[ Normally, Zelda loves listening to the radio in the morning. Alastor always has something interesting to talk about or interesting music to play. But this morning, she instantly recognizes the music... and her blood goes cold.
She throws aside her hairbrush and frantically grabs her journal. ]
Sender: Zelda
She throws aside her hairbrush and frantically grabs her journal. ]
Alastor! What in the world are you doing?