What's this...? He suddenly sends me a text saying he can't drop in at the office today and is suddenly unreachable?
I felt a sense of dread wash over me as the prior drowsiness was now replaced by a feeling of anxiety. I paced my living room floor, dialing his number a few more times until the caller service suddenly notifies me that he was unreachable.
What...? Did he turn off his phone? No... Did something happen to him? Was I too rough? Did he past out cold after returning home? Could he be taking a break because of me?
Instead of letting my worries take the best of me, I decided that it was better to investigate what had happened on my own. Though there was the chance that Doyle would be taking care of him...
Tsk! No, I doubt he can do much with his hands like that anyways. Hmph... Serves you right for messing with my nose. At least it has healed pretty well.
