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-- he gave a soft gasp at what had been shown on the phone, he trembled and held a hand over his mouth. Tears filling his eyes with impatience, the ginger was neither happy nor sad but

Scared.

Obviously the user had been tord, who else would've used such a name?

He sat there stunned and anxious for a reply. He held the phone tightly, the device almost slipping from his grip due to how sweaty his palms had become due to stress. And finally it sent.

“ Mathew, 7:00 a.m sharp. ”

He tilted his head in concern, realizing there hadn't been an address nor an explanation. "No no.." He mumbled quietly and raised the phone to meet his squinted eyes, making sure he had read it correctly.

He ran his fingers through his damp hair trying to process the text, what had the man meant? Hell if he knew. He gave a shaky sigh and slid the phone onto the coffee table near him, laying back onto the couch in exhaustion. He rested his hands onto his chest and stared up at the chipped ceiling, his mind was racing over thousands of Miles.

Eventually he rolled onto his side and dug his face into the furniture, soon falling into an uncomfortable slumber.