He gnawed his lip and gripped the steering wheel so tight his knuckles went white for the long drive in the darkness. He had to wind the window down an inch on both driver and passenger sides so the winter breeze would keep him alert.
Even with the cold nip from the window his stomach felt so full of knots he could spew. Too wound up for the memories his mix tapes would reignite he opted for the safety of Radio 2 with its selection of various eighties hits that played through the early hours.
It was a relief the roads were so empty, he managed to make the journey to Bristol in just over four hours. It was still four hours of muscle tensing worry, agonising about his May. He stumbled out of his car and almost fell to the ground as he tried to use those limbs that had been so strained. He regained his composure and took a further twenty minutes trying to locate the exact building her room was in. He chain smoked as he scoured the halls of residence blocks silently panicking that be had it all wrong and had over reacted to a wrong a number. It might not have been her that called, he could be making a serious mistake and be a most unwelcome visitor.
Finn had almost talked himself out of his mission by the time he found Rae's building. He looked up observing all the windows in darkness. He was going to retreat but noticed the front door was ajar. He knocked on the door and it opened a little further. He stepped in and noticed there was a landing light on up the stairs. He headed in that direction and found he was on the floor where Rae's room was. Her door was also ajar and Finn felt an eerie sense of foreboding as he approached the dark silent room. His hands were clammy and his heart was hammering in his chest as he knocked on her door and croaked out her name.