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[center][b][color=DC143C]Location:[/color][/b] Westminster Hospital 

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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KQOJ8n76sys][color=DC143C]- [I]"Your World Will Fail" by Les Friction[/I][/color][/url]

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	Fyror did not blame Dr. Graham for getting vexed by Mrs. Wyndham. The woman was stubborn and headstrong, and as many in the ton did, she had a warped perception of the world. She stubbornly refused to see the good in those who truly were, and she was entirely blind to the darkness within those who had little good left in them. Title and prestige did not make a man into a more decent human being than a man who has nothing to his name. However, Mrs. Wyndham did not see it that way, such was their dilemma. Fyror had a feeling nothing would truly change Mrs. Wyndham's view of Lord Rutherford, and publicly discrediting the man would only make her hate the mangled faced officer more. In the end though, her view of him mattered little in comparison to ensuring the safety of Millicent.

	His lips were set into a hard line, and his features were harsher than usual as he listened to Dr. Graham. No matter how much he wished to deny it, the situation with Millicent grew graver by the second. The clock was ticking on her life expectancy, and he feared that they would be too late. At Dr. Graham's question, his gaze turned to Gerard. The stable hand seemed more familiar with Miss Wyndham and likely could answer with more accuracy and credibility than he could. 

	[color=DC143C]"All that Miss Wyndham had witnessed and experienced at Almack's had taken a toll on her, and Lord Rutherford clearly took advantage of her already fragile state. If I had known the truth about him then, I would have gladly taken that man down right then and there, no matter the repercussions,"[/color] he stated after Gerard had spoken. There was an evident edge to his voice, and he looked over at Dr. Graham before his gaze turned back to Gerard. There was a fieriness to his eyes as he addressed the man. [color=DC143C]"I will do everything in my power to get her back and to see that justice is served. Lord Rutherford will pay, and I don't care if he ruins me in the process."[/color]
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[center][b][color=556B2F]Location:[/color][/b] The Strand (Glimmeric to Nuetermyre's)

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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Otkly-JbXKU][color=556B2F]- [I]"Flesh and Bone" by Black Math[/I][/color][/url]

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	Thalken's dark eyed gaze whipped back and forth between Michael and Frances as they bantered about him of all people. They were talking about him like he wasn't even here. His nostrils flared slightly in his annoyance. He didn't like this in the least bit. It was one thing if it was his twin sister Thalcona teasing him. He could tolerate her for the most part, but people who were basically strangers to him? They had no right. 

	[color=556B2F]"You know I am standing right here,"[/color] he stated snarkily. He had always been a bounty hunter above all else, so "socializing" wasn't exactly his forte. With this in mind, his words more often than not had a harsh bluntness to them, like that which had just spilled from his mouth. His eyes narrowed back on Frances at her last comment. His head tilted slightly to the side. He did not know exactly how to take what she had just said. Was it ridicule? A compliment? Or simply stating a known fact? 

	Thalken did not have much time to ponder that thought as Frances was needed elsewhere and Michael was already moving on. He let out a huff of frustration, but nevertheless, he followed the man to the nearby physician Nuetermyre. If it was even possible, Thalken looked further annoyed at Michael's statement that the doctor was practically deaf. Great, he would be here awhile. How long did this helping thing usually take?