I found a nice guest at the hotel who listened to my story, grinned, and took me out for drinks. I didn't catch her name, but then, I think she only grabbed me so she had an excuse to drink, so that's fair. Still flying fairly high from the joy of being named godmother, I head back to the hotel, surprised to see a familiar figure.

"Arthur!" Before he can react, I have hugged him, clinging for far less time than I'd truly like, but mindful of his odd reactions to personal contact. "I've missed you! Have you been well?"