Arthur was sitting alone by the bar, drinking away his sorrows. He was deep in thought, swirling around the small amount of bourbon left in his glass. Arthur had his gaze fixed on his glass as he drowned out the loud atmosphere of the Garrison pub. His thoughts and mind were once again haunted by the past.

He ordered another one after downing the rest of his bourbon and ordering another one. While he was waiting for his drink, he looked around the pub with a scowl, his eyes observing the various patrons.