'Did someone enter the water?' Arthur thought in his subconscious mind. 'No. No one I knew was around here.'
It was safe to say that he was done for; however, there was still the chance that everything would reset again.
But considering that he hadn't failed any scenarios, it wasn't a sure way out.
Before Arthur's mind disappeared into the abyss, he felt a warm body press against his as someone carried him out of the water.
The figure pulled him out with ease and dropped him on the dock. She slicked back her wet purple hair, her cold, lightless purple eyes fixed on the carriage that was now moving away.
"That woman..." She tilted her head slightly like someone possessed. "Should I go after her?"
She turned to the nearly lifeless body of Arthur. "No, husband comes first."
She bent over and placed her ear against his chest. "He's breathing."
As she raised her head, she shifted her focus from his chest to his lips. Her fingers traced a line over her own lips. "Should I?"
