[ It's similar, the texture of it. Thick and rough and maybe not washed as recently as it ought to have been, with tiny missed bits of leaves still there in it. Trevor reaches his free hand up unsteadily. He can't quite manage the precision of movement needed to stroke Alucard's hair, but he just about manages letting his hand flop down on the top of his head. ]

We're not dead. [ He confirms, because that's the only true, positive thing that could be said about this. ]

Away from the road. It's about a quarter-mile, but there's a bit of land that's no good for farming. Shouldn't- [ Shit, talking hurts. ] -shouldn't be anyone there.

[ As for what'll happen if the castle comes here without a building to inhabit, that's going to have to be something they figure out as they go along. He needs to go somewhere to treat this thing, and anywhere nearby has suddenly become wildly unsafe. ]