[That's not a dream anyone needs in their head. Hershel glances up from his book, offering a small smile.]

Morning- evening, I suppose. You weren't out for long, just a few minutes. [Look, he's even trying to contain his fretting like a good friend.] Did I get a chance to show you this? Clive gave me a mystery novel for Christmas, it's quit engaging.

[Distraction mode is a go, he's trying.]