Thanks to everyone for the great reviews; you guys really make this worthwhile, especially with all the positive feedback. Although, I do have to apologize for making this chapter so short... (It keeps it interesting, though... hopefully...)

Arthur couldn't get to sleep the rest of the night as thought of the House and the current danger crept in his head. Then again, if there was a problem why would Suzy call, if it was even Suzy. Maybe the new Architect had known a way to make Suzy older, or Suzy had somehow gained a kind of magic to do it on her own…

…Or it really wasn't Suzy on the phone…

Every time he tried pushing that train of thought out of his head, he immediately started thinking that maybe he somehow missed the event Suzy was trying to warn him about, or maybe it was happening right now and he didn't even know it all because he was in bed. If he really wanted to, he could go downstairs and check the TV to see if anything important had happened on the news, but he was sure if he did he'd wake someone up and have to explain why he was interested in watching it so late at night.

Arthur had wanted to know what was going on in the House, but he didn't want to go back to the same sense of fear and unknown he'd had as well.

He quickly glanced at his clock with the hit of another desperate thought, What time had it been when Suzy called?

Was it midnight? Or did he get home at eleven? What day was it for that matter?

Sleep finally gripped him, though he had yet to figure out the answer.

She didn't really know if it was a problem yet or not, but without a surefire way of getting in contact with Arthur she wouldn't know for sure, ether. What she did know was it wasn't going to be good if it turned out to be true.

What was really needed was a second opinion, and she wasn't sure if Art could actually be trusted with it enough to give one. It felt like she was going behind his back, which she didn't like, but there wasn't any other way and it had to be resolved relatively quickly.

She turned to the other person sitting there. "So, what's goin' on, then?"