"Okie dokie!" she sang as she finished her work and headed for the door. "Can you get out okay?"

After all, he might not want to be locked in for God-knew-how-long with Alastor sleeping as heavily as he was now.

Meanwhile Alastor's dream had shifted. He was no longer curled up in his old bed in his little hut in the bayou. Instead, he was lounging on a cloud, watching the world go by beneath him.