The buzzing alert stirs Viatorus from his light sleep. He almost passes over it except for the second text. Somewhere in his mind he starts to think that if someone is texting him this much at whatever hour it is, it must be important.

Amelia's messages confuse him, which isn't difficult in his fuzzy-brained state. He sits up, rubbing his eyes as he texts back:

Did what?

Well, he's awake now, he might as well get up. Slowly. Very, very slowly while he waits for the reply.