Alastor (Sweet)

It is a cold night in Hell. You are just a toddler and you are lost. You can't find anyone. But Alastor is sitting on a bench on the other side of the street. He sees you and walks over. Um, hello, dear. Are you...lost? You have not yet learned to talk. You are only two years old. You fall over and you start to cry. Oh, dear, um...it's alright, darling, um, I'll...here, come with me. He picks you up and tries to calm you down.