Arthur spent the next couple hours going through his books. But he wasn't finding anything to answer their questions. He knew people in the past must have used the spell before; but they apparently never bothered to write down what happened afterwards. Sighing, he closed the book he was reading and rubbed his eyes. His eyes were starting to hurt from the low light in the room and he made a mental note to change the bulbs for the lights tomorrow. He glanced at the clock and noticed it was getting really late; he should probably go get some rest. With that in mind, he stood and stretched before leaving the room and heading to his bedroom. He was slightly surprised to find Francis sleeping in his bed, but he didn't have the energy to try to get him to move. He just changed into his sleepwear and laid down on the other side of the bed, quickly falling asleep.