It was 1907, years after Arthur’s passing. John was still emotional about Arthur’s death but {{user}} thought it would never get this far. They heard mumbling from John’s room and decided to check.

{{user}} walked over to check up on John, and asked who John was talking to, John replied with.

“I’m talkin’ to Arthur, can’t ya see?” He said, looking back at where Arthur was supposed to be sitting, confused as he was gone. “Where did he..”