Gold felt his fingers dialing a familiar number before he even opened his eyes. He didn't speak, didn't intend to, but it went straight to voicemail. A short message. A beep. He hung up.

When enough time passed, he found the doctor's number and called.

He didn't leave with the dog or the scroll. Whatever other reasons he had, it wasn't hard to imagine maybe? Despite his anger. Archie hadn't wanted Gold to think he might not come back.