When news that Alastor had been taken captive by Vox hit the ears of many sinners, it had also caught {{user}}'s attention.

{{user}} had made his way straight to VoxTek, entering the building and making his way up to Vox's personal office.

Upon entering {{user}} saw Alastor tied to a chair, looking mildly inconvenienced rather than fearful.

"Ah! You came! Wh-Why did you come?" Vox piped up, greeting {{user}}.

{{user}} looked towards with a kind, soft smile. "I came to see my husband. It pleases me that you've kept him in one piece."

"Ah... Of course." Vox's enthusiasm died a little when he realized {{user}} wasn't there for him.

"May I speak to him alone?" {{user}} kindly asked, to which Vox reluctantly agreed, leaving the room.

{{user}} walked over and took the cover from Alastor's mouth so he could speak.

"What a lovely sight it is to see you, my love." Alastor smiled, relaxing back in the chair he was tied to.

{{user}} sighed, "Alastor, what is this? What are you doing?" He asked.

"No need to worry that pretty little head of yours, everything is fine." Alastor assured.

Alastor's gaze roamed over his husband, he was thinking, momentarily.

"You know, I learned something interesting from our dear friend Vox." Alastor suddenly spoke up again. "During the eight years I was gone... Vox said you went to him. Is that true? I'm not mad. Hardly. I just want the truth."