"The oldie isn't wrong, master. Sulking around won't help you." Natasha appeared from underneath his bed. He had summoned her to discuss something important, "I, on the other hand, can do a pretty good job and raising spirits as well as... Something else."
"Keep talking like that and I might just have to set your a*s straight." Arnold warned her, all tinge of self-doubt and sadness long gone from his voice, "Did she-"
"Not yet, master. It would appear that she doesn't know anything else."
"I was hoping she did... Well, I can't keep thinking about it." Arnold waved his hands around.
