"In other news the new moving-picture film entitled: 'The Bishop Murder Case' has just been released today!" Alastor exclaimed into his microphone as the tiny brunette girl smiled gleefully behind the glass, swinging her legs back and forth beneath the wooden stool she sat on.

"Based on S.S Van Dine's 1917 novel of the same name, join Philo Vance, a private investigator played by the talented Basil Rathbone, as he is assigned to investigate the cryptic murder of Joseph Robin. However, when he discovers a note left with the body that is signed, 'The Bishop' and more bodies begin to show up, Vance begins to understand that finding the identity of the horrifying and mysterious 'Bishop' might be harder than this investigator initially thought.' Quite the plot! Go see it at your local picture palace today!!"

Edith's eyes went wide as she looked up towards Husker who was sitting next to her behind the sound panel. "That moving picture film sounds scary!"

Husk chuckled, "It doesn't sound that scary to me." He said with a slight smirk.

The girl gasped softly, thinking to herself before looking back towards Alastor as he continued with his radio show.

"Have you ever seen a moving picture film?" Edith asked curiously.

The older man looked down towards her. "Movie."

"Huh?"

"Movie. Moving picture films are called movies for short."

"O-Oh. Okay! Have you ever seen a movie?"

"I've seen a few. They weren't very good though. The stories weren't that entertaining." Husk responded. "I don't suppose you've seen any?" He asked, playfully poking the girls side even though he already knew the answer.

The brunette giggled. "No. Daddy and Sammy said they were a waste of money that could be used for something else."

"They weren't wrong about that. Though, movies aren't as expensive as you might think."

"How much are they?" She asked, her high pitched voice cracking slightly.

Husker sat back in his chair, crossing one arm in front of his chest while he rested the other on the arm rest of his chair. "Well it all depends on what movie ya see and where you go to see it. Those shitty-"

Edith gasped and pointed at the older man who stopped himself and looked at the girl intently.

"Not a word to Alastor. You shut that mouth and throw away the key."

The girl smiled before dragging her fingers over her mouth, pretending to lock and lock and throw the key behind her.

"Very good. Never say that word." Husker said before leaning back once more. "As I was saying, it depends on what's you go to see. Those stupid romance films are usually around 30 cents a ticket. The good ones are usually more."

"Oh! Well I-" Edith started before she was cut off.

"Now, now, what are we talking about?" A sprightly voice came from the doorway.

The two turned around to see the brunette looking back at them with a bright smile and his hands behind his back.

Husk rolled his eyes. "None of your b-"

"He was telling me all about movies!" Edith exclaimed happily, swinging her legs back and forth.

The two men looked at her for a few moments before Husker scoffed, shrugging his shoulders and turning back towards the radio host. "Meh, what she said."

Alastor walked towards the two. "Not my favorite subject. I am not personally fond of moving picture films or moving picture shows for that matter." He said as he picked up the young girl and placed her on his hip. "Good work, Husker! We will see you tomorrow."

"Yeah, yeah whatever." Husk mumbled, waving his hand, gesturing them to move along.

And with this, Alastor and Edith left the room, making their way downstairs. When they got to the front doors of the radio station, the man grabbed both their coats off the wall hooks, helping Edith put on her pink wool coat before putting on his own brown one.

They were just about to leave before they were stopped by a woman's voice behind them.

"That was a pretty great show today Mr. Alastor! Funny and intriguing!" The voice said.

Alastor and Edith turned around to see Vivienne smiling at them. "Thank you, my dear! Hard work pays off after all, isn't that right?" Al laughed.

"Yes, yes! Nothing beats hard work!" The woman exclaimed before bending down to hug Edith. "You two have a good night and stay warm, alright?"

"Of course, have swell dreams, darling. We will see you a little later." Alastor tipped the small red hat on his head to her before taking Edith's hand and leading the girl out the door and into his car.

While driving, the conversations they had for the most part were light and simple, nothing complicated, just mindless chatter as the two made their way back home. That was until...

"Do you think Sam won't be sick soon?"

The question itself wasn't surprising to Alastor, but rather... the way she worded her question that caught his attention.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly as he continued to drive. "Why, what a swell question, my dear. We'll have to ask Mimzy how he was feeling today when we get home, hm?"

Edith put her head down in disappoint. "Oh, okay." She said before looking out her window at the town passing by, not thinking of much else but her brother. Surely he must be lonely.

When they pulled up to the front of the house, Mimzy had already heard the engine, put on her coat, and went outside to greet the two as they got out of the car.

"Edith! Al! Welcome back!" The blonde woman ran up to Edith, picking her up and hugging her tightly before putting her back down. "Woah! Yer' real cold, suga! Why not head inside. I have a fire all lit for ya! Nice n' toasty!"

The little girl perked up at the thought of sitting in front of a warm fire. The cold January weather was starting to get to her, especially her fingers.

Without much more conversation, Edith quickly went inside to warm up while Alastor and Mimzy took their time in going inside.

"Anything new happen today, my dear?" Alastor asked.

Mimzy knew exactly what he meant when he asked that question. "I wouldn't be lyin' if I said yes but I also wouldn't be lyin' if I said no." She answered as they slowly began to walk towards the house. "Definitely been more relaxed than he has been for the past few months. Actually started talkin' normally, havin' genuine conversations. Though, it was very cold downstairs this mornin' and I didn't know what to do so I gave him some extra blankets I found in the closet but it didn't do much. Poor thing's teeth were chatterin'."

Alastor continued to listen, silently nodding to show he was still listening as they made it onto the porch, but before they went inside, the woman continued.

"Al... I really think he's changed his mind 'bout 'chu. I think you can trust him. He seems to trust you a bit more, don'cha think?" Mimzy said, with a small, hopeful smile on her face.

"While I do, appreciate your input, Mimzy dear, the decision is, of course, my call." Alastor said sternly, his smile plastered on his face.

Mimzy scratched the back of her neck nervously. She knew Alastor was only acting this way because he's had a long day but that didn't relieve her nerves much. The man's smile always relayed a slightly threatening aura. "R-Right. 'Course it's yer' call. J-Just thought I'd give my opinion is all."

"Thank you for the friendly advice, darling, and thank you for your assistance today, it's much appreciated. Have a good night."

Mimzy smiled slighty. "No problem, Al. I'll always help ya. Have a nice night!" She said before making her way down the porch steps.

Without another word Alastor opened to door to his house and went inside, immediately feeling more relaxed from the nice warm air that greeted him. The warm air surrounded him as he closed the door and took his coat off, hanging it up next to Edith's coat that was already hung up.

Alastor took off his shoes and walked further into the house. He looked to his left and saw Edith in the library with a light brown blanket draped around over her shoulders, rubbing her hands together in front of the lit fireplace.

After a long day of work, the last thing Alastor wanted to do was go make dinner but seeing that tiny child warming herself up by the fire gave him the little bit of motivation he needed to head into the kitchen and start making something to feed himself and the two children in his care.

While dinner was cooking, Alastor walked over to Edith who was still in the library, now sitting on a chair reading a book with her blanket still covering her.

The man took a seat next to her, gazing over at her slightly causing her to look up at him.

"Good evening, my dear! If I may ask, what is that you're reading?"

"It's called... um..." She turned back to the book front. Little pl-ay-fel-lows. Little Playfellows!" She read, trying to best to pronounce the title properly and smiling brightly when she did.

Alastor smiled back, tilting his head slightly.

"I love reading! There are so many books!" The young girl exclaimed happily.

The room was silent for a few seconds, as if the two were both thinking about different things quietly to themselves. Alastor smiled and opened his mouth to speak but was stopped before any words could leave his mouth.

"Does Sam feel better? Can he come back yet?" Edith asked sincerely, avoiding eye contact while closing her book.

Alastor was a man of many words. He had a very extensive vocabulary and always made sure to use good grammar, but this question was one he simply couldn't find the answer for.

He knew why Edith was getting impatient about her brother's absence, they are brother and sister after all. Alastor also wanted to bring the teen back up to see his sibling who relied on him along for such long a time, however he just couldn't do that if Samuel couldn't be trusted...

But then again...

"Well, young one, Mimzy did tell me that Samuel was feeling a lot better today. I'd imagine he'll be perfectly healthy very soon."

This statement made Edith feel slightly better and more hopeful that she'd get to see her brother soon but what Alastor said next caught her attention.

"However, I am slightly concerned for your health, my dear. I want to make sure that you did not catch his illness, if you wouldn't mind of course."

Edith was confused, she felt fine and it had been a while since she had last been near Sam, why would she be sick?

Seeing the girl's visible confusion on her face, Alastor answered the question he imagined she was wondering. "You might not show any symptoms of an illness until late, darling. And if you are indeed sick, we don't want dearest Samuel to get better and immediately get sick again, do we?"

Edith trusted Alastor and she trusted his judgment. He was an adult of course, a very smart man. He knew what he was talking about and knew what was best.

"O-Okay, Alastor." The girl said, smiling timidly.

The man's eyes and smile narrowed as he quickly stood up, startling Edith. "Splendid! Come with me then, little belle!" He exclaimed, holding his hand out.

Edith left her book on the seat as she took Alastor's hand who led her into the kitchen, putting her in front of the sink.

"Now then, what I would lie for you to do is wash your hands very thoroughly." He said before sliding a small metal step stool in front of the girl, picking her up and putting her on it, almost impatiently.

As soon as Edith was on the step stool, Alastor turned and began to walk out of the kitchen, confusing the girl. "Where are you going?" She asked curiously.

Alastor turned back to her with a very large smile on his face. "Not to worry, my dear! I will be back in just a few moments, I promise." He answered before exiting the kitchen.

Edith shrugged this off as she rolled her sleeves up and turned on the faucet. The water was cold but considering it was quite chilly outside, that was to be expected. Luckily for her, Alastor had the stove on which was making the room nice and warm so it was just her hands that got cold as she interacted with the water.

She picked up the off-white oval shaped bar of soap and lathered her hands with it, giggling slightly as she saw the bubbles form on the backs of her hands. Edith liked bubbles. She never really washed her hands before she met Alastor but now, she loved washing her hands because it meant she got to play with the bubbles the soap formed.

As she was rinsing the soap away, Alastor came back into the room with what appeared to be a small sewing needle, a small glass vial, a napkin, a bandage, and a bottle that said 'Medicinal Liquor'.

Edith's eyebrow raised as she saw what he was holding. "What's that?" She asked, shaking the water off her hands.

"Well darling," Alastor started, setting the materials down on the counter. "in order for me to tell if you're sick or not, I must take a small sample of blood from your finger."

Edith can't remember ever having been to a doctor before so she was rather anxious about what was going to happen.

Alastor took note of this.