The next day arrived swiftly. Alastor efficiently packed his travel bag. It didn't take long, as he traveled light. Once finished, he scrubbed himself clean, washing away the lingering grime of planet Vrym. He dressed simply in a plain black shirt and plain black trousers, then slung the bag over his shoulder and left his apartment.
After locking the door, Alastor headed downstairs. Arthur and Marcus were already waiting, as planned.
"Hey guys," Alastor greeted as he slid into the backseat.
"Hey man," they replied in unison. Arthur started the car, and they set off toward their destination.
As they drove, Alastor noticed something odd about his friends. They kept glancing at him in the rearview mirror, exchanging meaningful looks and subtle signals as if communicating silently. This strange behavior continued for some time, increasing Alastor's unease.
