Eventually Phil began to tire, what he needed more than anything right now was a cup of coffee, he whipped out his iPhone and found the nearest Starbucks. He left the park and followed the route given to him by his trusty (sometimes) Google Maps app.
After what seemed like hours Dan removed his head from the table, rubbed the red mark that he had presumed would appear and stretched. Before leaving Dan ordered himself one more coffee for the journey home. Home? Would it even be home without Phil? His thoughts resembled those of someone in love...Was he in love with Phil? No, no he couldn't.
He walked out onto the street and took a sip of his coffee, mmm...Cinnamon, Phil's favourite, he wished Phil was with him now...The more he thought about it the more logical it seemed, he was in love with Phil...
Dan started to run, he couldn't stop he needed to find Phil, sleep didn't matter neither did going 'home' not until he found Phil. The streets were dark and his paces became faster and faster until all he became aware of was the sound of his trainers against the Tarmac and his rapid breathing.
Phil was concentrating on his iPhone...He couldn't make out what the map was showing him, which street was he on, he was completely lost.
Before he could even look up to find a road sign something collided with him, knocking him off his feet completely. A sharp pain pierced through his spine as his smacked into the Tarmac. He couldn't even scream in pain, the last thing he remembered was hearing a "Fuck." from a familiar voice before everything went black.