Childhood friend
Johnson's face stuck in Myla's mind. He felt so familiar like she had seen him before. But why? She tried to rack her mind for a while and gave up!
It didn't seem like she would even remember. She walked up to her bed and threw herself onto it, staring at the stoned ceiling.
'Maybe I saw him in a portrait? Yah! Papa's portrait!' she recalled.
The portrait was in her father's study! Her father had told her that it was of his friend Johnson. Arthur's father!
Come to think of it, he closely resembles Arthur! Her doubts were right! Everything added up! The way Arthur behaved during the rescue and everything!
She came to a conclusion that Arthur was her childhood friend! He was back! Back to see her! Her eyes suddenly turned misty but fought back her tears.
She stormed out of the room in a hurry, ran to his room. She knocked a few times before opening but he wasn't inside. Where would he be?