Minutes pass. Five, ten, twenty. An hour. She only sits down maybe a minute before the ferry finally appears again, which, well, that's typical, too, but it doesn't matter. She's back on her feet as soon as she sees it coming, bouncing on her heels like an anxious teenager, trying to tell herself not to be stupid, don't do anything stupid, god, please, don't make things complicated again the second you see him, Alice, you used to have restraint—

But then he's here. He pays his fare, he steps off the boat, he calls her name.

And restraint just about goes out the window.

Footsteps pound against the wood beneath her feet as she sprints across the short distance and throws herself at Sam, with force enough it's a miracle she doesn't knock them both off their feet, and kisses him. Restraint be fucking damned.