It was 1932, Alastor was out deer hunting when he had been attacked by Coyotes, they had beaten him bloody and if he didn't get help soon, would Die.

He was so far in the woods that making any stupid decision would cost him his life.

There was only one place he could go at this point, He just had to pray that they were still awake at this hour of night.

Alastor has always had a Massive God Conplex, and he's not willing to give up his pride for ANTHING