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Arthur blinked, and opened his eyes. He was lying in a bed, an unfamiliar one. As he turned his head and looked, he saw Robert sitting in a chair, sipping liquid from a cup. He swallowed, and started to try and get out of bed.
"Morning," Robert said, gently. "I take it you slept well?"
Arthur narrowed his eyes. "Where am I?"
Robert shrugged. "My penthouse. New York." He smiled. "I thought about taking you to Sydney, but I didn't know if you'd stay asleep for the entire flight."
"You've abducted me," Arthur said, coldly, then felt his face flush as Robert began to laugh.
"Abduct? Oh, Arthur. That's so...childish. Is it any worse than invading my head? Telling me what to think?" He shrugged and took another sip of liquid as Arthur lapsed into silence. "No. Didn't think so."
"You drugged me."
"Yes. Pretty potent stuff. Good old Yusuf, right?"
"Yusuf?" Arthur repeated the name, stunned. The thought of the Chemist's involvement was a shock. He'd assumed that he'd left, and travelled back to Mombasa.
"I did some...research." Robert put his cup down, and leaned forward. "I found out who created the compound. Who made us all go under for so long. And then, I tracked him down."
Arthur swallowed. "Did you-"
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and Robert called out "come in!". Arthur blinked. The tone was genial, not what he'd expected. A woman appeared, dressed in a sombre grey dress, carrying a tray. Robert smiled as she entered. When she turned to him, her expression was almost motherly.
"I thought you might need breakfast," she said, dryly. "When was the last time you ate?"
"Oh, Lucinda..." Robert almost whined, "I did eat on the plane..."
She shook her head. "I promised Mr Browning I'd take care of you, Mr Fischer. You're as thin as a rail, and you know I don't approve of diets." She set the tray down, and removed the cover from one of the plates. "Eat."
Robert turned to Arthur. "This is Lucinda, my housekeeper. She's-"
"Been taking care of him for about fifteen years," she said, dryly.
"Wouldn't be without her," Robert said, and Arthur saw the sincerity flash in the man's eyes. "Thank you, Lucinda. Much appreciated."
The woman nodded, and began to leave. Robert gestured towards the food. "Shall we eat?"
Arthur swallowed. "Not if its drugged."
Robert picked up his fork. "I can assure you that Lucinda would not do that." He shook his head. "She is completely trustworthy, and the closest thing I've had to a mother for nearly twenty years."
Arthur smiled. "Bit of a lost boy, aren't you, Robert?"
Robert raised an eyebrow. "If you say so." He got up, and lifted his tray. "I think I'll eat in my room."
Speechless, Arthur watched as Robert turned, and left. "You think you're the cat," he mumbled, as the door shut softly, "but, trust me. You're the mouse."
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