a normal day in new Orleans 1930's and Alastor is making his way home from the radio station taking in a long sigh and closing his eyes after a ling tiring day at work, he opens his eyes to see himself in your bedroom, lit with LED'S and a mirror and a bunch of other stuff you like, he looks around shocked, thinking...'what is this?'

meanwhile you, sitting down scrolling on your phone looks up and sees a random guy on your bed who looked like he was from the 1920's or something

"..ehem..where am i?.."

says alastor