5:30 PM.
It had been 5 hours since Dan had left to run a few errands, which Phil figured would take about 3 hours. Phil was starting to get worried because Dan had not so much as texted him in the five hours he'd been gone. You're worrying yourself too much. Phil thought to himself, sighing in exasperation. He could have gotten caught up, don't worry. He's fine.
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10:30 PM.
Now it had been 10 hours since Dan had left the house and not a thing was heard from him. Phil was immensely worried now. His mind raced with the many possibilities that may have happened. Bus Crash? Death? Hospitalized?
He sat by the door, staring at it until his eyes got droopy.
Kidnapping had not crossed his mind even once.
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9:45 AM.
When Phil awoke, he couldn't remember why he was lying by the door. His mind went alert, though when he remembered that Dan never returned home from errands. His heart and mind started racing again. He checked his phone, hoping for a message from Dan. When he glanced at it, his heart sunk. Nothing from Dan. Nada.
Phil raced up toward Dan's bedroom, thinking he could have came in late last night, not wanting to wake Phil who was sleeping by the freaking door. When Phil pushed the door open, he found Dan's bed sheets untouched, still in the condition Dan left them in after he made his bed the morning before.
Phil decided to phone Dan, knowing that it couldn't hurt to try. He took out his phone, scrolled through his contacts, and found Dan's name. He pressed it, and his phone started to dial the number.
The phone rung, and rung, and rung, but there was no answer. Phil left a voice mail.
As he talked, he played with his hair, rubbing his hands through it. "Dan, it's me, Phil. I'd just like to tell you that you haven't been home in almost 24 hours and I'm starting to get worried." He laughed nervously. "Anyways, I- you know what? Call me back when you get this, and if it isn't before..." He trailed off, looking at the clock in Dan's room. "Before 5, I'll call 999." Phil hung up, sighing sadly.
His stomach growled. You can't do nothing on an empty stomach. He thought, sliding his phone back into his pants.
Phil decided to eat cereal. He made his way to the kitchen, closing Dan's door behind him, and poured himself a bowl of his cereal, not Dan's, as he had learned to never do. Ever.
As he ate his cereal, he sat on the couch, worrying about Dan and watching Adventure Time. Every now and then, he checked his phone, making sure he didn't accidentally put it on silent, hoping that Dan had shown something that he was okay. And alive. And not in the hospital.
Every piece of Phil wanted to call 999 and report Dan's absence, but he had told Dan that he would wait until at least 5 o'clock.
Which was what he did...
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5:00 PM.
It was 5:00 PM, and Dan still hadn't shown any signs he was okay. Phil's alarm began to ring, which yes, he had set an alarm for five. He wasn't over-reacting. Was he?
Phil was startled, as he swiped it, making it shut up. He grabbed the remote in his hands, turning the TV down so he could call and report Dan's absence. He had been watching Buffy, which it pained him to turn down, but Dan was more important. Besides, he'd of course seen this episode before. He'd seen them all countless times.
