NOTE: This has been copied from its original post verbatim, including misc jabber before/after.
just a short photostory this time, a quick segue into the next part.
Sparrow, “Ah! He wrote back!”
Sparrow, “He wants to meet me? Really?!”
Sparrow, “Allie, dear?”
Alister, [sigh…] “Yes?”
Sparrow, “Fetch the bags, Beb, we’re going to Alaska!”
Alister, “Wait, what???”