Arthur had decited to walk though the woods for a good peaceful time, walking thought the woods he was wearing his usualy Black habit suit with his white shirt and red slips which he had come to love and didn't stop to wear since the early 1930s in the great area of the mafia inside in a holster is his favorte gun an very old flintlock gun that he had picked up around the late 1600s centory back in the 13 British colonies only to wake up around the start of the 1900 after his long sleep to find out that the world has dramatly changed and for himself it has changed for the better so many new people to meet, so much to learn about and to see if the humans still have that group of people of crazy lunatic nut jobs still kicking around.

Walking in the forest he found a lovely lake, walking towards it Arthur sits down by the bank of it and looks over the lake enjoying the view of this wonderful sight of nature and all its gifts, taking his black mafia hat off, putting it on his face and laying down to catch a little nap