She doesn't recall how long she was out, or how she even got there. All she knew was; she had a massive headache, and she was laying on a cold, dark floor when she finally did come to.

Trying like hell to let her eyes adjust to the darkness, she found herself, pushing slowly up onto her hands and knees, attempting to feel around for where she might be.

"Arthur!" It was a rasped out scream for help she knew that. But she didn't know what else to do. And the idea that something could have happened to him only caused her to collapse back into the ground, letting out a small sob. Knowing she honestly didn't know what to do.