When you got that letter, you hesitated seeing Alfie. You were just... unsure of what to do. After all, he was essentially trying to hide the fact that he was alive. And he was obviously drugged out on pain medication when he was writing and sending you the letter, from the way he kept crossing words out, the shaky hand writing, etc. But, after hearing Thomas' plans about how to handle Oswald Mosley... You decided it'd be best to finally pay the once-thought-dead Alfie Solomons, and see if it was actually true. And he was. Like a ghost. Or maybe, more like a zombie from how badly Thomas had injured his eyes. "Life is so much easier to deal with when you are dead!" You stood by the French windows as Alfie settled into his couch, rambling on about anything and everything in his thick, grumbly cockney accent. "Did you- Did you look through the binoculars? I watch ships. No two are the same." It was good to see that he was still his... enduringly strange self. "Now... How soon did you know I was not dead?" He suddenly questioned at you, staring at you expectantly for an answer... and... you stared back, standing at the french window he left open... before you responded with, "...You wrote me a letter, Alfie." "Did I-??"