A: Phone
My eyes hurt. Why're everyone's eyes hurting?

[Bonus action for anyone in 769 Bunker Street, Sealand is trying repeatedly to wash his eyes out with water.]

B: park
[Sealand's wandering around the park, though away from any of those moving statues. He saw one of them outside his window while he was at home so he didn't want to stay there, but they seemed to be everywhere now.

He stares down at his feet--and yowls like a cat when he sees them abruptly turn to stone. He falls over a second later.]

C: Outside 769 Bunker
[He'd come crawling home--all but literally, he's so tired. There's a thing in his head that's telling him it'd be fine to just lay down on the lawn. He'd spent his entire walk home arguing with it, but he doesn't really have the energy to do anything else.

Sealand collapses on the ground outside and cries, though to him it looks like there's sand coming out of his eyes.]

D: Outside 769 Bunker

[Now there's a nice dead body outside to go with all those angels.]

[1; Action for 769 Bunker Street and surrounding area]

[Step one: wake up.

Step two: roll over, because no one wakes up when they could be sleeping for five more minutes.

Step three: Wait. This is not his room. Or any room he knows of.

Step four:]

AUUUUUWAAAAAAAGH!



[2; phone]

[Step five:]

AUUUUUWAAAAAAAGH!

[But over the phone. He just kind of mashed the keys, so good morning!]