Hope everyone had a pleasant day, Landel? Yeah, we've sure had a pleasant day, no thanks to you. No thanks to Landel's threats, or learning about what happened last night, or Badd being his usual self, or these persistent sick feelings - or just about everything, really.

But at least the day was finally almost over. Now Byrne could stop worrying about what might happen during daylight hours and could now worry about what would happen tonight. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't ignore the possibility that something related to the Institute-wide infection would happen. But what? What would Landel do to screw with them this time? Would he--would he transform them just like the nurses had changed last night? The thought was unbearable, especially when applied to people Byrne cared about (or - dare he think it - himself).

W-well. At least this time they were here with their supplies. They wouldn't be stranded out in the road with a bunch of demonic nurses and magical virgin-eating...never mind.

No matter what happened, it would probably be better (for his health, mainly) if he tackled the night's unknown circumstances on a full stomach. Unfortunately, though, steak looked better than it sounded right now. Byrne sat down at his desk ready to eat, but his stomach suddenly decided it had other ideas. Come on. He was done with not having an appetite thanks to this stupid sickness. Whether his body liked it or not, he was going to have steak, damnit. It could just deal with it.

And so Byrne ended up forcing himself to eat, although anyone with eyes could tell he wasn't enjoying it in the slightest.