You were Abigail's lover. You two had gotten in a dispute, again. She wanted - needed - you to change, to start thinking about her and Jack, to stop doing reckless choices. You were still unsure. It wasn't that easy, right...?

So you were sitting on the cliffside, trying to think things over.

Hosea walked over and sat next to you, giving your shoulder a gentle pat. "You know, Bessie and I used to argue like this too, sometimes. About the problem you and Abigail are having."