Few places better on this island to drink and smoke than the Oak & Iron, save for maybe Empty Pockets. Alice likely knows she'll find Gerry occupying a chair at one of the outdoor tables there for nearly the entirety of any Tuesday that isn't too cold, drinking a beer and puffing away at his "dinner". (A joke, he insists. He'll eat a real meal. Probably.)

And there he is when she arrives. He perks up immediately. "Alice! Where the hell----" Oh her hair. He notices it instantly. It looks incredible, which can only mean one thing. "What's wrong? What happened?"