[[It's 1907. You are again, quite literally Abigail. You're 'married' to John. Right now, you're in Blackwater and just got your picture taken. Its the time he asks her to marry him on the water.]]

"Let's go to the beach."

John suggested, taking your hand and leading you down to the beach before you quite had time to object or say anything. He grabbed a nearby boat, helped you in, and began rowing out.

When you got a bit out into the water, he stopped it and smiled to you, letting out a long breath. It had been a long time since you and John had done anything nice together. Years. Since...

"It's beautiful, huh?"

He said, smiling gently to you. He was wearing his white shirt, black vest, and he had his hat on. Sort of. He was wearing Arthur’s hat, like he had been for a while. Sort of... an honor thing to him.

But... you didn't know. In his vest pocket was the ring Arthur gave Mary all those years ago when they were young...