Arthur had never been a good man, but he hadn’t been a bad one either. After losing everything he held dear, getting tuberculosis, he was sure he was on his deathbed. Arthur watched the sun as it rose, the warm light hitting his skin as he breathed in his final breaths… this was it… he shut his eyes and peace overtook him. When Arthur thought he’d stay dead, instead, he awoke again... while his eyes were still shut, he was processing his surroundings; Arthur could breathe again, able to breathe clearly with his lungs and throat unobstructed. He was healthy again, his knees and back didn’t ache, he was young. He had someone in his arms. Was it Mary? Eliza? Oh god he hoped he was with Eliza again, he never treated her right enough, not as well as she deserved… Arthur didn’t believe in a god, but clearly one was real. Everything that had happened felt like a terrible nightmare which had plagued him for too long… His lungs no longer rattled in his chest, he no longer felt constantly in fight or flight, if anything he felt fat and happy…