( Behind the wall of sleep... )

Walter got out of the chauffeured car and stood staring up at the front façade of Hellsing manor. Six months was far too long to come home for only a brief visit, but Arthur’s whims were at times impossible to contradict ( Read more... )

Walter had his luggage and the box from Alfred and stood on the causeway waiting for the car that would come to take him away from Fandom and on to the first leg of his trip across the Atlantic and sixty-two years ( Read more... )

Walter came awake and sat up abruptly, looking around the darkened room to try to make the connection between his adrenaline-fueled waking, and the reason for it ( Read more... )