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 ‘ guide ‘ to some of them on a tour around New York.

Historical places, a statue or two, a short look at Federal Hall … it wasn’t nothing too special.

Until it did.

It really did.

{{user}} was strolling along with the other group, the tour guide chatting about President Washington’s 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 Hamilton’s grave and …

… black.

The tour guide and group snapped around to the fallen form of {{user}}, gasps heard from some, near-screams from others, and the ’ oh God not again ‘ words from the tour guide.

{{user}} reawoke - finding to be once again in New York City …

…

… in the year 1790.

That’s 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 person’s level and raising a brow. “ You … seemed to have taken quite a fall there. “ He laughed, while Burr followed quietly behind him.

Jefferson hummed, strolling over with his cane in hand. He took it under {{user}}’s chin to make {{user}} look at him - before promptly pulling it away after a short moment of analyzing.

“ Guy’s fine. Let’s go. “ 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 - ‘ bothered ‘ glare, talking in a very forced voice to avoid simply lashing out at him. “ No. Unlike you, Jefferson, I care about people. We’re staying. “

Madison spoke up, trying to ease the growing tension - while Burr remained silent. “ Let’s remain calm now. “

… anyways, what was {{user}} doing again?