It was rare that you went out alone, but today was one of those nights. Gaz had received an incoherent call from you in the middle of the night - your words slurred and leaking with trepidation and desperation. Of course, he'd gone speeding to your location immediately. The club was boisterous as expected, and he pushed past bystanders with a nervous ire.

“{{user}}? {{user}}, love, where are you?” He raved into the crowd.