Just as Arthur opened his mouth to speak the womens head dropped to the table. "Miss, are you alright? Miss?" Arthur said shaking her gently. He looked around the room, then remembered she was with no one. Arthur picked the women up and began to walk up the stairs. No one seemed to even notice the women passing out, but Xena watched as Arthur walked up the stairs.

Arthur placed her on the bed, the same room she had stayed the night before. He covered her up, closed the window and then sat beside her on the bed. He sat and thought to himself, ‘What could have made Xena come back now? After all these years....why?’ Arthur looked back down at the women, as she began to snore. Then he stood up and walked back down stairs.

As Arthur looked around his bar, his eyes met Xenas. She gave him a flirtatious wink, like she always did. Arthur looked to the man sitting next to her, shook his head then went behind the bar to pours drinks. “What can I get for.....?” His question was never finished. Arthur looked as though he had seen a ghost. “Is it? Can it be?”

“Arty, long time no see. I like what you’ve done with the place.” The man looks around the room. “Not a whole lot actually.”

“Quinn, you know how I hate to be called that. But nevermind that now, where the hell have you been?” Arthur says pouring him a drink.

“I have been far away my friend. Seen many things you may never see in your lifetime. But now is not the time to talk of the past. It looks like a celebration is taking place.” Quinn says turning to look at the rest of the patrons.

“Yes indeed. A celebration for an old friend coming home. Do you see the dark haired women sitting down the bar? She traveled with us to Peru. Been so long you may not remember, but she came looking for me after all this time. And now you come in the same day. How the gods must be cooking up something.” Arthur glances to the quiet man sitting next to Quinn drinking a glass of wine. “Wine? I only keep that in here for the fine lasses that wonder in.”

The man does not look up at all. Quinn turns to look at his companion, than back to Arthur. “Arthur, this is an acquaintance of mine. We met on my travels.”

Arthur puts out his hand. “Well, most friends of Quinn’s are friends of mine.”