Favour's hand shivered.
Her eyes twitched.
Her legs slowly began moving.
It soon became clear that Favour was at the brink of waking up.
Victoria began rejoicing while Arnold let off a faint smile and a sigh of relief.
Victoria was then left alone in the hospitalisation room along side Favour.
Arnold went upstairs, back to his room where he stayed solo.
He took out the only picture he had of his parents.
He touched it faintly and kissed it afterwards.
"You would have been proud".
About five minutes later, Arnold sat at the corner of the bed still looking at the same photo.
The faint sound of Favour's voice outside his room door made him to give off a light smirk.
Although another sound made him frown again.
A knock on the door caught the attention of Arnold's ears.
He shook it off as he continued staring at the frame of the photo.
Bam Bam Bam
Arnold heard the knock again.
He became curious so he walked towards the door and walked out of the room.
"Sorry, you must have the wrong door", Williams said from downstairs to the man who stood outside the door.
Arnold finally came along.
His heart raced.
A tall man dressed in uniform.
Holding a baton, with a gun in his side pocket.
Arnold couldn't behold the sight.
He began to wonder what a police officer would be doing at their home during this point in time.
He didn't step any closer but he eaves dropped on what the officer and Williams conversed about.
"Look at this", the officer pointed to the sketch he held up in the vision of Williams.
For Williams, it felt as though he was looking at his reflection drawn by a six year old.
"This is who witnesses described killed the surgeon on the highway".
Williams eyes trembled.
Possibly, leaving the body on the middle of the highway wasn't the best idea.
Williams had to say something, any defense possible.
Unfortunately, he didn't.
He just stood there, frozen and speechless as though he had forgotten how to talk.
Arnold had to step in.
He walked closer.
"My father is innocent. That mad man looked to kill my mother by starvation.
When we went in to check on her, he held a gun an pointed it at us.
We had to act or we would have been the ones to die".
The officer looked at the kid who was talking to him and held himself back from chuckling.
"How should I believe a kid like you", the officer retorted back at Arnold.
"Let me ask you this. Did you ever do a security check on the hospital?", Arnold defended and ask in which he got no answer to.
"Exactly. Therefore you have no proof against us", Arnold smirked and mentioned.
The officer gazed around.
He looked from top to bottom without a word.
Williams was just as astonished as he was but still glad that Arnold stepped up on his behalf.
It took about half a minute before the officer could speak again.
"You guys are those Art Users or what not.
I will see to it that being an Art User will get you permanently banned from this city", the officer laughed with a grin.
Arnold expression did not change although Williams still looked like he had a bit of worry.
The officer left while Williams shut the door behind him.
"So, who was it", Victoria finally came along and asked keeping a neutral face and holding Favour with her left hand.
Williams walked past her without a word.
Arnold shrugged and departed as well.
Williams didn't rest.
The encounter he had with the police made him realise that there were consequences for his actions.
He sat in his chair where in front of him sat his laptop.
It was clear to see the worry spread all over his face.
Arnold, on the other hand did not flinch.
He took the encounter as a minor blimp in his course.
Victoria was still left bewildered at the corridor where beside her stood Favour.
She stared at the departing figure of Arnold who walked upstairs back to his room.
She truly began to wonder who was at the door that could upset Williams so much.
Williams as he sat on the chair, knew that if Art Users get banned, it would affect his family.
He couldn't bear the pain that all this could be his fault.
He and his wife had lived in the house for seven years.
It was truly a beauty when it was first built although it was mostly run down at about this time.
Cobwebs circled the house and the decor lacked enthusiasm.
The famlt didn't mind.
As long as they had a roof over their head, they felt satisfied.
Williams knew that sooner or later his family would have to move and potentially rent a house to live in.
Williams couldn't live with that thought.
A faint dark blue light slowly arose from the fore head of Williams.
His eye brows drew closer together, his teeth were now clearly visible.
The officer kept his word.
He knew that nearly ten witnesses wouldn't describe the same man if it wasn't him who had done the murder.
He felt like he was easily wooed by a teen.
He shrugged as he marched on.
The officer had easily known that Williams was an Art User just as the witnesses had mentioned.
He spotted the mark on the forehead of Williams and concluded the fact.
He decided that the only way to prevent threats walking around the streets of the city was to immediately eliminate the Art Users immediately.
The officer grinned when he forgot to mention the pistol found at the scene of the crime.
He walked across the highway in which the murder had happened.
A faint rotten smell still lingered as he walked across.
A few moments later, almost nearly fifteen minutes of constant walking, he arrived.
The building was large, and filled with people.
Officers of higher and lower rank walked around the corridor of the office.
The officer knew what he had to do.
His aim was to get rid of Art Users completely from the city.
He stepped in, greeted by the usual smell of air conditioned air and linger of body odour.
Busy faces stared at him as he took one step after the other into the office.
The officer still held the baton that he took to the Fletcher family.
He then walked over to the receptionist.
"Excuse me ma. I would like to speak to the head of the department", his voice faint as he spoke.
The receptionist directed her gaze towards him slowly chewing her gum.
"Do you have an appointment?", the receptionist asked back.
Derek took out his go-pass and showed it to the receptionist.
He was then cleared to meet the head of the department.
He smirked.
"Time to get this done".