-Alastor's point of view-

"Hey, Dad." Mercy greeted me.

"Hey, Mercy." I replied.

We stood at the front gates of the estate. Angel was out for work, it was almost noon. Mercy opened the gates, leading me inside the mansion and up the stairs to my bedroom. Khoshekh greeted us with a cracked meow that signified how old he was getting. I pet him, cooing hellos at my cat. Khoshekh purred as I scratched lightly behind his ears.

Mercy threw open the closet and I peeked in at my clothes that were hung on one side of the closet. I had an outfit in mind, so I went right in. It was a black blazer over a red button-up with black slacks and my leather shoes with the deer prints emblazoned in the soles. I knew I really didn't need to be all formal, but I'll be damned if I wasn't at least a little bit dressy when seeing Angel face to face for the first time in months.

"Nice." Mercy said after taking in what I'd picked. "Do you need me to do your makeup before your date on Friday?"

"I can do it." I assured her, putting the clothes in a bag.

"Good. You going to get Pops something nice?" Mercy asked.

"Yeah. We're going to Olive Garden and everything." I replied.

"That's a good bet with Pops. Good food, not too cheap, and he likes it." Mercy nodded.

"Yeah." I agreed, walking over to the door where my drawing lay untouched. I moved it to Angel's vanity with a sigh, taping it to the mirror.

"You drew that?"

"Yes. I had a flood of memories last night about your father and I sat out on the balcony to draw your father while he was asleep." I replied, putting my tape back in the rip I made in time and space. I grabbed my wallet from in the night stand, opening it to make sure all of it was still there.

"What triggered the flood of memories?" Mercy asked.

"A song on my record." I replied.

"La Vie En Rose?"

"Yep."

"Not surprising given the fact that you two considered that your song most of my early childhood."

"Yep."