Henry had had a hell of a week. When there was a knock on the door, he was expecting more investigators coming to see if he was a terrorist or something else one of George's cronies had made up about him. He yelled "GO AWAY!" to the door, but then he peeked out the window to see George standing there.

With a groan, he opened it and scowled. His face was covered in scratch marks and he had a black eye, thanks to Richard and Wrath. "Oh it's you. What the hell do you want?"