As Dave pulled into a parking spot Alfendi stepped out of the car and bent over, clutching his throbbing head. His hair had turned burgundy and his facial expression became one of guilt and sadness.

"I'm sorry about that I really should leave. It's not your fault, trust me."

"Haha well they told me not to trust you. But you're a nice guy I don't see why I shouldn't" Dave chuckled.

"Who said that?" Al raised his eyebrows.

"Ah some lady from Interpol. Had a pretty smile and long blonde hair. That's all I remember from the very short talk she had with me. In fact, that's all she said!"

Alfendi stepped out of the car, silent in his thoughts.

"Well you must have things to do... Ask the sheriff to contact me once you need a ride back home or better yet ask him to take you, he's a friendly guy!" Dave restarted his car's engine and took off back up the hillside.

Dave waved goodbye through his open window although Alfendi didn't stay to watch the car drive into the distance. Instead he turned and set out to scope the area.

A small tavern sat in the corner of town, it was fairly empty. Next to that was the small county police station and further up were peoples homes and vacant farming paddocks. The town was small and obviously not recently a farming community as the paddocks all seemed bleak and barren.

He decided to enter the tavern and look around. As he was looking up at the bar's menu he tripped over a bar stool and yelled.
"Damn chair!"

His hair was crimson again, he grabbed the stool and threw it across the floor.

"Calm down sir!" The bartender shouted.
"I am calm!" Alfendi shouted louder.
"J-just... Take a seat, what would you…" The bartender's voice wavered as he looked over to the man across the room.
"... Sorry about that" Alfendi grumbled.

His hair changed again and he looked up at the frightened man.

"Good afternoon my name is Al-as-tair" He quickly corrected himself as he smiled at the man.
"Well Alastair it's nice to meet you" He held out his hand to greet him. Al hesitated but then shook his hand soon after.
"What would you like, the special is potato and leek soup with bacon bits!"
"Ha! Well I'd like that... Oh but, I don't have any money." Al sighed.

"It's alright this time, it's on the house, we have a lot of leftovers. We rarely get any customers besides the common folk and it's nice to have new visitors once in a while. Just tell me if you like it, yeah?" He sounded enthusiastic as he spoke.

"Thank you. Do you have any water?" Alfendi's voice scratched at his throat as he looked around the room.
"Of course! Here ya' are." After a few minutes the bartender took out a bowl of soup and placed it in front of Alfendi.
"This is nice, better than my sisters cooking gladly!"
"Ah is your sister in town?"
"No."
"Well you should tell her to visit sometime"
"I can't, things are... well just complicated"
"Hm having a fight, it's alright i'm sure it will blow over soon. Sibling fights rarely last long anyway"
"N-... ah well I guess so"

Alfendi finished his soup and looked at the time.

"Woah, I didn't know how late it was getting?"
"Ah it's two hours fast, but everyone knows that already so we don't bother changing it"
Alfendi chuckled and took a sip from his glass of water.

"You're in my seat…" Alfendi whinced, he really didn't want to leave a bad impression of himself on his first day in town. Or at least further of what damage his other side had already caused.

"Are ya gunna get up or what!"

The bartender stared wide eyed at Al, slightly shaking his head to warn him not to bother fighting the man.

Alfendi looked around to look at the man. He was tall and muscular with deep permanent frown lines embedded into his face. He had a shotgun strapped into a holster on his back. He was obviously a hunter by the way he dressed and looked. The stench of animal blood filled the air.

The man grabbed Alfendi's shoulder and suddenly Al lost his temper. His hair turned a devilish red and his eyes shone a deeper golden colour than ever before. He scowled at the man, as he was taken aback at the sudden change.

"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE! DON'T EVER TOUCH ME LIKE THAT!"
The man puffed out his chest, he wasn't planning on giving up. "You couldn't take me even if you tried!"
"I will rip your tongue from your bloody skull if you keep talking like that!"
"Is that a threat?"
"Yes it's a threat you bloody idiot!"
"I can snap you in half if I tried, and trust me... You don't want to go down that road"
"Listen, I've seen crime scenes. I've seen a thousand dead bodies. If you want to go down this road... FINE. But you've got to be joking if you want them to find your body any time soon!"
"BOYS, Settle down! We certainly don't want to scare the folks 'round here do we?" The man in the corner of the room calmly got up from his seat at the booth. He had a sheriffs badge pinned to his jacket and a holster but no gun on his side. He had his hands on his hips and a calm look on his face. He was the kind of man you'd want as a law enforcer.

"Now do you mind telling me what is going on here?" He asked politely.

Potty prof ran his hand through his wild red hair and turned his face to the adjacent corner of the room.

"We were just jokin' around sir." The hunter laughed nervously.
"He threatened me over a chair!" Alfendi didn't see the fun in all of this.
"Nah we were just playin' " The man patted Alfendi on the back.

Potty slammed his hand into the counter accidentally tipping the soup across the counter. "No you threatened me!" He looked at the wet sleeve of his shirt and sighed angrily.

"Alright, I've heard enough from you two" The sheriff looked at the hunter as if to say he would be dealt with later and he skulked away.
"Now what's your name" He said with a gruff, scratchy voice.
"Alastair" Potty prof said sharply.
"Mind if I call you Al?"
"Go ahead." His mood had already been killed.
"Dont call me sir, makes me feel weird. Call me George"
"Alright George" Alfendi shook his head in his hands.
"So what brings ya to town Al? Oh actually, don't answer that" He smiled knowingly and ordered a glass of water.

George attempted small talk with Alfendi and whoever walked into the tavern greeted the sheriff at least twice, the hunter had even returned to apologise.

"Well I must be off" Al's temper had cooled down and placid prof took several deep breaths.

"I'll see ya 'round" the sheriff waved to Al as he walked out of the doors. It it had gotten late by the time Alfendi left the bar. The sky was black dotted with a million little lights shining in the sky and a full moon.

'Lucy would have loved this' Al thought to himself.