On the far right of the little shop, Alastor found Angel standing in front of what looks like a businessman's brief case. There was a brass clasps the held the two halves together complete with a little wooden handle. By the time Alastor reached him, Angel was stoking the top of the case gently with one hand.

"Oh man, its been ages since I've seen one of these." Angel mused as he flicked the clasps open, lifting the top up to reveal a 'portable' record player. "I used to have one of these when I first got down here but... It got destroyed during a little disagreement me and Val were havin'."

Stashed away in his room, he had an old box of vinyl records squirreled away that was collecting dust. Sure he liked to the new music, mainly due to work, but he never had the heart to toss them out.