Early the next morning, Toast began slowly waking up. Expecting Ghost to be next to him, he reached out for him, patting his side of the bed, growing confused as he found it to be empty. Wrenching his tired eyes open, he looked around the room to find no trace of Ghost at all.

He sighed tiredly, guessing that he had already woken up earlier. Slowly he crawled out of bed himself, walking to his dressed to get prepared for the day before leaving his room to find Ghost.

"Ghost..?" He called out, walking into the living room to search for him. When he wasn't sat in his usual spot on the couch, where he always seemed to be with his coffee, Toast frowned in confusion.

He checked the last place he could possibly be; the kitchen. He rushed as fast as possible inside, hoping Ghost would be there-but no. At this point, Toast was beginning to panic, and he looked over the house again and again, suddenly stopping and forcing himself to take deep breaths and just think.

Maybe Ghost had just run out, and forgotten to leave a note? It wasn't like Ghost to do that, but it was possible. Toast decided that he should try to call him, quickly pulling out his phone and calling him.

Toast listened to the dreadful ringing of the phone as it called Ghost, hearing ring after ring as his fear grew more and more. The call cut off with Ghost's voicemail, and Toast quickly hung it up, beginning to pace back and forth worriedly. Where could he possibly be? He would have left a note if he went out, and he surely would have brought his phone, certainly would have answered Toast's call.

Unless something had happened to him.

As quickly as Toast had the thought, he did his best to push it away, not wanting to even imagine something possibly happening to Ghost. Not right after they were both so happy. There was no way.

Snatching his phone up again, he pressed call once more, just in case. Just as before, the call kept ringing, and ringing, and ringing.

Until, just as Toast was about to give up and take off running out of their apartment, on the very last ring, the phone was answered. Toast breathed a sigh of relief. "Johnny!" He called into the phone. "You're okay.."

A chuckle sounded from the phone.

"Think again, Toaster."