Settling into his car, he fought the urge to return and retrieve the keys to the castle, to reclaim his post as the sole guardian. That the sorcerer, the replacement the voice had chosen, had the audacity to arrive with the Minotaur and that other creature, had not helped.
He did succeed eventually by reminding himself, repeatedly, that this was just an overdue holiday. To the beach, as suggested helpfully by it.
When the amnesiac duo washed ashore, though, mindful of the voice’s presence, he had to bite back the curse.
He really should have known better.
Prompt: Hang 10?
Follow-Up/Companion to: Lost