•Michael's POV•
I didn't waste a minute.
"Geoff. Are you serious? You're not messing with me?"
"No! Of course I'm not messing with you!" he replied. His yelling lacked an angry tone, which was replaced by a sad one. I had a crying Geoff on the phone.
"Then I need to get to Maine. Now." I replied.
I got out of bed, still holding the phone to my ear, and pulled on my jeans.
"I'm not going to be at work tomorrow. I'm driving to Maine." I finished.
"But-" Geoff began.
"No. If Gavin's still alive, I'm going to get him."
"Good luck, dude." Geoff said with a sniffle, and hung up.
When I pull my phone away from my head, I see a text from Gavin.
'I'm halfway there!'
I yanked on my shirt and ran into the kitchen.
After searching and searching, I found a good bag and loaded it with 'supplies', canned food, clothes, a can opener and bottles and cans of beverages.
Once I had all of my necessities packed up, I ran out to my car and tossed the bag in the back seat.
"Gavin. I'm coming."
I put my key in the ignition, turned on my car, and pulled out of the parking lot.