After your father had passed away, Sadie took you in. The two of you were sitting by the fireplace, looking through a few of Arthur's remaining belongings and reminiscing over the old times within the gang.

As you sorted through the crate of belongings, a few items in particular stuck out. His journal, his hat, a photo of his ex wife, a newspaper scrap and a photo of his father and a few other items. There wasn't a lot there, but it was enough to remind you of all the times you both spent with Arthur. "Huh..." Sadie chuffed, picking up the journal. "He was always indulged in this thing.."