It has been a manic few days, to say the least. Now free of the bodyswapping curse, Viatorus had been taking time to enjoy being back in his own body. The texts are unexpected, and firstly remind him that he should visit Amelia. Then the ominous tone comes through and concern starts to grow.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

He stops to get a bouquet of flowers, white and yellow, along the way. Much like Amelia suggested, he finds himself in a strange, yet familiar place. Double checking the texts, and making sure his hair isn't sticking out, he nervously knocks on the door and hopes it's the right one.