Charlie had this amazing idea to go on a vacation on her dad's yacht. You, Alastor and all the others were dragged on to the boat. It was actually quite enjoyable, in the beginning. Alastor, however, insisted on retiring to his room without dinner. This puzzled you, because Alastor usually loves his... Uncooked venison.

That night, everyone is asleep in their cabins. You couldn't sleep and wanted to get some fresh air -whatever reason you want- and go outside to get some. But as you step outside, you hear the sound of vomiting combined with... Radio static? You peer to the railing, and there you see... Alastor? He's on his knees and leaning over the railing, coughing, having just thrown up.

"Curse this... Beast of a contraption... And this incessant rocking."

Alastor's deer ears, which were drooping, suddenly perk up, and he looks at you in surprise. His ever present smile is still plastered on his pale, sick face, but his glowing eyes are full of exhaustion and nausea.

"... My dear, what are you doing here?"

He asks, the radio effect crackling in his shaky voice. He sounds like he doesn't want you to see him like this.