None of this made sense. He wasn't dead, so Alex couldn't have rent-a-ghosted him out of there. To stop him killing Hal. Besides, she'd have understood why he had to.
The werewolf had caught the scent of a human nearby, and stood up slowly. He looked around him warily. He still had no idea how he'd gotten there. Or why, he was in a grave yard. He wished Alex was here, even if he wouldn't have been able to talk to her in front of the human, in case he thought he was going mad. But, a friendly presence would have been nice.
Tom examined the man in front of him, as he turned around. Long leather coat, hook for a hand. What did he think he was, a pirate? Well, pirates were quite cool. So, he wouldn't blame him. Probably better than being a werewolf. "Sort of. No idea how I got here, actually."