It had been ages since Jerry had left the island- at least on something that wasn't a mission. A year perhaps? He couldn't recall. Over a year Sober. Certainly since he had at least attempted to pretend to be 'normal' out in the world. He couldn't just go on his own, he had been grounded for some time, considering... whatever it was going on with his hand. It wasn't spreading, and besides still feeling a bit tired, it really wasn't anything to worry about as far as he could tell.
Even so, all things considered, he couldn't go on leave
unsupervised. Even for just a little day trip. Wearing his least singed and battered trousers, a worn Cat Stevens tshirt and his current favorite brightly colored hawaiian shirt in what he felt was a properly "civilian" look, he marched his way to where he knew a certain friend was living, and urgently knocked on the door.
"Jordan? Jordan, are you in??"
