Lumian had just returned to the second floor when he spotted Charlie lingering outside his door.
"Hey, don't tell me you had another dream? You make me nervous, just popping up at my door like that," Lumian teased with a hint of mockery.
He couldn't shake the fact that Charlie had sought him out rather than heading directly to the Eternal Blazing Sun cathedral.
Charlie glanced at the stairs and lowered his voice.
"Something happened on the fourth floor?"
"You've got good ears," Lumian commended. "There was an incident. I tossed Wilson down the block."
"Huh?" Charlie appeared bewildered once more.
It took him a moment to process.
"Which Wilson? The one from the Poison Spur Mob who collects money from Miss Ethans?"
"Yes." Lumian nodded candidly.
At first, Charlie's expression read, "I see." Then, he blurted out in shock, "You threw him down the block? From which floor?"
"Fourth floor," Lumian replied, grinning.
