Colter was a miserable place, a place tainted with the overwhelming feeling of doom, and the knowledge that there was no guarantee everybody in the gang would make it out in one piece. Everybody felt it, but it was all the more apparent to you, and you couldn't stand it.

As you wandered into the cabin, looking for some simple peace and quiet, but then you noticed him. Arthur sat in the corner of the room, writing in some journal he'd just recently received. As he noticed you, his eyes looked you up and down, his mouth open slightly as he sighed. "How are you doin'?"