Tord stepped off the plane, his hood up, draping his scarred face in shadow. On his robot arm he wore a glove, of a similar color to his skin, to hide the appendage. Everything was going fine.
Then he went through the metal detector.
"Sir, do you have any rings? Bracelets, necklaces, or medical implants?", the security guard asked.
Tord sighed and took off the glove, rolling up the sleeve just enough to show his arm. The security guard furrowed his brow, and rolled it up all the way, showing the almost perfect fusing between metal and flesh, stitches still present in the skin.
"When was this done?", the guard asked, flipping through his passport.
Tord quickly thought up a story, "I was in a car accident in London, and my arm had to be amputated, but I requested to have my arm replaced with this instead. I'm just coming back, I have family here."
"Alright, go ahead.", the guard said.
Tord silently let out a breath, thankful that the guard was stupid enough to not check him, since he had an impressive amount of guns and knives hidden throughout his clothing. He grabbed his suitcases and satchel and walked to the taxi pickup, hopping into one and giving the driver the address.
The view of London was one he was unfamiliar with, if only because of his memory loss, but it was stunning. He smiled a little at a pair of men window shopping, the taller looking down at the other with adoration.
He sighed and leaned back, 'I wish I could have that.'
His phone rang. He checked the ID. It was Pau.
"Hell-"
"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!"
Tord winced and pulled the phone away from his ear, then sighed, "Places."
"WHAT PLACES?!"
He rolled his eyes, "You don't need to know that."
"You've gone to see them haven't you. Tord, they're not going to forgive you like you think they will! You're being irresponsible!", Pau exclaimed.
Tord shook his head, "I know what I'm doing, if I'm to get my memory back, they're my best chance, if my...Journal is correct, if I go to Edd's place first, he'll be the one most likely to forgive me."
"...If you get yourself killed, what then?", Pau asked.
Tord chuckled, "Do you not know me? I don't get killed easily."
"Of course.", Pau scoffed, you could hear him rolling his eyes.
"I'll be careful."
"Good, Pat will have my head if you're not."
The line dropped and Tord hung up, putting the phone in his pocket. Tord opened the book to the latest entry, and started to read.
Thomas has left in anger. I should not feel regret, but I do. He left his new address with Edd, and I have written it down on the previous page. If he is serious in moving forward without Matt and Edd, my plan will not work. Although, who knows what it even is anymore.
Edd and Matt are happy, which is good. They are stupid and naive, but I already regret what I'm going to do. They were my only friends, even Thomas I must admit. I will miss them when I leave, if they survive, I shall make sure they are not hurt during my assault on the world.
Thomas has been getting suspicious, he found me. I must g-----
There was a slash of ink at the end of the sentence, presumably when he would have had to leave. The Norwegian sighed and took a red pen out of his bag, putting in a new entry, describing the day he had experienced.
