There was something about the way he just felt wrong as he walked through the streets, like he was a piece of a puzzle shoved in the wrong space. Maybe even the wrong puzzle entirely. It was the way the watch on his right hand seemed to tick away time rather than just tell him what time it was. It was the way that newspaper sat on the diner counter said February 10, 2007 rather than February 10, 2014.

Phil all but ran to the small diner's bathroom, slamming one of the cubicle doors open. The second his knees connected to the harsh cold of the tile, he heaved, throwing up everything he had eaten in the past day. His head was spinning and his body ached as he lay against the toilet seat. The twenty seven year old could bet his life on the fact when he had woken up that morning it had been 2014. That his best friend had been still sleeping in his room while Phil made coffee and cereal, settling down on the couch and pulling up endless Tumblr tabs.

He could also bet his life on the fact he couldn't even remember how he got here. Sitting on the couch one minute, in a completely different time and area the next. That's how it went with nothing in between.

Phil took another glace at the watch, it's largest hand set on the one hour mark. The watch had points set for an hour, forty-five minutes, thirty minutes, ten minutes, and one minute. If only he knew what the damn thing was counting down for, he might be able to get a move on with whatever it is he was supposed to do.

Deciding it was pointless to sit around wallowing in self pity, Phil stood shakily off the ground and walked back into the main part of the diner. Sitting down at the counter, he ordered a black coffee in an attempt to chase away the lingering drowsiness left by his panic attack earlier. The woman serving him tried many times to start a conversation with him but the black haired man couldn't bring himself to reply to anything she said. The last thing he cared about was the weather or some football game on the telly. Not only did he have the watch to worry about, but he had Dan. Phil had no idea where his friend was or if he was okay. It's possible the younger hadn't joined him on this little adventure but if he had, where was he?

Dropping a few bills down on the counter and pulling his plaid jacket over his shoulders, Phil walked out of the diner. He didn't have a clue where to go or what to do. It was clear that the older would be wandering around for quite a while.

"Excuse me," Phil said, coming up behind a middle aged man who had been walking the darkened streets. He turned and gave the taller an irritated look. "Could you tell me the time?"

"2:24 a.m." He replied, immediately walking away.

"Thanks. I guess." Phil responded, continuing on his straight path toward what looked to be a seldom used bridge. If he remembered correctly, he and his old friends from primary school used to spend some time on said bridge. Maybe a little time staring at the sea would give him even the slightest clue what to do.

Phil walked silently through the streets and woods, his mouth twisted upward in a small smile as he recalled Dan's fear of the dark. His poor friend would probably be dead if he were out here with him. Phil threw his hand to his chest and it constriced harshly, tears threatening to pool from his eyes. Everything inside the black haired man was screaming Dan but there wasn't anything he could do to help him. Hell, he didn't even know if he was here with him!

And that's when he found him.

There, standing on the ledge was his best friend, far younger than even the day they had met. He could see the younger shaking as he brought his shoes to the ledge, one tipping slightly off the ledge as if he was testing if he could really do it. Seeing that, seeing Dan about to give up triggered something inside of Phil. It triggered some form of understanding; he knew what he was here to do now.

"What do you think you're doing?" Phil asks, his heart almost stopping as Dan jumped. Knowing their luck, Dan could've just jumped right off the edge.

"Do I know you?" He asked, his face red and tear stained. The question of whether or not to tell him was impossible to answer, and quickly, Phil decided to play the random stranger just passing through card.

"No." Sort of anyway. "Not yet anyway." They had spent the next ten minutes just talking, and within that time, Phil had managed talked Dan off the ledge. The relief he'd felt when the younger sat down next to him was so overwhelming he could have died right then and there. Smiling lightly as Dan fished through his pockets, Phil took a slight glace at the watch, his eyes widening as he read five minutes.

"Put your number in. I think I want to get to know you a little better." Phil chuckled and entered in his current number, wanting to make sure he was there for this Dan and much as he possibly could be. Same time or not, this was his best friend and he could never leave him to hurt alone.

"I should probably go." Phil said as his watch signaled the one minute mark. He stood off the ledge, walking toward the edge of the bridge.

"I'm going to see you again, right?" Dan called after him almost desperately, like he couldn't bare the thought of not seeing the other again. Phil smiled and turned back toward the other.

"Of course you will." And with that, he continued his walk away from his friend, tears rolling down his pale cheeks. Please be okay until you find me again.

"Are you eating my cereal again?"

This was requested by Twinkletoes626! She also requested I do a story based on this idea where Phil goes into different points in Dan's life when he's upset and conforts him. I think I'm going to do that too :)