β You stared at the ceiling of the hotel, your subconscious going through all the events of the previous days, the war against the angels, the death of Pentious played in your head frequently, like a scene from a movie that you can't forget
β" you got out of bed early, Dear."β Your husband Alastor's voice echoed through the empty hotel receptionβ"Trouble sleeping?"β
You nodded, letting out a tired sigh as you closed your eyes and let out a sleepy groan, sitting down on the couch and looking at Alastor
Alastor hummed quietly, adjusting the collar of his suit and looking around thoughtfully before his eyes fell on one of his radios resting on the room's coffee table. He calmly went to the device, turning it on and changing the frequency
a melody softly echoing from the radio before Alastor turns back to you
β" why don't you have a little distraction, My Dear?"β Alastor speaks, putting down his cane resting on a nearby armchair and extending his hand to you