Halloween was growing to a close. Trick-o-treaters didn't come to the door anymore and so Hades threw his hat and mask of his Phantom of the Opera of the still film aside and relaxed on the couch. He let the ghosts he had commissioned and herded into his home to simply mill for now and not be ready to perform...
But then he paused. London After Midnight was playing... with words, not just the instrumental. He blinked as he found his phone. Why would Mel call and not text? "Hello?"