6:58 AM
After Phil woke up a few hours before and made tea, he drank it and just couldn't go back to sleep. He lay in bed scrolling throughout the internet. He just couldn't close his eyes again without seeing Dan's bloodied face. It shocked him everytime he closed his eyes.
The only thing stopping Phil from going out to look for Dan right then and there, was the fact that it was almost 7 in the morning, and he was too delirious still to focus, especially at 7:00 in the morning.
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8:35 AM.
Phil walked down the stairs of his flat. He just couldn't find his galaxy backpack. Where is it? Phil thought, stopping a moment to regather his thoughts. He stratched the top of his head and scrunched his eyebrows together. Where could he have put it?
And then a simple word popped into Phil's mind. Sofa. Sofa...? Sofa?
"Sofa!" Phil's eyes lit up and his eyebrows went up in rememberence. It was on the sofa from where he'd left it the day before. It had made sense...
Phil jogged toward the sofa, and as he neared it, his eyes lit up. He saw the backpack that carried Lion, his phone charger, water, and food.
Phil's hands grasped the bag and unzipped it, gazing into the mostly full bag to see what was all there. His hand brushed around some of the things as he dug around. Everything was okay, and he sighed with relief.
He hadn't brought anything that could spoil in a day. It was mostly crackers and water and candy. That was spectacular for his health, but he didn't exactly care. As long as it could keep his stomach from growling when he didn't feel like paying for lunch, he was perfectly okay with that.
Phil zipped the bag back up and slung it onto his shoulder. With the bag over his shoulder, he jogged up the stairs toward his bedroom to get changed for his day of adventures, also known as finding Dan.
Phil checked his phone battery. It wasn't exactly low. It was at 63% which he didn't understand how since he'd left it unplugged, and on, all night, but he went with that. Phil decided to charge what he could get out of it as he got ready, so he pulled his phone charger from his bag and plugged it into the wall.
He left his phone charger be and rummaged through his wardrobe. He needed to choose a shirt, he just didn't know what to choose. In the end, he chose his shirt with the cat pocket on it because...well he really didn't have a reason. He just greatly fancied the shirt.
Phil threw on another pair of skinny jeans he owned and then went off to the toilet to comb through his hair and fix his eyes.
Phil wandered through the hallway to the toilet and opened the door. When he turned on the light and stepped in, his foot nudged something. It was his torn jeans from the day before. Phil hadn't remembered to go back and collect his clothes from the night before. In his defense, he was under a great amount of stress thinking about Dan, but it was still surely not a good excuse for not being tidy.
Phil still didn't care much, though, because he kicked the clothes toward the corner. It was still just him, which he hoped it wouldn't be for long, but he just didn't have the time, nor interest, of picking those up just yet. He had no one to impress. Phil, you're being lazy. Just pick up the jeans. Phil argued with himself, but his other side had won over, and the small pile of torn and dirty clothes lay there, not being touched.
Phil looked into the mirror. He didn't need to shave yet, but he did need to straighten and comb his hair. It looked a mess. Phil plugged his straightener in, and while he waited for it to heat up, he combed through his hair, making it look semi-presentable and okay to straighten.
