Dan's POV
Phil, you said you'd be back by 3. Its 3:30. All I have is a text saying that he would be a few minutes late. I guess I can't complain, he did warn me.
I started for the kitchen to start making dinner. What can I make without burning? I can try to make pasta. I set the pan of water on the stove, waiting for it to boil. Here comes the real desion. What shape pasta? Almost every box is open because Phil only makes half a box so we don't have a crap ton of leftovers. Being the indecicive person I am, I took a handfull of pasta from each box and thew it into the pot. Bow-tie pasta, the swirly tube shaped noodles, macaroni noodles, the twisty ones, and some Christmas shaped raindow pasta too.
I was closing the pantrey as I heard a huge crash outside. A massive pile up down the street was clogging up all the traffic. A bus was despratly trying to slam on the breaks, but it was to late. Before it crashed, I saw a lick of silver moving across the top of the bus. Phil's astronaut coat.
I sprinted out onto the street, forgetting a coat, shoes, and the pasta on the stove. When I got to the crash site, there was already fire engulfing the bus. Was the coat reflective enough to keep him safe? Dan, of course it isn't. Is my baby okay?
Dan, don't think like that. You are straight.
And so is Phil.
Ambulances and fire trucks started swarming the site and extinguishing the fire. Some people from the crowd surrounding the crash started to jump into the rubble to look for survivors. I joined in the search, but only Phil was on my mind.
