Arthur Morgan did not intend to survive when he gave his hat to John Marston and stayed behind to gain his redemption. As he crawled towards his final resting place, he never intended to wake up again.
But he does wake up. Thanks to time travelers F...
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2021
"Arthur!" Francis exclaimed as he popped up on the computer screen on the laptop Tori had given Arthur. It was therapy day, and Arthur had a lot to unload.
"How are you?" asked Francis, beaming warmly.
Arthur, who was sitting at Tori's kitchen table in nothing but a t-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts, grunted peevishly and took a sip of the Irish coffee in front of him. "I'm okay," he admitted. "Guess you know by now I accidentally attacked Jackson again a couple of days ago. I'm livin' with Tori now until we get things sorted out."
Francis only shrugged. The large, purple birthmark over his eye bobbed up and down with his smile as he looked at the legal pad before him and wrote something down. "Jackson might've mentioned it," Francis said at last. "I've written you a prescription for a different antipsychotic. Hopefully it works better than the last one, and the important thing is no one got seriously injured."
"I guess," Arthur sighed. "Can I get that prescription filled at the pharmacy in Wallace Station, by any chance? I ain't... I ain't so sure I trust the one in Strawberry anymore."
Francis nodded and made another note. "Sure. Any reason for this sudden lack of trust? Do you experience this paranoia in other places?"
Arthur's eyes narrowed. "I ain't crazy, Dr. Sinclair. There's a damn good reason for me not trustin' 'em. I ran into Levi Cornwall in the grocery store the other day, and he knew exactly what medications I take, because he paid off the only pharmacist in Strawberry."
With a concerned look, Francis wrote something else down. "Did Tori see him too?"
"I ain't crazy, dammit!" Arthur almost shouted. "He held a gun to me, and threatened the ranch!"
Dr. Sinclair only smiled warmly. "There's no need to get angry, Arthur. I believe you saw him. In fact, I know you did because I got a letter from the Traveler yesterday that was very, very interesting."
Arthur raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
"Yeah. He wants to do something he's never done before. You're very lucky, Arthur. Not even I have ever been able to meet with him face to face, yet that is precisely what he wants to do with you."
"You're shittin' me," Arthur grunted, his eyes widening as he realized what that meant. The Traveler, the man who had saved him from his inevitable death, the man who seemed to be as powerful as some sort of god, wanted to sit down and see him face to face. How was he to respond to that?
"No," Francis replied, staring seriously at Arthur through the computer. "No, I'm deadly serious. He fears you might do something... rash, if you don't get ahold of all the anger you feel towards Levi Cornwall."
"Rash? Like what?" Arthur protested. "If that bastard hurts Jackson or Tori or continues to threaten them, I'll shoot his ass dead. These folk are my family now, and I'll protect them with my life."
