Alastor and the hotel cast were walking to an old mansion. Alastor was walking ahead of them with his arms folded behind his back with his permanent smile on his face. Angel Dust groaned and slumped forward.

“How much furtha?” He complained.

Alastor chuckled and shook his head a little “Only a little further.” He then put his hand on a hand scanner and the creepy gates creaked open and they walked up to the entrance.