Hudson walked through the living room and exited the house. His destination was the cafeteria.
Numerous street lamps resembling medieval times illuminated the land. The twin lights hanging from the pole's either side was beautiful with decorations.
Hudson, with his hands behind him, looked deep and contemplating at the moment. As he neared the cafeteria, a familiar sword was on the counter.
"How is he?"
A voice rose from the sword and it was weak. It was as if D had gone through tough physical labour.
Hudson kept on walking while taking a peek at the house over his shoulder. His hands were still behind his back and he shuttled his eyes back to the sword.
"She says that he will wake up soon. But...I doubt it."
Sitting on the nearest chair, Hudson leans over the table in front of him. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and dripped from his chin.
