Mike had woken up at sunset, his nose squished against the ceiling again, but this time he had worked out how not to flail around and float out the window. The lack of panic helped a lot. He'd even managed to drift down and grab his phone, which was lucky because not long after that, the awful painful thirst had come back as well. The last time he'd gone through it, he'd tried to attack his little brother, and he had no intentions of doing anything similar in this place. He just needed to get through this... whatever the hell it was.
Distractions had worked the last time. Granted, the distraction then had been Nanook crashing into him, biting his hand and causing him to fall all the way down the stairs, but he'd hoped the phones would help? And they had. Kind of.
So now he was tucked up in the corner of his room, sitting on his ceiling and trying very hard not to go find one of those heartbeats he could hear thundering about inside Pickman while he waited on the blond vampire guy to show up and help. Answering the questions on his phone helped a little. But only a little.