His heart was pounding. The ringing in his eye could be unbearable at times. Still Phil must go on. The rain poured over London as it turned into morning. Crying Phil rain into the tube, only to escape the rain. Sitting down Phil felt for once at peace. Suddenly there was a buzzing noise in his pocket. Looking down it was down it was Dan. He just posted on Twitter. Usual Dan could honestly be the worst at times. "Should I call him?" Phil thought. No I need to stay strong. It was the morning, Phil was tired.
Phil: Huh. ugh i must have fallen asleep on the tube, but this doesn't look like the tube.
Phil was in a dark room, not tied up nothing. Just on what looks to be pillows? Sitting straight up he hit his head on.. What the ceiling? Ducking down he got up and walked even to the faintest sign of light. Feeling around he put his hand on the door handle and turned. Walking out he realized that he was back at home., but how? He walked out into kitchen almost running into the door.
Phil: Crap.
He looked into the kitchen Dan was "making" breakfast.
Dan: Philly you're awake. U good? I got a call at around 2:40am saying you had fallen asleep on the tube and rode all the way to the last station and back.
Phil: Oh... Umm thanks for getting me.
Dan: Yeah...
Walking to the window Phil noticed that Dan had made pancakes and eggs.
Dan: go sit in the lounge Phil, turn something on. I'll bring food in.
Phil: k.. I'll go turn on Big Hero 6. *Cheeky smile*
Dan: Ha! K have fun with that.
Walking into the lounge Phil turned on the TV. Hmm. Let's see ...
