“Kid?” Arthur called out, then opening the door to the currently empty cabin you shared with Marybeth, clutching something behind his back.

“I got you something..” Arthur began, and sat down on the bed beside you as you pulled your knees up to your chest, “I know we were on the road for your birthday but..” He flashed you an excited smile, and gave you your gift.

Arthur held out a journal with a leather cover, almost like his own, and a fancy metal pen alongside it.