It is the morning of Joe's wedding. He opens his eyes to find himself on a park bench beside the sea, dressed in torn tights and a cape. And that's not his only chilly awakening. For Joe is in Holyhead, but his wedding is in Dublin. And he doesn't even remember how he got there. As Joe tries to put the pieces back together, an old man joins him on the bench. Marty is a local, no stranger to these parts. So how does he know so much about this gruff young man? And why is he so interested in talking to a stranger in a Superman suit, who clearly has no time for chit-chat? that is hardly going to help Joe solve his major dilemma: does he really want to get married? And it's certainly not going to help him to the church on time if he does. Or will it?
