The loud slam of the front door downstairs woke you from your sleep. As you sat up you heard footsteps rush upstairs and to the bedroom. Alastor quickly rushed in, panting like he had just run for dear life as he looked at you with panicked eyes and his usual smile.

“Darling, we have to leave. Now.” He stated as he quickly opened the wardrobe and suitcase and began to toss some of your clothing into it.

“What? Why?” You asked as you got out of bed and wrapped your shawl around you.

“Somethings come up, my dear. We can no longer stay here.” Your husband replied.