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.*