Burns Too Bright, Lives Too Fast

Arthur had driven them down to the hotel last night with rather astounding skill (and he wasn't even saying so himself; he'd had no accidents, no minor incidents, and in fact had needed precious little time to adapt to driving on the left side of the road, especially for a man who had only known of cars for the past year or so).

He'd charmed his way into getting the room with the bed that looked a great deal like his, and then somewhere along the line he'd passed out to sleep off that bizarre state of whatever you got into after flying.

The hotel was nice. It would do.

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