"Is Everybody Okay?"

Jim had been sedated and was fast asleep in a dark ward. Doug carefully evaded the hospital staff, tip-toed through the ward to drop off the mummy's bracelet. "Found this for you, you can bring it back yourself," Doug whispered, leaving it on a table next to the bed.

Hours later, Doug and Tony went to check on their unfortunate associate.

"He's coherent," the nurse informed them as they approached the ward, they could hear raised voices from the other side of the door. "Especially coherent." A bearded doctor swung open the door, shaking his head in frustration as he stormed past. Jim was sitting up in a nightshirt with an annoyed but improved attitude.

"Hello," Doug's eyes wandered to the bracelet on the table, a small book now resting next to it, hospital property no doubt, regarding manners and social etiquette for men. "That trouble from last night's cleared up," He informed Jim, not wanting to dwell on the details. "They say you're feeling better, I guess you don't want to wind up in Bellevue."

"I'm fine," Jim answered coolly. "Sorry to ruin your evening out, is everybody okay?"

"They're fine." Tony was bewildered just how quickly Jim recovered from what seemed like a nervous breakdown. Doug excused himself to see to his release, leaving Tony.

"And Miss Hall?" Jim sat up straighter and composed himself, "Listen, it may sound like I'm butting into your business and maybe I am..."

Jim was a casual acquaintance; they'd say "hello" when running into each other and he had stopped by twice to pick up the items Tony had collected during the last couple months. He didn't recall them ever discussing anything that wasn't work-related in some way.

"I got out of the service just in time to be invited to my childhood sweetheart's wedding. She met a guy just like me, except older and balder. Having to sit there brooding, regretting every little decision I've made in my life, knowing it should have been me up there…."

"I'm sorry, but-"

He continued, "For over twenty years she was always there; I took it for granted and then she was gone. You love her? You want to spend the rest of your life with her? Then you marry her. Misery and regret is a poor substitute for a good woman in your life."

Tony nodded silently. Jim, satisfied he made his point asked, "Now, can you see if I can get my pants back?"

Several months passed and the bells were ringing at St. Patrick's as Dr. and Mrs. Newman left the cathedral amid a shower of rice. Jerry was tying a string of cans to the bumper of Tony's Model T, Ann a bridesmaid, escorted out by Doug, while Ray was trying to counsel a sobbing Aunt Edwina.

Dressed in an era-appropriate uniform, General Kirk shook Tony's hand; "I can't tell you how happy I am for you, what are your plans for the future?"

"See America first," Tony answered, invoking an old advertising slogan as he motioned to the auto. "If you need me-"

"We'll know where to find you," Kirk handed him an envelope, "a little three bedroom place upstate, compliments of Uncle Sam."

Althea stood next to the car, blushing. Tony opened the door and helped her in, waving goodbye to their guests as they started off on their honeymoon.