Crouching by the riverside, Arthur struggled to be of some use in getting Hogan back onto land. The water's edge, more of a precipice than a shore, made him think that lending a hand -and possibly even his Stand's- would be necessary, but the tremendous reptile needed little aid to facilitate his reluctant return to terra firma. "Hope you had a nice swim," he remarked with a smile, his cheery demeanor souring the next moment. "Unfortunately, we overstayed our welcome." He pointed toward the parking lot across the nearby bridge, where a number of people milled about in clear anticipation. Several of them, in fact, leaned on the railing overlooking the river, watching Arthur and his companion with not-so-subtle expectations.

The large man rubbed his chin in consternation. "Out of time and nothing to show for it. Darn shame, but life goes on, hm? Question is: how do we make our escape? I'm sure I could convince 'em that the show's about to start on the south end of the island, but if you're behind me, they'll wonder why you're here and not there...plus, I can't get you back into the van without resortin' to unnatural means. It'll be quick, but people'll notice if they're still around." He rested his brown gaze across the river, observing the buildings that ran along its edge.

A moment later, he slapped his knee. All too pleased with himself, he exclaimed, "I got it!" and drew a few more looks his way. Glancing back and forth between them and Hogan, Arthur quieted himself, and grumbled, "It's simple. You stay in the water and swim across the river. I'll send the folks away and then drive off. They're a couple clubs on the other side we can take a look at to try and see if any weird nature lover's on the roster. You pull up by a dock and I'll pick you up. Smooth, huh?" He chuckled, then heaved himself to his full height. "Sorry if this seems abrupt, but we don't have many other options and you're not so much one for conversation, so I'll get to work." With a wave he turned away and headed up toward the bridge, his stride purposeful and mind afire with improvisation.

The moment he set foot on the opposite bank he found himself accosted by curious citizens. A half-dozen voices spoke up at once, and after letting it roll for a moment, Arthur held up his hands in surrender. "Please, please! Everything's almost ready to start. But not here!" He jabbed a thumb over his shoulder, leaning in as if telling a secret. "Now, I'm only the handler, and not part of the official act, but if you hurry to the south side you'll be able to make it in time to see my boss kick off the show! Now hurry, or you'll miss Hogan's opening trick, the Scaly Cyclone!" He stood back to let the people pass by, waving them along like a traffic director.