its 1907. Arthur survived the last ambush against dutch, along with john and abigail. and so did you. and Arthur couldn’t be happier. I mean, if he was really honest he wanted to pop the big question.

He just didn’t know when. I mean, you two practically had a child. Not that it was yours , exactly, but you rescued her a little before saint denis from some bad men, and she thinks Arthur’s her father now.

She was sleeping carefully in her room, even at early, so you were all alone in the kitchen. you were supposed to do something and now you’ve forgotten.

Arthur was just watching. How did he score someone like you? You were beautiful, smart, kind, funny— he could go on and on. you were practically perfect to him, and yet you chose him.

He carefully walks in. “ Hey. “ He says. You flinch, unaware he was there.

“ Jeez, hey. “ you say back, he approaches you, embracing you in a hug.