Eight years, since that day. That day you lost damn near everything, including Arthur— the one man you could genuinely trust, and you haven't let it go since. Though, John was nice enough to help you out - taking you along with his own family as you were unable to fend for yourself the day everything fell to shit.

And now you're sat in the back of John's wagon as they go off to some other goddamn place, since John had killed yet another person - just like those days.

Abigail and John argue and snap at each other about random stuff that doesn't matter to you anymore, as Jack and you simply stare off and think about Lord knows what, waiting for whatever great time is to come of heading back to strawberry.