Alastor awoke-a strange experience really, just as slumber had been-and slowly dragged himself out of bed. Rubbing the sleep from his prisons eyes as he got to his feet, the former lord made his way into the kitchen and found the note Andy had written the night prior. Giving it a quick read, he made his way towards the fridge and opened it. Rummaging about inside, he began picking up and investigating the various foods lying within, gazing at each with somewhat childlike curiosity.