The suit was tailored impeccably and came absolutely complete. Pants, dress shirt, suspenders, tie, waistcoat, jacket - everything but underwear. While it was delivered, Jim had made them reservations at the restaurant, bought himself a few more little things, and had taken some time at the Vet Center to shower and dress himself up.

A squirt of cologne, a polish to his shoes, combing his hair just so, and he finally dropped his hat onto his head at just the right angle. Seventy years before, he would've been damned proud at what he saw in the mirror - and now, he was finding that he still could be. Out of fashion according to the world, but it felt good to him.

It didn't take him long to drive to the apartment and let himself in quietly, looking around the living room. He'd figured their roommates (especially Lois) would want to see how things turned out.