Phil's POV
I ran home desperately trying to get to Dan. My eyes were dripping tears rapidly, soaking his face. I was full out running trying to get home as fast as he could. I couldn't stop picturing what exactly he would come home to. I barged through the door. Nothing. "Dan!" I yelled. He was running up the stairs. "Daniel!?" Dan wasn't anywhere to be found. I ran to the bathroom. No one. I was sobbing even harder now. I ran through Dan's door and stopped. I couldn't breathe, cry, or move.
