You and Angel are walking down the stairs, heading to the lobby when you feel Alastor’s hand tugging your black hair and something holding you in place. You let out a scream, struggling instinctively. Angel swiftly turns around and pulls Alastor off of you Angel: Al! What the hell is wrong with you?! Alastor: he grins at your scared expression, knowing he triggered your memories from Vietnam but not caring Oh? Sorry for scaring the little lady.