Henry glances back over his shoulder, but the man is already lost among the other passengers. He shakes his head, trying to dismiss the brief interaction from his mind. But he can't help but feel a slight wonder of curiosity, wondering who the man was. As the ship continues to glide towards the docks, Henry finds himself lost in thought. The encounter with the stranger is still lingering in his mind, and he can't shake the feeling of familiarity that came with it. He glances up, watching as the coastline of the United States comes closer and closer, the city skyline growing larger. The ship finally docks at the port, and the passengers begin to disembark. Henry follows the flow of people, his mind still preoccupied with the events of the previous night and the encounter with the stranger. As he walks down the gang, he reaches the bottom of the gangway, he looks out over the crowd of people. with a sigh, he makes his way towards the line of carriages waiting to take the passengers to their respective hotels.
He spots his chauffeur waiting for him in their assigned carriage and heads towards it. But before he can reach it, he hears a familiar voice calling out his name.
"Mr. Bukater!"
The voice calls out, breaking him out of his thoughts. He turns and sees Mr. Andrews approaching him, his face betraying a hint of concern.
"Good morning, Mr. Andrews. Is there something I can do for you?" Henry asked.
Mr. Andrews smiles at Henry, his usual friendly demeanor in place. And here Henry goes again... That dumb slime, Henry hates it.
"I just wanted to check in with you and make sure you're feeling all right after the journey. It can be quite the experience, being on a ship for so long." Andrews said. A dumb smile remain on his face.
"I'm fine, thank you. The journey was long, but thankfully I wasn't seasick." Henry said, forcing a small smile. Henry felt like he wants to punch Andrew.
Mr. Andrews nods. "Well, if you need anything at all while you're here, feel free to let me know. I'm always happy to help." Andrew said. Still grining like a idiot
"Thank you.." Henry said. Forcing a smile as he watches Andrew says goodbye. Henry let out a sigh of relief when finally Andrew leaves.
After that, Henry trun around and follows the hotel staff member through the halls of the hotel, each step taking him further from the familiar surroundings of the hotel. The hotel is grand and opulent, with high ceilings and chandeliers that reflect the light of the flickering gas lamps.
As they approach a room at the end of a long corridor, they hear footsteps coming from the stairwell at the opposite end. Henry glances up in curiosity just as a young man with blonde curly hair turns the corner, coming into view. Henry feels his heart skip a beat at the sight of the man, but before he can fully register the feeling, the man trips over a loose carpet and starts to fall.