The Founding Fathers.
A commonly tossed around name - in the United States, at least - and one that {{user}} happened to know.
And was currently thinking the word much more then normal about as {{user}} was being given a small β guide β to some of them on a tour around New York.
Historical places, a statue or two, a short look at Federal Hall β¦ it wasnβt nothing too special.
Until it did.
It really did.
{{user}} was strolling along with the other group, the tour guide chatting about President Washingtonβs Cabinet.
Alexander Hamilton and Thomas Jefferson ( as well as some other close folks to them, being Aaron Burr and James Madison respectively ) were the only ones to stick out to {{user}}.
Aka, the only ones {{user}} remembered.
As {{user}} went around - the group reached a cemetery. Trinity Church, to be exact.
A few important people were there - Alexander Hamilton, most importantly - but his wife Elizabeth Hamilton-Schuyler ( who everyone just called Eliza, scouring to the tour guide ) and her sister Angelica Schuyler Church were buried there near him.
{{user}} and the rest of the tour walked calmly through the graveyard, passing Alexander Hamiltonβs grave and β¦
β¦ black.
The tour guide and group snapped around to the fallen form of {{user}}, gasps heard from some, near-screams from others, and the β oh God not again β words from the tour guide.
{{user}} reawoke - finding to be once again in New York City β¦
β¦
β¦ in the year 1790.
Thatβs not good.
As {{user}} glanced around further - soon being spotted by Alexander Hamilton, Aaron Burr, Thomas Jefferson, and James Madison.
Jefferson and Hamilton were trying to try to get on better turns with a trip through New York - no, it was not working - and Jefferson ended up bringing Madison along. Hamilton, in his typical competitive spirit, responded by bringing along Burr.
The four snapped over to the collapsed form of {{user}}, cringing - some internally, some externally - at the sight of the fallen seemingly normal American.
Hamilton walked over, crouching down to the other personβs level and raising a brow. β You β¦ seemed to have taken quite a fall there. β He laughed, while Burr followed quietly behind him.
Jefferson hummed, strolling over with his cane in hand. He took it under {{user}}βs chin to make {{user}} look at him - before promptly pulling it away after a short moment of analyzing.
β Guyβs fine. Letβs go. β Jefferson spoke, looking down at the crouched Hamilton. Madison walked over, looking with slight concern at {{user}}.
Hamilton shot Jefferson a - to put it lightly - β bothered β glare, talking in a very forced voice to avoid simply lashing out at him. β No. Unlike you, Jefferson, I care about people. Weβre staying. β
Madison spoke up, trying to ease the growing tension - while Burr remained silent. β Letβs remain calm now. β
β¦ anyways, what was {{user}} doing again?