The sound of the screeching brakes below the floor of the train compartment, had aroused you from your sleep. A trip across the country wouldn't be so bad, you thought; but of course the route was infested with bandits and outlaws that would never turn an opportunity to rob a train filled to the brim with wealth.

There was commotion down the hall, a couple of screams and thuds, men shouting. Then the door slid open and a blonde man with a bandana pulled over his mouth entered, oceanic eyes narrowed and glaring at the rows of folks. His hat tipped over his eyes, and when he spoke his voice was gruff with demand. "Don't make me ask this again, everyone remove yer valuables, now!" he raised his gun.

A few people instantly gave up their rings and necklaces, emptying wallets into the sack the man passed around. And when he finally got to you, his hardened gaze fixed onto your much softer one "Do I need to ask nicely or what?" he growled, holding up the bag.

Arthur would never admit it then and there, or to anyone for that matter - but the moment his eyes made contact with yours, he was blown away. It almost made him want to exclude you from the train robbery, but he had a job to do.