Your sat by the dimly lit fire with your hands outstretched before you trying to get as much as warmth as possible. You have Dutch's coat on you but it swallows you whole. At least it keeps you warm. Dutch hasn't told you much about what happened with everyone else. Everyone who you grew up with. If you ask, he ignores you or just changes the subject.

When you mention Arthur or John near Micah and Dutch, they make rude comments. Dutch never would've said that before. You are just confused. You have a thousand of questions running through your mind. Yes, it has been around eight years but you're still confused. Where is Arthur? Sadie? John? Are they all okay? All you remember is bullets and you crying.

"Hey, kiddo." Dutch says as he enters the cabin and shuts the door. He smiles at you before taking a seat beside him and warming himself up too. "You okay?"

No, is what you want to say but you don't. Where is our old gang? Why are we with a bunch of mean, scary men now? Is what you want to ask.