I was out for a walk, and when I stopped at a cafe, it wasn’t in my purse.
DUN DUN DUNNN
So I freaked out. I walked very quickly back to my apartment in the hopes that it was there. It was not.
I retraced the steps of my entire walk, which was pretty freaking long to begin with.
It wasn’t nearly this happy but as a Who fan I think I’m required to use a 500 miles gif when talking about walking now.
It was exhausting, and there was no sign of my phone.
I had some friends call it, and I used the FindMyiPhone app, which… didn’t work. Nonetheless, I kept sending messages to it. Every ten minutes or so. I kind of hoped that if someone had stolen it it would annoy them into submission.
“NO THIS IS PATRICK!”
Nope.
“Nope.”
I moped my way through Japanese class, to the point where Sensei was worried I was ill.
Guhhh
Then I went home and tried to cheer myself up, still vainly checking my email.
:(
I watched a lot of Whose Line.
It helped a bit.
Then I binged on Torchwood fanfics.
This is canon dialogue from the show, actually.
I kept reaching for where my phone usually is on my nightstand only for it to not be there.
“There are no phones!”
BUT THEN
My friend instant message’d me!
Scarabsi: SOMEONE FOUND YOUR PHONE
Scarabsi: HELLO
Scarabsi: WHERE ARE YOU
Me: WHAT?
Me: WHAT??
Me: WHAT
omgomgomg
I was so excited, I couldn’t wait for her to email me. Turns out she’d picked it up before I’d even noticed it was missing. And she heroically saved it from being hit by a truck.
I don’t have any gifs of trucks, just heroes.
So now I’m all giddy about it.
…There may have been some happydancing.
This girl. She is my hero.
These girls are also my heroes.
And they all lived happily ever after.
The End.
Epilogue: My legs hurt.
