What are your plans for when your human helper goes to her convention? Are you going along to make sure she doesn't get into trouble? Meet and greet your admirers?
At the moment I am not in your century but because of who I am, I still maintain the ability to communicate with you. My human helper has begged me to attend this dratted conference and I might put in an appearance however brief. Should you feel lips pressing aganist your neck or the flight press of fang know that it is I Adam Omega and do not fear. My taking a sip of your blood will be my gift to you. If I'm not bored to death (no pun intended) I might even ask you to dance. Look for me. I'll be there.