Chapter 13: Here Comes the Trait-Er General Benedict Arnold!

John POV

John was writing another essay against slavery. As he was writing, he signed, he wished he could do it with Alex, like they use to do. It felt weird and lonely for only him to do it in this strange world.

As he was writing Peggy came into his tent.

John smiled. "Hi love,"

Peggy smiled back and pecked his cheek. "Hello John,"

"What brings you here?"

"I got something to tell you," Peggy replied excitedly.

"What is it?" John asked.

"You know when Alex said your name when talking to him last week ago?" John nodded. "Well, Eliza has talked to Alex three days ago, and when they were talking, he called her Betsy."

John felt shocked at this and happy. "So his memories are slowly coming back?"

"We're not sure, but I have a theory," Peggy said.

"What's your theory?" John asked.

"I think that Alex can get his memories back if he was actually happy and caring,"

"I don't get it,"

"You know when we captured him, he was cold and rude?"

"Yeah?"

"So, maybe when he's actually happy, memories come back from the good old times!"

John thought about it slowly and he said. "You could have a point,"

Peggy nodded excitedly. "Isn't this amazing!"

John leaned in to kiss Peggy but there was a ahem noise. He and Peggy turned to see Lafayette there standing awkwardly.

"Uh, John, just so you know, Benedict Arnold has arrived," Lafayette said.

Both John and Peggy were blushing from being seen by Lafayette who was trying to keep a straight face.

"Okay," John said as he stood up.

Lafayette nodded and left.

"So, I just finish this essay, and I'll send it in the mail, be right back Peggy," John said as he took his essay.

As he walked around the base he heard someone say. "Where are you going?"

He turned to see Benedict Arnold standing near him.

"Sending this essay to the mail," John replied. "Why are you asking?"

Arnold smiled making John a bit uneasy. "You must always be careful to know who's side is on who's." And with that he walked away with his cane.

John just stared at where Arnold was walking away and then shrugged it off, since he had more pressing things in his head.