Things were going well so far. That in itself should have been the tip off.

As it usually does, things changed in a split second.

The next thing Clarkie knew, he was being pushed further into the dark hallway while his instincts were telling him to duck and perservere. "And what about you," he asked, his voice louder than he had intended before heading toward this invisible (at least in the dark with normal human vision) door. It felt like forever had passed before he hit that door and twisted the doorknob, wrenching it open and running outside.

He wasn't leaving without Arthur though. He'd be damned if he left the man who had essentially save his life behind.