Stefan paced back-and-forth next to his car as he waited for a notification to come through on his phone – a text, a call, anything – to confirm what was happening. It had to be the one way he'd travelled out of town that everything went to Hell; the one day he wasn't around to help.

He was worried – scrap that, scared – about what that cryptic text he'd received was referring to... And no-one was picking up their phone.

For all he knew, everyone he cared about could be dead, but something told him to stay put and wait. Something told him to give it a chance, to trust his friends could handle whatever it was. They'd insisted he take this trip, after all, and the message could have been a typo... Maybe.