When Arthur announced his long journey, his friend Scott rushed to No. 2 Cork Street.
The young journalist, not seen for several days, had disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes, even staggering a bit as he walked.
"Scott, are you sure you are okay?"
Arthur looked at his friend, concern evident on his face.
"I'm fine, Arthur!"
Don't worry!
Now, I'm better than I've ever been!"
Scott emphasized repeatedly, but such emphasis only made the young journalist appear even more exhausted, as if his brain had slowed down.
Malz came over and put an arm around Scott's shoulders, looking at Arthur.
"It's all right, everything will be fine—I have a feeling your journey will grant me and Scott a long vacation.
No shootings, no poisonings, no explosions, and no strange homicides!
The whole of South Los will return to its former peace!
After all, our 'Grim Reaper and the Child of Calamity' will be far from South Los!"
The old sheriff said earnestly.
