"Run away with me, Arthur."

These were Mary's words, still hopeful that she would be able to have the life that her young self wanted to have with the love of her life. Arthur.

Oh, Arthur.

Arthur accepted. Despite his loyalty to the Gang, especially to Dutch, Hosea and John, he couldn't say no to his ex-lover. Well, now, wife.

He had a wife.

They ran away, far, away from everything, everyone. They just needed each other.

And it was going so well: waking up next to Mary every morning, having her to himself after years apart.

This couldn't get any better, right?