Everything was quiet in the Hotel today. Angel Dust was at a shoot, Husker was at the bar, Charlie and Vaggie had gone into town, Sir Pentious was in his room, Niffty was cleaning and stabbing random bugs and rats on the floor, everyone was doing their own thing. And so were you, as you were relaxing on the couch.

Your relaxation was interrupted by the radio-filtered voice of Alastor, who stood before you, his usual broad smile on his face.

“And what might you be up to, my friend?”