Like many in and around Fandom, someone was waking in this hotel room. Someone with prematurely grey hair, in fact, who happened to be draped liberally in someone else with unfairly non-grey hair.

Someone who had been sleeping quite fitfully tonight on these fancy modern sheets, thank you very much, until someone else's phone had started ringing pointlessly at the crack of dawn.

Why?

A welcome message.

Not that Arthur cared at the moment. "Mrrln!"