Arthur opened his eyes and was still in his home, but it felt different somehow as if the walls that had been there for most of his life could no longer protect him from the outside world, as if they were not sturdy anymore and would topple at any moment, he was dead he knew it. But he couldn't remember what had happened. He looked at his hand and was sad to see that he could see the floor under it. He was a spirit. He roamed around his former house, seeing all the pictures of him as a child, of his mother caring for him, of his hometown. He was still there, still in London, but it no longer felt like home; it felt more like a distant memory. He went to touch the picture of him and his big brother Scottie (Allistor Kirkland), and his finger slipped right through, as if nothing was there. He noticed a few years back how much he loved him, around the time he realized that he was "playing for the other team" as some called it. He had told his older brother, and he only looked at him with disgust and pity, shortly after that he was found dead. Sadness overcame the spirit as he remembered this, but he could not cry. He walked over to his door to get some fresh air, but when he opened it he did not find the streets of London but instead he found a place filled with joy and music and white. Beautiful winged creatures with golden rings above their heads and joyous music like none he had ever heard before. There greeted him a man that he had seen many a time, his little ex-colony. "'sup Iggy?" he said with a child-like joy.
"H-hey Alfred….where is this?"
"Well it heaven Artie!"
"I told you never to call me that you bloody arse" this kid knew how to get the Brit's blood to boil
"SHHHHHH! Yo you gotta be more careful Iggs if the boss-man hears you you'd be" he made the sound of a plummeting object then the final crash "GONE! Sent…down there ya know?"
"Down where exactly you bloody buffoon" at this the American got really close to him and whispered into his ear
"Hell."
Oh gods, so…this really was heaven? And these winged people really where angels? But….but….he had been horrible during his life he was a bloody pirate for crying out loud! At finishing his little head rant he felt a soothing calm wash over him, it felt as if someone was pouring warm water down his bear back (he had been wearing clothes before) and wrapped him in all the love his dear mumsie had ever given him. At that moment he sprouted wings made of purer white than even clouds, a ring the color of sunshine levitated above his head, and he was dressed it a robe made of finer material than silk, and Alfred just stood there in awe.
