The lungfish was startled and relieved to hear the opening of a door across the hall. Perhaps help was on the way. He balked, however, upon seeing that it was Alger who emerged. Yet his fear of the naga was temporarily relegated to the back of his mind in light of the desparation of the situation.<br/><br/>"Alger!" he gasped, his voice conveying the panic his inhuman body and face could not. The fish babbled in his attempt to convey the situation as quickly as possible. "It's-- It's awful! Ya--Yashoku, he--I saw him--I was trying to open my door to move the suitcases and... He came up to this room; the purple wolf lives here. The door was closed. But he--Yashoku--he went up and his shadow like crawled under the door and... and his body just vanished. And whatever magic he used, it must be evil. I didn't--I can't hear or see anything on the other side of the door anymore. Nothing. I've been pounding on this door and demanding to know what's happening for minutes... But nothing. No response. Ignoring me! But what is he doing?! I want to know! And the wolf! It's got to affect him! I have to stop it! But I don't--I don't know. I don't..."<br/>He trailed off, trembling from the frenzy he'd worked himself into. He looked at Alger expectantly, hoping now that he was here that everything would be okay.