After having a panic attack on the ground Virgil attempted to think of a solution. He looked to his left and then to his right. Because of his tears he hadn't seen the world around him as he ran. Now he didn't know where he'd come from. Virgil shakily stood up, using a fence to support himself. He was always told when he was younger to stay in the same place but Patton didn't know where he had went.

Shit. Patton.

Patton would have no clue where to look for him. Virgil felt panic that he would be lost forever grow inside of him. He took a deep breath and tried to push it away. Virgil thought for a second.

If when he had fallen and the road that was now to his right was in front of him that would mean that mean that he came from the left.

Virgil took off in the direction of where he thought he came from. After walking for what seemed forever Virgil had to sit down. After he was able to rest for a little bit Virgil continued on.

After another hour of walking Virgil came to downtown. He looked to the large clock. It was four am. Virgil hugged himself and sat down again. He didn't know where Patton's house was relative to the large clock.

How far had he gone? Did he pass by here while he was sprinting? Or had he gone in the totally wrong direction?