Arthur had finally been released yesterday! He'd made his way slowly to the hotel, nearly had a heart attack at the cost of it, which was several months' wages for a single night, paid it anyway, and promptly collapsed into bed and gone to sleep.

Look, it had been several blocks and a lot of steps with a cast on!

Today he was out again, though. There had been a brochure at the hotel for the local bank, which promised access to accounts no matter where you were from, and he would apparently need that in order to stay here.

At least he and John had the crutches down pat by now. The stairs were still a bitch, though.

He paused at the top of another short flight to catch his breath.

"The doctor wasn't exaggerating, was he?"

"Unfortunately. Shift off the crutch." Arthur put his weight on his good leg, and felt John rearranging to look at the map. "Another block forward, if this is right."

Arthur sighed. "Might as well get on with it, though."

John took up the crutch, and they continued on.


[Open post if anybody wants to waylay the guy with a full-leg cast and crutches who may be talking to himself!]