Who: Herbert and Sammy
Where: The land of texting
When: Late, around 11

The first thing Herbert did when he got home was throw up. He felt like he never wanted to eat anything ever again-- which was not the way to feel when autumn was settling in, but the very thought of food made him want to throw up again. The second thing he did was brush his teeth. Twice. So that was the second and third thing he did. Or did it count as two things, since it was the same thing? His brain felt like it wasn't working quite right.

Regardless, the next thing he did was curl up on the couch and do... nothing. He couldn't. There was nothing to do, because if he started doing anything or thinking anything, he'd go back to remembering that he'd bitten someone's head off.

Then he blinked and suddenly it was an hour later and something was beeping. Or maybe something had been beeping for a long time, and he just didn't notice. He rolled off the couch and followed the sound on all fours to his backpack, and into the front pocket to his new phone, which was flashing at him, too, once he pulled it out.

Phone. He ought to... tell people what happened, oughtn't he? Tell someone. The first person that actually came to mind was probably the last one he ought to contact-- the only one who wouldn't be worried about him. But he was also the only one that he knew was supposed to be going outside that night. Outside, with vampires. He needed to figure out how to send a text.

It took him half an hour of poking around, messing up with his big and unusually clumsy fingers and winding up lost in menus, and giving up on misspelled words, but Herbert finally hit what he thought was the button to send it. Then, exhausted from the effort of trying to think with his poor, foggy, reluctant brain, just settled against the wall beside his backpack and hugged his knees. He just hoped Sammy got it okay.

sammy do not gn outride there are vamphres there

... At least the phone had stopped beeping, somewhere along the way.