Doctor Smith, now finished scolding Clark, turned to take stock of a shelf full of little stoppered bottles and beakers. This might have been his way of showing that the conversation was drawing to a close. He looked like he was about to give another sassy answer when Arthur noticed a small tag dangling from a string around the mouth of the jar.

Clark turned to look, having heard Arthur's thoughts of [i]Hmm, I wonder if this tag has any information on it.[/i] Turning the tag over in his fingers, Arthur noticed that the tag had a name and an address; 

"Delia Toujours, 813 Charity Lane" said Clark aloud, reading Arthur's mind as Arthur read the tag.

[b]"Yes, yes! Be on your way, it's KIND OF important you know."[/b] The doctor offered curtly with little more than a glance over his round shoulders. The unlikely duo sighed in unison and left, pausing outside to regroup.

Clark was the first to speak [b]"So ... I guess we ARE going there."[/b] Arthur just offered a quiet nod, thinking for a moment before adding [b]"Are people really that mean to you?"[/b] It was still a little weird knowing that Clark could sometimes tell the shallow thoughts floating through his head. [i]I mean I can't remember where I came from or what it was like but I feel like meeting a giant talking telepathic cricket wasn't an everyday thing, and he's been nice.[/i]

Clark sounded happy [b]"Thank you Arthur, you're pretty decent yourself. Yeah, people call me names, or just think them really loudly, and you would be shocked what people will think you've done or are up to just by looking at you!"[/b]

Arthur just offered an awkward smile. He was used to having a little privacy throughout his entire skull, but it did sound like telepathy wasn't always entirely pleasant for Clark either.

[b]"I guess we should get moving before it gets too late."[/b] said the man, gesturing to the path ahead of them, though not in any particular direction.