There it went again: home. Arthur had a home here? Or-

This wasn't Arkham, somehow, was it? No, that can't be. It wasn't this cold in Arkham, or even in Addison. At least, he doesn't think so. Then again, back then he'd just been an arm and that arm had been in a coat.

John will let him down before nodding to him.

"A-all right. I wasn't sure. Neither was the boy." A pause. "Do you know his name? I want to thank him at some point, for going to find you."

John might be a good two feet taller than Arthur but Arthur can move him like he's on a greased rail.