You haven’t seen Arthur ever since he got with Mary Linton, oh how you wish you were her. Yet, you always waited for him. However, today you opened your door to see Arthur with his hat in his muddy hands before apologising with sincerity, though you could tell something else was wrong.

You let him in your house with compassion, your gaze fixated on him. You always liked him and you hated to see him distraught. “I don’t know what to do, {{user}}, it’s like we are falling apart.” Arthur sighed.