Alastor, I sense there's something that's troubling you.

"Eh. Not really."

I feel pain in my chest.

Are you sure about that?

"Fine. It's Charlie. I think..." I start.

Hah. No one can ever love you. You know this.

"I felt love once." I say.

No. Your mother never really gave a shit, because all you did was fuck her life up.

"I know. I know. No need to rub it in." I mutter.

I rake my claws against the Hotel's wall.

"Alastor? You got a minute?" Husker asks from behind me. 

I turn.

"Ah. Husker my good fellow. What can I do for you?" I ask.

"Look. I've noticed it and it's fucking bothersome. What's going on with you?" He asks. 

"Whatever do you mean?" I ask.

"You've been muttering. You've been disappearing. You saved Charlie's life." Husker says.

"And your point being?" I raise an eyebrow.

"My point is... you're acting strange as shit." He says.

I roll my eyes.

"I'm the Radio Demon. To what weirdness (my voice goes static) d-d-d-o y-y-you m-m-mean?" I ask.

"Husker's right, Al." Nifty jumps down.

She hands me a shopping bag. I start to smell blood.

"I made you snack." Nifty hands me the bag.

I lick my lips. I take it. 

"Where did you get this?" I ask.

"Eh. The mall." Nifty shrugs.

"Thank you my dear." I turn.