phil i know i haven't been home in a few days and i have my reasons just hear me out. these girls, fans may i say, captured me while i was out. the only reason i could send this is bc they accidentally left a computer for me to send this on, sidetracked i guess, but i need you to help find me. i don't know where i am (they won't let me out) all i know is i'm in a flat about 15 minutes away from the Asda i usually go to. thank you phil. i love you. hope to see you soon -Dan
It was in parts because Twitter obviously wouldn't allow anyone to DM someone something that long.
And Dan had said I love you to him...
No it obviously didn't mean anything important. It was just platonic, right? Dan said that to Phil all the time, he just meant it as a best friend. Phil said it to Dan all the time. It was just in a friend, or brotherly way. Platonic.
Phil suddenly wasn't very hungry anymore so he pushed away his Sushi that he'd been eating. Dan...he really was kidnapped. Phil mentally smacked himself in the face. Why hadn't he thought of that. Surely it was a possibility...
Phil had so many questions that Dan's little message, or messages, didn't answer. Not that Dan knew the answer to these questions if Phil could get ahold of him, which he couldn't if he tried. Dan was lucky just to send Phil those few DM's without the girls finding out.
Phil looked to see how long ago they were sent. The time next to the now read message read 3 hours ago.
How the hell was Phil going to find Dan?
4:18 PM
After a few minutes of deciding whether he should try to look for Dan with the new clues he had now, Phil caught a taxi and started to head toward the Asda Dan usually went to when he had to. What was he even buying from there?
"Hiya sir, where to?" The Taxi man asked with a bright smile on his face, though Phil could tell he was missing a few of his back teeth. He was an older fellow, with a small grey beard that hardly went 3 centemeters off his chin. He was pale like Phil, and like most people who lived in England. He must have been around his mid-fifties. "Sir?"
Phil jumped a bit. "What? Oh, Asda." Phil shuffled in his seat a bit and kept rereading Dan's messages. The taxi started to move forward and Phil looked up from his phone to mutter a simple "Thank you." before reading the messages again.
A million questions swirled around in Phil's mind. Fifteen minutes which way? North of Asda? South of Asda? East or west? How many girls? Were they in the phandom? No, of course they were in the phandom, why would teenage girls want to capture Dan if they weren't in the phandom?
If Phil came to rescue Dan would they just keep Phil too?
"Mmm, nice day out t'day." The Taxi driver commented, his window was down, and his arm was right arm was propped up over the side of the vehicle, and when Phil glanced up, he was looking at Phil from the rear view mirror.
Phil nodded his head. "Yeah," he chuckled slightly, glancing back at his phone. He didn't quite feel like conversing right now, he just wanted to read Dan's messages over and over, but he didn't want to be rude. "Very nice."
The taxi driver nodded his head. "Yeah, y'know, 'specially for England." The guy's eyes were back onto the road, which they probably had been for a while now, but Phil didn't notice until just now. "The name's Jim, what's yours?"
"Uh, Phil." Phil said shortly. "Nice to meet you, Jim. I'd shake your hand, but unfortunately you're up there and I'm back here."
Jim let out a small loud laugh. "It's nice to meet you too, Phil." The taxi turned, and Phil glanced out the window. They were almost there. "Almost there." Jim clarified, stating the obvious.
