As he falls, falls, falls in his mind, Alfred thinks, wonders, if there's anybody out there who will catch him. Keep him safe and sound and sane.
Then he sees.
Violet eyes, soft smiles, that ever-present scarf floating in the soft, chilly wind.
Waiting, just waiting.
Scenes blur, time passes, and still he falls. Trapped, no safety line, down, down, down.
But he understands now.
He will be there for him when all else fails.