"That's what I'd been planning to do anyway."

Alastor put his jacket back on, glad to once again be covered. Really, it could've been much worse. He'd gotten a little careless this year, however.

He reached into his jacket pocket, gripping the pocket watch tightly. He calmed somewhat. Good. He still had it.

He led the way to his room, flicking a finger to apply a bit of magic to undo the lock. Then he very deliberately turned the knob to the left. He'd boobytrapped the door just in case someone tried to come in to kill him. Niffty was one of the ones who knew the trick to opening it safely.

For the first time, someone other than Niffty got to see the inside of Alastor's room. To be honest, it was a bit sad: It was a standard hotel room. No personal effects to be found. There was a small shrine and a sewing kit on the desk along with a set of heavy red curtains on the window to keep it dark and to make it impossible for a sniper to get a proper shot, but otherwise? It was just another hotel room. If he left tomorrow, it wouldn't look any different.

Alastor did a little bow, managing to bite down the grimace at the action. However, his side shrieked in pain. "After you, my dear."