the police?" the man asked nervously.
"No," Arthur assured him, "But I still think someone has set a trap for me and I will need help to deal with problem. The help I will get is not from the police, but from someone who can surely deal with any difficulties if there is an ambush."
The man nodded weakly, "Okay then."
"The last thing that remains is you showing me where the sewer entrance that they used was," Arthur explained.
London Airport
The ride to the airport had largely been uneventful. It was quiet and calm with no disturbances whatsoever. Once it was their turn to board the airplane, Merlin turned to give some last minute instructions to Macbeth.
"Hopefully we're not gone too long," Merlin commented, "But you can never tell with these things. We'll call to let you know our progress as we go."
"How are we to contact you if we should ever need help?" Macbeth asked.
"I have my cellphone with me, somewhere," Rachel answered and began to look through her bags, "But I have it off right now. You can't use them when you're on an airplane."
Rachel then dug a small notepad out and scribbled down her cellphone number.
"There," Rachel answered, "That'd probably come in handy if we end up in some place without a phone."
Macbeth nodded and took the scrap of paper.
"Have a good journey," Macbeth said to them as they headed down the tunnel.
"We'll be back as soon as we can," Merlin answered.
Macbeth nodded and slowly began to walk back toward the air port's exits and eventually toward his car. What the medieval Scottish king did not see was the pair of eyes that silently observed him from a corner of the airport. They watched the man until he disappeared down an escalator before anything more was done.
Once Macbeth was well out of earshot, but still within the man's sight, he pulled out his own cellphone and dialed a number.
"Agent Anglo?" the man spoke into his phone, "This is broadsword. Merlin and the female were have left London on a plane destined for New York."
"What of Arthur?" Anglo questioned over the phone, "Irons reported that Pendragon was with the female were when our were tried and failed again."
"Pendragon was not present," Broadsword answered, "Macbeth was their escort."
"Keep tabs on him," Anglo ordered, "Macbeth may become more involved in Pendragon's actions."
"Yes, sir," Broadsword answered.
Sewer
The small boy sat on a small ledge with tears in his eyes and fearing for his life. He was sure he was in trouble with father for all this. If he hadn't begged to see the river, this wouldn't happened.
"Please let me go," the boy pleaded.
"We can't," one of his captors said, "Not until the target arrives."
"Please," the boy begged, "I haven't done anything bad."
"I'm sure you haven't," the captor answered, "but we have orders. You don't go free until arrives."
"I need to go to the bathroom," the boy said weakly.
"Great," another of the captors groaned.
Mansion, Dusk
Griff and the rest of the London clan came downstairs to find Arthur and Merlin in a deep discussion about something that sounded like a kidnapping.
"What's going on?" Griff asked.
"I've received a rather unusual case," Arthur answered, "Apparently sometime this morning; a group of mercenaries kidnapped a boy from his father while they were walking by the river."
"That's horrible!" Chloe exclaimed.
"Why didn't he go to the police with the report?" Una asked.
"That's where the case begins to get strange," Arthur sighed, "Apparently the kidnappers know who I am and have reported that they will kill the child if the father goes to the police or went to anyone but myself."
Arthur was quiet for a moment before he continued.
"They also gave the man the location of where they're holding the child," Arthur finished.
"It sounds like trap to me," Julia commented, "Whoever is behind this has targeted you personally, and if they're giving you the location, that means they're prepared for you to attack them there."
"I thought so too," Arthur nodded, "And whoever behind it is smart as well. They know that we can't let some innocent child be left in the hands of kidnappers."
"The real question is 'who' is doing this," Macbeth commented, "From what Arthur explained to me, there is no information as to who the kidnappers are."
"I'd tend to lean toward the Illuminati," Griff commented with a firm sound of determination in his voice, "They've given us plenty of trouble recently."
"Right, but with no evidence, that's only a theory," Arthur commented.
"Theory or not," Leo commented, "The boy will need rescuing. Regardless of who did it."
Arthur nodded, "That's actually why I'm still here. I intend to rescue him, but since this could be a trap, I believe I will need help in the rescue operation."
"We would be quite willing, sir," Lancelot said eagerly as he and Gawain stepped forward.
Arthur looked to Griff for a moment, not saying anything. Lancelot and Gawain had proven themselves to Griff and the rest of the London clan that they were good at running the nightly patrols and handled dealing with the various thugs that roamed the streets even better. The Once and Future King, however, was looking more towards having Griff with him. The griffon-like gargoyle knew London better and he was concerned that if they ended up in a battle underground, Griff would know the system better.
"They should do fine," Griff commented, "If you're going down there to rescue the kid, I don't think you'll need some expert guide on London's sewers. And even if you did, Leo, Una, and I never explored them."
"And I'm glad we didn't," Una commented as she sat down with her breakfast, "It always was filthy down there."
"Okay," Arthur nodded and turned to Lancelot and Gawain, "We'll head down there after you've had a breakfast. The father showed me where the entrance we need to go to and the kidnappers provided him with the instructions to where they're holding the kid."
"Right," Lancelot and Gawain said eagerly and rushed to get their own breakfasts.
The rest of the London clan took a somewhat slower pace.
The Docks
Half an hour later Arthur slowly walked out to the area that his client had shown him earlier in the day. It was a small manhole that led down to an underground drainage tunnel, which channeled rain water away from the city and toward the Thames. Once he got to the manhole he stood quietly and waited for Lancelot and Gawain to spot him and land. The two Avalon arrivals landed quietly stood at attention.
"My client told me that there is a long straight tunnel that we need to follow," Arthur instructed, "The boy and the kidnappers are waiting at the end of the tunnel. I will lead to get the boy."
"We'll take care of the kidnappers," Lancelot said boldly.
"Yes, and if it's a trap, you two are to hold off the others long enough for me to get the boy out of there," Arthur answered, and lifted the manhole cover, "It is also important that both of you try your best to keep yourself out of the boy's sight. I didn't tell my client that my help in rescuing his son would be two gargoyles. I merely told him that I would have help. And given the problems that Goliath's clan has gone through, the last thing we need is for a child to blab that there are gargoyles in London. We can't tell what the reaction would be."
"Of course sir," Gawain nodded, "We'll be careful."
While the three then began to descend down the ladder into to sewers below, a man carefully hidden on the roof of a nearby warehouse sat up and continued to look at the spot where Arthur had been a few minutes ago. After a few seconds he pulled out his cellphone.
"Agent Anglo, this is Irons," Jeremy reported into his phone once he got an answer, "Pendragon has taken the bait but he has taken two gargoyles with him."
"Is he going to rescue the kid?" Anglo asked over the phone.
"I would assume so," Jeremy answered, "They went down the sewer access that our agents told the father to tell Pendragon."
Jeremy heard a heavy sigh on the other end of the phone, knowing that Anglo was not entirely pleased with the report.
"Call off part two of the operation," Anglo ordered, "The Council doesn't want the London gargoyles revealed to the world. Their experiment with the Quarrymen in Manhattan proved to be a disaster. Hopefully our little 'kidnapping' team can handle one medieval king and two gargoyles."
"Of course, sir," Jeremy answered.
"Meanwhile, how fares the boy?" Anglo answered.
"As ordered, no harm has come to him," Jeremy answered, "The team has even seen to his comfort as much as possible, including several trips to a restroom."
"Good," Anglo answered and hung up.
Anglo then made his next call to carry out Anglo's latest orders.
Arthur, Lancelot, and Gawain slowly made their way up the long tunnel they had entered after descending town the ladder. Strangely the passage was brightly lit. Arthur did not need the flashlight he had brought with him. They carefully made their way forward, Arthur walking down a surprisingly dry path straight down the middle while Lancelot and Gawain tired their best to keep themselves out of sight. Eventually they came close to the end of the tunnel and Arthur saw a small boy sitting down and tied to a chair.
"Help me!" the boy screamed.
"Hold on," Arthur answered and stepped forward quickly and approached the boy.
As Arthur came closer he found the boy had been blindfolded. He stepped behind the chair, and drew Excalibur, preparing to cut the ropes. Lancelot and Gawain were busy looking for some place to hide themselves and still keep themselves ready should the trap be sprung on them. Just as Arthur prepared to cut the first rope, a voice spoke up from two hallways that Arthur had passed in route to the boy.
"Not so fast, Pendragon."
Arthur looked up to see six men standing in one hallway and another five standing at the opening to another. All of them were armed with knives. Lancelot and Gawain moved to block each group.
"You're not going to be able to rescue this kid that easy,"the leader threatened, "Get them!"
All of the men rushed forward. Lancelot charged the group coming from the north while Gawain charged the leader's group coming from the south. Both gargoyles managed to keep several of commando dressed men busy, but there were at least four commandos charging at Arthur and the boy. Using the side of Excalibur he knocked the first of the four to the ground and swung a left cross to knock the other man down. Neither man was knocked out, but they were for the moment, taken out of the fight. Arthur was forced to duck under a punch thrown by the third attacker and dodge a knife slash by the fourth.
"Why did you kidnap this boy?" Arthur demanded as he brought Excalibur to block a knife slash by the third attacker.
The knife met the enchanted sword with a loud clang and Arthur quickly kicked the man to make the fight more manageable. He dodged the fourth man's second attempt to slash him with his knife and then clubbed the man with Excalibur's handle. The man fell down unconscious.
"Why are you after me?" Arthur demanded again.
"Pride," the third attacker countered, "We know a great deal about you Arthur Pendragon. We'll have quite the reputation if we take you out."
Arthur glanced back to see the first and second attackers coming at him once more. He sidestepped and tripped the second, who ended up stumbling into the third, sending both to the ground. Arthur ended up in a shoving match with the first attacker after this, and he pushed the commando against a wall and then punched him in the face, this time knocking him out.
"Your reputation is not going to go far," Arthur commented as he turned to face his remaining two attackers.
"Come on," the third said, "He can't take both of us together. We attack simultaneously instead of in waves."
The second nodded, but as they prepared to advance, they felt two strong hands grab them from behind and lift them up. They turned to see that the silver and red gargoyle that Arthur had brought with him had finished off the group of commandos that had attacked him. Arthur saw that Lancelot did take a few knife slashes, which would require stone sleep to cure, but the gargoyle didn't look to be in too bad a shape.
"I'm afraid I can't let you do what you're intending to do," Lancelot said slowly and then slammed the two men's heads together.
The two men dropped to the ground unconscious and Lancelot looked over to see that Gawain was just finishing up with the group that had attacked him.
"Are you okay, Arthur?" Lancelot asked a he approached Arthur.
"Fine," Arthur sighed, "You look a little worse for wear though."
"Not all of us fight with a sword," Lancelot sighed, "I'll be fine. This is nothing a day in stone won't handle."
"What do you want done with the kidnappers?" Gawain asked.
"Take them back up to the ground level," Arthur instructed and make sure they're secured. I'll call the police to come pick them up after I've released the boy."
"Right," Gawain and Lancelot nodded in unison and began carrying off the unconscious commandos.
Arthur meanwhile sheathed Excalibur and decided to try and until the knots that the commandos had tied the ropes that were holding the boy to the chair, so that Lancelot and Gawain would have time to get all the commandos dealt with. It proved successful as both Lancelot and Gawain seemed eager to do well by Arthur and hurried about getting the commandos removed. Arthur was getting to the final knot as Gawain and Lancelot returned after removing the last group of commandos.
"What now, sir?" Lancelot asked.
"You can go back to the mansion for now," Arthur answered, "I need to get the boy home to his father."
The two gargoyles nodded and left. Arthur managed to get the last knot undone as the two gargoyles disappeared from view.
"Who are you?" the boy asked as he pulled off his own blindfold once free.
"My name is Arthur Dragon," Arthur said slowly, "I've come to rescue you and return you to your father. Are you alright?"
The boy looked himself over and found nothing wrong.
"Yes," the boy answered, "Did my dad send you?"
"In a way yes," Arthur answered, "I'm a private investigator and your father came to me and asked me to take the case."
Arthur slowly led the boy back down the lit tunnel and up the ladder. The boy asked him questions as they went and the 'Once and Future King' did his best to answer every question that the boy asked.
Elsewhere
Jeremy Irons slowly walked into Agent Anglo's office. He noticed the frustrated look on the Illuminati officer's face.
"I take it that Arthur and his companions defeated the commandos?" Anglo asked.
"Yes," Jeremy sighed, "I left after the police finished rounding them up."
"We were supposed to expose Arthur as the kidnapper of the boy," Anglo growled, mostly to himself, "But he had to bring his stupid gargoyles with him."
Jeremy said nothing, "We can find other ways to expose him as 'evil' without drawing the gargoyles into it."
Anglo shook his head, "No. He knighted one gargoyle. It is unlikely that he'd ever put himself in a situation where he'd be without them."
"They weren't with him when we sent the were after Ms. Winters," Jeremy pointed out, "Macbeth and his gargoyle ally arrived later."
"One incident," Anglo countered, "And Arthur wasn't our target that night."
"Surely there's a way, sir," Jeremy sighed.
"There is," Anglo answered, "But it's not a option that we have been given. It'd raise too much destruction anyway."
Jeremy sat down quietly.
"We're to keep observing Arthur," Anglo ordered, "And we will continue to try and deal with him. Hopefully we can were him down to the point where he will be defeated."
"Yes, sir," Jeremy nodded.
Mansion
Arthur returned to the mansion feeling slightly better having rescued the boy. The father was all too happy to pay the fee. It pleased Arthur to see the boy reunited with his father. He found much of the clan had returned to the mansion and were listening to Lancelot and Gawain's recount of the rescue mission.
"I take it everything went well then, right?" Chloe asked as Arthur entered the kitchen.
"Yes," Arthur nodded, "The boy has been rescued and Lancelot and Gawain were most valiant in fighting the boy's kidnappers."
The two males beamed with pride.
"In fact, I think that such bravery is deserving of a proper reward," Arthur answered and drew Excalibur and touched Lancelot and Gawain on the shoulders with it, "I dub the, Sirs Gawain and Lancelot II or the revived..."
Arthur looked over at the kitchen table and then remembered that it was rectangular, not circular.
"Rectangle table," Arthur finished, sounding slightly defeated.
"Yes!" Gawain and Lancelot cheered.
Guinevere smiled politely, but said nothing to either male.
"We can order a 'round' table for you if you desire it," Leo offered, "It would fit your tradition. Or at least your legend."
"That would be something to think about," Arthur commented with a slight laugh.
The End