Alrighteh! Chapter two dooone! It might be a bit long, but I hope you all love this so far! I am liking the idea of eventual phan (Nothing dirty or anything like that, who do you think I am? Haha) I think it will be very meaningful for the story's message and will be real sweet.

This one's from Dan's point of view and we get to see what on earth has been happening on the outside of what seems like Phils subconscious... Woo. =^.^=

Tick, Tick, Tick. Goes the clock.

The clock in question that sat in the dreary apartment provided a consistent and rhythmic drumming against the ears of the only source of life in the room. However despite the strangely tensioned silence that emitted from the being, the sound of the clock now became to only form of comfort for the figure that stood alone. The only thing that would remain and never change, that would watch everything move yet never move itself, not even after all ended...time never did slow for anyone.

Yet it felt like it had stopped for Dan.

The dimly lit apartment revealed little of its contents, merely the shape of a bed, a dresser and several drawers. The window sat wide open, letting in the cold, night air. Dan stood, half hunched over, palms flat against the wall furthest from the furniture, close to the door. The keys to their apartment door had left a small, black scuff mark in the wall where it had been thrown out of anger against it, now it remained in the middle of the multi coloured duvet that covered the pale mattress that sat upon the bedframe with the now dark brown rivulet that had once been bright red painting one edge of what Dan's closest friend slept on.

'Or used to.'

At this thought a frail breath left Dan's mouth, he had stopped wandering around his apartment in silence about an hour ago when he realised he wasn't going to sleep tonight. After that point he had found himself leaning against the wall of his flat mate's room, motionless. He had been so for several minutes now, replaying the memories over and over again, as if he were an item without purpose.

"You said that he just...collapsed right?" The nurse's soft voice had seemed so welcoming at the time but after she delivered that piece of news Dan would hear reverberating through his head for the rest of his life, the voice felt like sandpaper against his head.

"I'm so... sorry. Dan was it? I'm afraid that-" She had stopped, glancing back at the room that his friend lay in, the bandages that covered his bruised head stained a pale scarlet after having to cover the wound created when the skull had come into contact with the corner of a bed frame.

"I'm afraid that...Your friend is in a coma, now we're unsure if he'll awaken, these kind of conditions have always had varied outcomes-"

His mind had taken in no more than that. And the memory faded, to be repeated again until the sun rose. Dan felt his body shake a little. His arms gave way and he turned before leaning his back against the supporting structure, slowly losing his balance as he slid down, falling to sit against the wall instead.

"How... the hell could this happen?" He heard his voice echo through the empty, bleak rooms of their home. He brought his palm to his forehead, pulling it back through the dark, oaky coloured strands of his hair. He rolled his eyes towards the open window, half contemplating jumping out. He wouldn't however, he knew this.

He was too much of a coward to do so.

His phone had been receiving none stop calls from others, people who cared about him, attempting to reach out to him. To support him on what had happened. Texts begging him to reply, to explain what had happened. Dan had switched off the device after the fifth call.

All these people seemed so meaningless to him now. He felt a monster thinking it but he felt... nothing. All the faces he remembered rushed past his vision in a blur, merging with each other as for the first time in a long time, Dan could feel himself truly falling apart. He hadn't shed a single tear however, this pain was so much more different from any other. The feeling of sudden fear, that from this point on... he was really feeling the human conundrum that was loneliness.

Maybe tears weren't enough to express such a thing.

"Screw it." Dan attempted to swat the emotion away, his head hung lower and lower, as if he were trying to hide himself. Something was wrong, it didn't feel like Phil was gone forever.

Just missing. Just away, he'd be back. He had to be.

Dan stood as he imagined Phil stumbling through the door, his hair messy, his usual goofy smile plastered across his face as he would explain that nothing had happened... Dan willed it so but of course such a ridiculous thing would never happen.

"Because miracles aren't real Dan. They don't happen to people like us." The young adult heard himself chant this statement, one he remembered saying before... So long ago, the last time he had felt similar to this.

"But mum, she isn't ANYWHERE..?! She can't have gotten out of my room. The door was closed and everything!" Dan felt his eyes widened and tears build up as he saw his mother smile kindly to him, placing her hands through his soft, chestnut hair. "

Oh Dan, she couldn't have gotten far," As the smile upon her lips failed to reach her eyes, Dan could sense the lack of truth behind those words. "I know its been a day already but Suki will turn up, you never know. Miracles do happen."

His mother had hugged him then. The strength in her arms almost choking twelve year old Dan a little as he squirmed. After she rose and left him to his thoughts, Dan remembered the way he had played that sentence over and over in his head..."Miracles do happen, huh?" As he felt his chocolate eyed gaze slowly roll over towards the empty hamster cage that sat on his desk, extension tubes and sections attached to it as if it were some kind of complex system of wire and memory chips, Dan felt his eyes darken.

"Miracles aren't real though are they?" His fist clenched tightly, "Because miracles don't happen to people like me."

Dan, form left shaking after remembering this, padded back absent mindedly to his own room. He closed his eyes, attempting to relive other memories in the vague hope that it would somehow help Phil now. He slumped onto his own bed, feeling the soft welcome of the duvet and pillows, they offered no real sustenance to his thoughts now however. Only the psychical warmth. His eyes lay open, glazed over as they mindlessly washed over his room. The darkness merging with the light leaving no clear view of what he saw.

Dan began to focus his vision onto the center of his room, thoughts gliding pass, barely registering as he finally began to feel something in his eyes. Tears, fast and burning, trickled down his cheeks. They increased as Dan began to let out a small sob. Afraid of being heard by neighbors, Dan fell towards his pillow and buried his face into it, he lay there, cry after pained cry leaving his lips. This couldn't be happening, no, no, no, no, NO. And at the end of it Dan felt himself only saying one thing, something that seem to travel from his mouth to the open window, infecting its sorrow to the outside world:

"Please come back."

Alright, chapter two! I am really hoping this tale turns out the way I want it to. I'm starting to get attached to the idea of these two being a couple so I guess I will make it eventual Phan. I suppose this series wil not be too long, maybe three or four more chapers to go since I don't want to draw this out.

Be ready for chapter three, which I'm kinda excited for. We'll be back experiencing Phil's point of view and I'm gonna do something I guess that is interesting, I think.

Anyway, hope you guys loved this, until the next chapter, Bye!