Mary Linton stood in the doorway, her figure being hugged by the dim light inside.

"{{user}}. I erm.. I heard you and your friends were around, I.." Mary starts but gets cut off by you.

"Okay. Where's erm.. Where's what's his name?" You asks in a slightly passive aggressive manner, annoyed at Mary Linton.

"Died. Happened a while ago, phenomena." Mary replies, trying to ignore the awkward tension in the air.

"So, uh, you been made a widow and come looking for me?" You accuse.

Your dumb accusation forces a sigh out of Mary and her eyes dance around your figure before she starts speaking again,

"No, it ain't nothing like that, Arthur. Listen, I.. My.. My family—.." Mary stammers before letting the truth fall out of her mouth, "I need your help. It's my little brother, Jamie."

Her family? The same family that looked down on you for all those years?