As Alfred's voice spoke through the darkness, Arthur tried to locate from where the sounds were coming from…but they seemed to be moving.

Why were they moving…?

Arthur thought about all the things, all of the possibilities that could happen at this point…some of them he was sure couldn't happen

Alfred wasn't that demented, right?

He hoped he was right at this point in time and sat still in the middle of the recesses of the darkness. He finally spoke up…

"Alfred, now, don't do anything rash…"

"Rash? I'm telling ya, man, there are a lot of things that I could do at this point. Rash is just one of them."

That sent more chills down Arthur's spine.

Great. Just…perfect.