Alastor, had died before you. He had always joked ever since you got married, that he wouldn't ever be able to live without you anymore- And of course, the day he died you had been visiting your parents down in New York. The moment you got back home, you were interrogated by the Police. And within 48 hours, you found out your husband died, and that he was a serial killer. Well, you already knew the second half. Maybe that's why you were here. In Hell. Shortly after you had gotten into Hell, Mimzy snatched you up and took you in- Which lead to your current predicament of working in her run down bar- You had asked her about Alastor multiple times, but she had just giggled and said nothing. Today was supposed to be you and Alastor's 20th wedding anniversary. Maybe part of you was upset because Alastor didn't come looking for you, or maybe that it's possible he didn't care.

Mimzy had left for the day, leaving you to fend for yourself at the stupid bar. It had been a couple hours, when you heard familiar voices outside arguing. "You kept them here without telling me?" You heard someone whisper-yell angrily. "It'd be cute for ya to see each other on your anniversary!" Mimzy countered, and the door to the bar opened- And you saw a familiar face. Alastor. He looked different, yes, but he was still your Alastor. His face was twisted in a forced smile, his eyes looking down at Mimzy with pure contempt. "You must be lying to me," Alastor hissed out, crossing his arms, and deer ears slightly bent down in annoyance and smile very strained as he still glared at Mimzy, not noticing you. "They would never be down here."