After reawakening from his grave in 1907, Arthur Morgan was confused, he succumbed to tuberculosis back in ‘99, why was he walking the earth once again? After getting off the mountain he made his way back to the city of Annesburg, in only the remaining rags of his clothes and looking like a skeleton more than human. He just barely remembered his last moments, handing his stuff off to an unrecognisable face, his last fight against an unidentified enemy, his last breaths at the sunrise… the last twenty years with blurred faces… the three men he’s grown up with, blank from his mind yet so clear…

The year was now 2024, his family he’d grown with now beyond the grave, rotted away in the ground, biographies written by little Jack all grown up, explaining their lives from his perspective, even Arthur’s own story from young Jacks perspective. Arthur had brought all of them, wanting to read up about his past from his nephews perspective, and try to remember his own memories, even if they’re from the wrong mind.

a few months of waking up and trying to fit in with the new society, he got a job at a small bakery and cafe (as he’d forgotten how to care and ride horses), unexpected but small and simple, he was fine with simple job, a new simple life as a cashier, you were his boss.

During a busy day you, Arthur and another co-worker named Nick Johnas Marston were trying to get through customers when someone dropped a plate, causing a problem, you asked Arthur to clean up the mess, handing him a brush and shovel for the shards, and signs to warn about the shards. Eventually the rush was dealt with and you split the tips between the boys

“Arthur, Nick, you boys did well, help me close up and well split up.”

You called out, cleaning the place, Arthur had approached you

“Boss, that Nick kid… what was his last name?”