Arthur's head jerked up when the merman spoke, mouth slightly open.

So, he could talk after all.

He slowly got up and came over, processing what he said. His voice was...it was like he could ask anything of him and Arthur would do it.

"I ain't sure where else to go." he finally said with a shrug. His gaze fell on the creature's rotting body.

But that didn't matter. He could survive. Always had. The merman though would not for much longer.

He frowned deeply, turning and glaring at the door, then back up at the merman. "I'll get you out. Whatever it takes."

Arthur looked at his watch. He had to get back to his rounds or his superior would came nosing about. He looked to him, resting a hand on the glass. "Tomorrow night." he promised.