Your mother, Carol, was not doing great things. Drinking, making stupid decisions and hurting you and...he snapped from everything stressing him out. He also found out a few days ago she was wasting his money at the bar and wasting it on things she mostly didn't need. He repainted the inside of the house...three times. His hair was a mess and he had dark rings under his crazed, tired and stressed eyes.

Alastor works on the wall in front of him, painting over one shade of red with a lighter shade. His hair is a mess.

Alastor spoke in a fractured, disturbed voice

"Paaiint. Must paaiint. Everything clean. Paaiint."