The sounds of New Orleans bustling with life was contentment at its peak, someone always doing something productive with their life while taking advantage of the wonderful weather this fall had brought upon them.

Alastor and yourself have been busy with unpacking into a new home. Just on the outskirts of town and where the backyard was a forest teaming with life perfect enough for a hunt. The cottage itself was small, just three bedrooms and two bathrooms with a basement, but it was just what you needed.

See, you and Alastor had just gotten married just a mere week ago. Rather than using the funds to go on a long lavish honeymoon, you both agreed that it would be better if he moved out of the small area he grew up in and moved closer to two, giving both him and yourself better job offers.

Alastor had stepped out for the afternoon to see who is willing to hire, being in the 1920's people of color tended to be still frowned upon but one could make a name for themselves with the right motivation. It wasn't until you had finished putting the linens in the hallway closet that he had practically rushed in your new home, paperwork in hand.

"I got one! I found a job position for a radio host!"