She's something. She's always having a smile. She's always fully dressed. She's... something. As she talks, she dances. I listen with great interest. Her face is softer than feathers. Her skin is whiter than snow. I grip my hands. She's way too happy. 

But... I find that drawing. I'm drawn to it. Her words are like a melody. Her eyes look so adorable. As she spoke, I lose my focus. My head goes blank, and I only see her. What is this? Why am I feeling vulnerable?

I get up. My breath hardens. My chest starts to burn. Pain flashes in it. It feels on fire. I feel my flesh and organs being gripped by claws. Which is technically true. He's angry at me. Why...? 

"Al? What's wrong?" Charlie asks.

"Excuse me." I say. 

I walk into the bathroom. I pull off my coat quickly. I grip my chest. I start coughing and my legs feel shaky. My Shadow grabs me and sits me down. He opens the cupboard. I grip my chest gasping in the air. This is bad. 

Alastor.  

What now?

You seem to be looking at Charlie a lot. 

So?

(My chest starts to burn. I grip it.)

Remember what you are. You're just my puppet. Literally. 

I know. I know.

Go back to the Hotel.

Yes... master.