"Whelp, time to retire for the evening." An old chipper man spoke to the dead as if they would reply back. He grabbed his black hat and pea green coat as he walked out into the abandoned hallway. "Night, all." He called as he locked the door and left. Little do he know of the miracle and horror that would unfold next.
Dan awoke with a deep pain in his neck and little sense of where he was. "My head." He moaned to himself as he tried to sit up. His forehead greeted a solid object that made a metallic thunk as he hit it. "Fuck." He groaned as the headache intensified.
"Dan?" Phil called back in reply somewhere close. Dan's attention snapped to Phil's muffled voice.
"Phil?" He asked in the narrow tube of metal.
"Dan. Thank God." Phil sighed with relief as he tried to wriggle around without luck.
"Do you have any idea where we are at?" Dan asked as he too tried to find room to breathe.
"No, but I want to get out. Now." They both heard the panic in Phil's voice as claustrophobia set in.
"Phil, listen to me. We are going to get out of this." Dan promised. "Plus, I don't think this metal is really even that thick." Dan felt the huge dent he had left with his skull.
"Really?" Phil asked unconvinced as he tried to lift his leg up enough to kick out. Dan did the same and was successful as he made another huge dent, this time with his feet.
"Phil, it's working!" Dan called excitedly as he enlarged the dent with another swift kick. "Is this stuff even made out of metal?" He asked himself as the kicks came faster and the dent widened. Phil mustered all his strength not to let the tightness of this hold freak him out as he kicked. The dent he made was much larger than he had expected but he was too excited at the thought of freedom to care about the price of the damage.
A loud bang echoed as the door to Dan's drawer fell. He used his arms to guide the track and his shelf outward towards the industrial light. He jumped down and looked around for Phil. Just as he spotted it, Phil kicked out the door swiftly. Dan rushed over and pulled his drawer out. Phil scrambled out and was about to give Dan a 'Thank God we're alive hug' when Phil realized with horror.
"Dan, we're naked." Phil blushed awkwardly and turned around as did Dan. Dan noticed a couple of sheets on the floor and hand one to Phil blindly as he wrapped the other around his waist like a towel.
"Phil?" Dan's voice rose an octave as he asked the question.
"Yeah Dan?" Phil had the same kind of panic in his voice as well.
"Do you realize where we are at right now?" Dan backed away slowly from where he had escaped from towards the center of the room.
"I-I-I think I do." Phil answered, mimicking Dan's movement without really even realizing it. They both glanced in a frantic manner around the room. With horror as they both came to the conclusion that they were naked in a morgue in the middle of the night. Dan began to pace around the room to figure out what the hell was going on. But pacing never helps, it only made your heart rate increase and panic more quickly. "Dan?" Phil asked, causing Dan to thankfully stop. Dan looked up in answer. "Do you remember anything?"
"I remember you." Dan answered automatically.
"I mean recently." Phil pressed, slightly annoyed and flattered all at the same time. Dan shut his eyes and ground a fist into the side of his head because he found it suddenly impossibly hard to recall anything. Phil instantly thought of Winnie the Pooh seeing Dan think so hard. Suddenly, it came to Phil. "We're in America." Dan's head snapped up as he began to recall as well.
"We're in Milwaukee for a-a-a..." Dan began grinding a fist into his skull again.
"A convention? No a fan, multiple fans, asked us to come." Phil added piecing the puzzle together.
"And today, we were texting someone we knew already from here, to get directions. But who?" They both figured it out at the same time.
"Vicky!" They cry out together in happy relief.
"But that doesn't explain why we are in a morgue at night." Phil stated leaving the part out about them both being naked for the sake of trying not to make it anymore awkward than it already was.
"Maybe Vicky knows." Dan suggested, ignoring the slight turn on he felt when Phil ignored the elephant in the room fact.
"Do you have a phone or a number?" Phil asked crossing his arms expectantly.
"No, it was just a suggestion." Dan muttered then his eyes were drawn to something. He approached Phil at raptor like speeds as he grabbed Phil's arm.
"Dan? What are you-?" Phil nearly stumbled backwards into the cold examining table when Dan flipped up his hand revealing Sharpie written words. They read simply: Meet at home base. V.
"Vicky." Dan whispers excitedly at such another helpful clue. Phil then flips Dan's hand up to reveal his own message: Talk to no one. V.
"Mysterious." Phil states in one of his many amusing voices and let's go of Dan's hand.
Dan notices something with his name on it and moves towards it. It is a big bag labeled: Howell, Daniel. Twenty-four British. Last possessions. For family only. He sees Phil's hanging next to his and reads basically the same information except the name and age are different.
"Phil?" Dan calls turning back with the bags in both hands. Phil looks up and reads the labels. Dan then concludes what they both had been thinking all along but were too terrified to say it. "I think we died."
