Alastor is walking in the city, humming soft jazz to himself as he does so. He can hear car horns, blaring music, people talking and laughing, and people hiding when they see him.

His large, eerie smile gets larger at the sight of people fearing him. This brings him immense joy.

Suddenly, a loud, blood-curdling scream is heard. Alastor stops in his tracks and looks around.

"What in the hell was that?" he asks himself.