Arthur realizes that the place that they are going to is Hyde Park, and that is where he and his brother would go to. "Wow I haven't been here since for ever." says Arthur in a low voice. Francis just starts to looks at Arthur when he sees a tear drip from Arthur's cheek. Francis puts a arm around Arthur and says "What is wrong Arthur did I say something that offended you?" "No, no it's not you, it's just that..." says Arthur holding back the tears. "It's just what Artie?" "Well my brother died the one in the picture you held the other day, ya he is no longer with me, and we went here a lot so it just brings back memories of him." says Arthur wiping a tear from his cheek. "I know it's kinda stupid." Arthur says with a weak laugh. "No it isn't stupid Arthur it is c-cute that you have those memories of him." says Francis holding the blonde boy tight. "T-thanks Francis." says Arthur. "I-I just miss him so much." cries Arthur embracing Francis.

Francis took Arthur over to a tree he put Arthur up against the tree and spoke softly "Arthur we should make some memories of our own, don't you think?" says Francis. "Uh ya like what?" says Arthur looking at the blonde French...

Stein and Spirit walked back to the motorcycle, Stein’s forehead still bleeding. “How are we going to drive all the way back to Death City tonight? We can’t do t with your head bleeding like that.”
Stein wiped at the blood. “We’ll have to get a hotel to stay in.”
“Fine. But let me drive there. You can hardly see with blood in your eye.”
“Good idea. You drive. That way I won’t have to deal with this pain. We’ll probably crash and die on impact.”
“I am an excellent driver!” Spirit got on the bike. “Just get on and keep your snide comments to yourself for once.”
Stein got on. “Calm down, Spirit. I’m just messing with you.”
After about a half hour of driving they finally decided on a place to stay. Spirit parked the bike and they walked inside. “Make sure you ask for two rooms, Stein.”
“I’m not going to get two rooms when we need to be able to converse at any time.”
Spirit glared at him slightly. “Fine, then just ask for a room with two beds.”

     The next thing I new, I was back at school with Dusty, crying even harder as the story of the events that led up to me and Mattie splitting up fell out from my lips. Dustin was holding me even tighter, and as I looked up into his eyes for a glimmer of comfort, there was none. No happiness, no joy, no solace. All replaced with a intense and fiery spark I had never seen in him before.

     A split second later he was standing me up, gripping my shoulders somewhat tightly, staring deep into my eyes with a rage that few people had probably ever even seen.

     "Gracen, where's Matt?" The anger was quite evident. Seeing my Dusty like this kinds scared me, and the tears ran dry in my eyes as I gave him a horrified look.

     "I-... I don't.." I stuttered out, but Dustin already had my hand in his and leading me away from our special place. I silently let him lead me along, hoping the confrontation that was coming wouldn't happen. But of course, it did. As soon as Dusty seen him, he let go of my hand and walked over to Matt, who wasn't paying him any attention.