Hello Internet ✹ Phan

Nine

The next day...

I woke, curled up in blankets. Sitting up, I realized I was shirtless, but wearing the same pyjama pants.

I rubbed my eyes and stood up, seeing a note left.

Dear darling,
I've gone to town to the supermarket. I'll be back by eleven.
Love you xoxo
-Phil

Well that explains why he's not in bed.

I got dressed and left the bedroom to get some breakfast. While pouring some cereal and milk into a bowl, I realized what time it was.

Half past noon.

I instantly started to panic. He said he would be back by eleven and it was long past eleven o'clock. I called his phone.

No answer.

I decided to call his brother, Martyn.

"Hello?"

"Hey Martyn, it's Dan."

"Oh hey man, how are you?"

"Well... That depends. Have you seen or heard from Phil today?"

"Um no. Is something wrong?"

"I woke up to a note, saying he'd be back by eleven. It's nearly one and he's not back. He didn't answer his phone and I'm worried sick."

"Dan, Dan, calm down, man. I'm on my way over, okay? We'll get this taken care of soon." Martyn said. He sounded worried, but confident that his brother was okay.

/

He showed up twenty minutes later and I was sat in the living room, curled up in the fetal position. I didn't get up, but he had a key that Phil gave him for emergencies.

"Hey." I said when he walked in.

"Still nothing?"

"No.." I cried, burying my face in my knees.

"Dan, it's gonna be okay."

"How the fuck do you know that?" I snapped. "There are people out for blood when it comes to the two of us."

"We have to stay positive." Martyn rubbed my back. "People may be against you and Phil, but there are good people in England. If something happened, he's going to be fine."

"Can we try calling again?" I looked at him.

"I'll dial." Martyn stood, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

"Phil, where are you? Dan called me, saying you were supposed to be back an hour ago."

He sat back down. "No answer, but I left a message."

Fuck.

"Can we go looking for him? Martyn, I'm really scared."

"Come on." He led me to his car and we drove into town, to the supermarket Phil said he was going to be at.

"Wait.." He parked and said. "Isn't that his car?" He pointed to a tow truck, pulling Phil's car past the parking lot.

"Shit, yes it is. Oh God... What's going on?" I hyperventilated.

"Dan... It's okay. Settle down."

/

We followed the truck to the police station uptown and went inside after we parked.

"Hi, how can I help you?"

"Hi, my name is Martyn Lester and my brother's car was just towed here. We were wondering what the reason was for it to be towed."