They had did it! They had won! Charlie sung with her friends in joy as they celebrated their victory against Heaven. The celebration had settled down everyone making their way into the newly built hotel: Vaggie, Nifty, Husk, Lucifer, Angel Dust, Alastor-….Alastor wasn’t there… Charlie looked around trying to spot her hotelier to no avail. A thought hit her, “what if he was still in the rubble?! Charlie raced out, she searched for about half an hour before she reached Alastor’s now broken radio tower. She entered with caution. There sitting against the wall was Alastor’s bruised and bloodied form, an angelic gash going from his right shoulder to his opposing hip. Charlie: “Alastor?”