The Hangover. Whatta movie.
I don't own it though.
I picked up my phone hoping it would be Doug. He had been gone for two days, with zero evidence of where. I kept telling myself IT had happened again, and he was probably in some city trying to find out what had happened the night they went missing.
But this time, there was no bachelor party for IT to happen at. And if IT had happened, Phil whould have called by now.
Phil always calls when IT happens.
It wasn't Doug on the phone, it was Phil.
"Let me guess, did it happen again?" I said, annoyed and relieved all at the same time.
"You could say that."
"Ok, what happened?"
"The worst thing that could possibly happen. Ever."
"Trying to get someone out of a well."
"In a well."
"How much have you ****** up?
"You will only realise when the Doctor calls you."
"No, a real doctor."
"Phil, what the hell is going on?"
"Doctor's calling you in 5, 4, 3, 2..."
He hung up. Then the phone rang again.
It was a Doctor.
"I am very sorry to inform you of the passing of your brother Alan. He died along with his friends Stu and Phil.
DUN DUN DUUUUUUUN!