The next morning, Colney felt normal at first glance.
Same grey sky.
The usual buzz of staff and players arriving alike.
Same smell of cut grass drifting across the training pitches.
However, there were more suits than usual, and Izan wasn't oblivious to it.
Two men he didn't recognise standing near the reception.
A woman with a lanyard that wasn't Arsenal red and then another figure speaking quietly to one of the club doctors, eyes scanning everything with a kind of polite detachment.
"What is going on here?" he muttered right before an idea of what might have been happening popped into his mind.
Once he stepped into the locker room, William Saliba was leaning back against the wall while conversing with Rice, but Izan got his attention, not that he ever didn't!
"You're slipping," Saliba said without preamble.
Izan didn't look up as he dropped his bag.
"Morning to you, too."
"Seventh day in a row," Saliba continued.
"Since what?" Izan interjected."
