Phil realized that he needed to get his act together.
He was starting to worry his friends. He'd even begun lying to them. But he didn't know what was going on with him.
It was like reality itself was slipping away from him, and he tried, oh he tried, holding onto it for as long as he could but he couldn't. He just couldn't.
He knew what was going on around him. He knew everything that Dan had said to him, he remembered everything everyone had said and everything everyone had done. But he couldn't.. Hold on. He was there, he was still Phil, but it's like he was trapped inside his own mind, and he wasn't in control of his words or actions anymore. He felt helpless as he watched reality start to slip.
Dan had left to be with his mother. A week after he came back, the first episode happened. They were sat on the couch and they were having a conversation that he couldn't remember. Then he felt this terrifying numbness come over him. He tried asking Dan for help, but his mouth wouldn't open. His limbs weren't working the way they were supposed to. He felt drugged. Over the next two weeks, these episodes became more frequent. Phil tried to do all that he needed to do in order to survive and not get sick, or more sick for that matter, while he was still sane and he had control. But it was becoming difficult.
One of these episodes triggered while he was bathing, and he was hoping and praying to whoever would listen that he would be able to remain upright. Luckily, he had. He'd stop bathing after that. They seemed to be worse whenever Dan was around. He wouldn't just lose control, but he'd get ringing in his ears and a sharp pain in his temples. It was starting to affect him in his good moments, too.
He was losing memory.
And he was losing hope.