It was certainly not how she imagined things would go.

At leasts she was happy that it was not their first reunion in decades. No, Alfred had returned to her life at a time when she was wary he would sniff out the odor of her sins. But luckilly for her, he had arrived when she needed him the most. At a time when he could guide Kate, teach her the things she wouldn't ever listen from her mother. Most importantly, he was there to pick up the pieces after Eleanor was taken away.

It gave her a little peace of mind, knowing he was out there watching her daughter. Kate couldn't be in better hands.

And there he is. As stylish as ever, not even a single wrikle on his suit. He might be a little grayer, sure, but still handsome and the gentleman she remembers.

"Hello, Alfie."

She stands, suddenly feeling so very aware of the orange uniform she is wearing and the cuffs around her wrists. It's not exactly the glamorous picture of herself she tries to paint whenever she has a meaningful meeting ahead.

Eleanor glances at the guard behind the bars, silently asking if she's allowed to approach him. Touch him. Hug him.