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The cold man walked Dan to the interrogation room at a brisk pace and shoved him down roughly onto an uncomfortable wooden seat. He then left saying only "sit" which to Dan seemed a tad pointless since he was already.

Dan looked around the room; it was a box room, four stone walls, a stone floor and ceiling too with a singular light above the desk he was sitting at and a CCTV camera in the corner of the room. Dan looked at it, wondering who was watching him. It made him feel guilty and uncomfortable even though he was fairly sure he hadn't done anything wrong.

There was a long blackout window on one of the walls, which Dan was sure contained a few officers that were obviously looking straight at him. The man that brought him there sat down heavily at the other side of the table, as if he did this sort of thing every day. Dan decided to brave the man's silent presence and asked "when are we going to start?" The man just gave Dan a blank stare as he replied "we're waiting for someone" in a monotonous voice and he looked away again.

Dan just looked around, desperately trying to avoid eye contact with this fearsome man. After what seemed like an age of one of the most awkward silences known to man the door creaked open to reveal another officer, she sat down in the chair next to the big burly one whose name Dan did not yet know. "Could you take any loose items on your person and place them on the table please Mr..." she left the sentence hanging and Dan, grateful for any excuse not to sit in silence said quickly "Howell, Dan Howell."

"I assume that's short for Daniel, right?" after Dan nods she just laughed to herself. "Well that much is obvious, Mr Howell. My name is Ms Baker and this is my co-worker, Mr Jacobs, we're here to ask you a few questions. Is that okay with you?" Another nod. Ms Baker bared pearl white teeth and tilted backwards on her chair to retrieve some papers from the table behind her, one that Dan hadn't seen before. While Ms Baker was examining the papers, Mr Jacobs just stared at Dan with his ice blue eyes.

As soon as Dan registered Mr Jacobs' eyes his thoughts went straight to Phil, though their eyes were a similar colour his held none of the warmth or comfort that Phil's did, they were cold and heartless. Dan squirmed in his seat. "Uhh, sure" Ms Baker smiled and pulled a pen out of a very well concealed pocket Dan hadn't noticed before. "If you could give us your address and date of birth, and is Howell spelt with one l or two?" she asked. Dan answered, still trying to avoid the terrifying gaze of Mr Jacobs. He wasn't sure why he was so nervous

"I-I live on 7 Open Street, in London. Umm... I was born on June 11th 1991 and my... last name is spelt with two l's." Dan's speech was peppered with pauses and stutters. *I wish PJ and Chris are with me* he thought nervously *then this would be at least a little bit bearable.* "Ok, thank you for that, can you tell us if you know where Phillip Lester was headed on the morning of Friday the 11th and what your connection is to him?"

She flashed a small smile in his direction and her pink pen scribbled furiously against the papers so fast Dan thought they would rip.

"Yeah, umm Phil was going to visit his parents, we share a flat and the last time I heard from him was at the train station" Dan said in a rush. He just wanted to get this over with; these people were making him unbelievably uncomfortable.

"Is there anything else, relationship wise between you and Mr Lester?" asked the woman, she almost leered at him as if to say 'I dare you' Dan faltered. "I, uh, I- "

"Spit it out!" came the growling voice of Mr Jacobs.

As it was the first time that he had spoken since Ms Baker entered the room, Dan was shocked.

All of this pressure scared Dan and it made him loose his train of thought as he focussed on the wall behind the interviewers and blanked out. "Well?" An aggressive voice popped the trance-like state he was stuck in and Dan stuttered an answer out of his shaking mouth. "We're... just... friends" he managed to ground out, no matter how painful he thought it to be. It would only hurt him more if he said that they were lovers.

Mr Jacobs sneered, "Like hell you are" but they let it drop and the investigation continued, all the while Dan's heart was aching, he had denied his relationship with Phil

Should he tell him? If they ever find him that is. NO! he told himself.

Don't think like that! Another question brought him back to reality "and when did you first realise Mr Lester was missing?" Asked Ms Baker. Dan thought for a minute, he didn't think he'd been this stressed in his life before. He chose his words carefully. He didn't know why he was reluctant to talk to the police, they were supposed to be helping him, it's just there two, they seemed so, so terrifying.

She's actually scarier than he is. He found himself thinking.

Dan wringed his hands together as he tried his hardest to make sure it ended as quickly as possible "I realised he was missing when I walked into the police station, but I had a feeling of it after the attack..." Dan's eyes widened as he watched both the investigators got interested and leant forward on their wooden seats. "What attack, Mr Howell?" Ms Baker said with a wide eyed expression. Even Mr Jacobs looked intrigued. "A few hours after Phil left, someone attacked the flat" Dan brought his hands up and ground them into his eyes, trying to stifle the tears that were trying to flow again.

"He was my father."

It was getting light again, Phil had been tied to the chair all night and now his joints were aching. He hadn't been able to move, let alone sleep, his wrist was throbbing with a dull and constant pain. He didn't dare look at it. His neck ached too, whatever time he had managed to drop off his neck lolled to the side and he woke up sore and tired. He was just thankful it hadn't rained.

The wounds where the ropes cut into his bare skin were open and scabbing over and he shivered. He was so cold. His already pale skin was turning bruised and had a blue tinge to it.

If anyone's looking for me. Can you please, please hurry and for the first time since he was captured. Phil cried.

He didn't care, tears may be a sign of weakness to some but he was beyond taking notice of what other people thought. The silent tears carved eternal trenches down his dirt and grime ridden face, making it obvious to anyone who saw that he was crying. Saw him, not heard him... For his tears were silent, they weren't tears of pain; they were tears of loss, fear, hurt. Throughout the entire night one thought had chased itself constantly around his head as he looked up at the slowly brightening sky. Dan. Where is he now? Is he alright? Phil hoped so: he didn't know what he'd do if he lost Dan.

If he got through this there would be no more hiding it. He loved Dan. And he would let the world know. And he wouldn't care what they say.