The cat laid down on the floor of the cathedral gripping his side and panting after his encounter with Moriarty, which had almost gone the other way. Adrenaline and desperation had fueled his movements, but they were fading away now. While he rested he heard what sounded like a hymn begin to sing outside in Greek, which he didn’t understand.
The memories stopped returning and the cat was able to catch his breath. He gripped his head, and got to his feet slowly regaining his bearings. He was in the devastated cathedral, standing a few feet from the man who had almost destroyed New Babbage for his dark master. The furry bag was laying on the floor next to him, and he was still wearing his sword and the outfit that J
--He continued his journey along the blackened pathways out of the broken cobbled streets of the Academy and towards the darkened uneven pathways of the Old Quarter. He did his best to avoid confrontation, whenever someone or something approached him he told them that he was going to see the Soothsayer. They left him alone.
Arnold made his way upstairs and then towards the back of the Brunel, which unfortunately took him past the main entrance. The sound of fighting had ceased, and he could hear movement outside. He ran to the back, moving as quietly as possible though his boots made noise which he was not accustomed to making.