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It has been a week since Sean, or more commonly known as Jack, posted a video. Mark had thought nothing of it for the first few days, seeing as everybody has times when they're too busy to upload. Maybe Jack had something important to do. However it wasn't like Jack to miss one whole week without even telling his subscribers.
His twitter was inactive too. No matter how hard Mark tried to contact Jack through Twitter or Skype, Jack did not reply.
Mark felt worried about Jack and he needed to know that Jack's alright.
Mark contemplated calling Jack on his cellphone. As he had only called Jack, or any other youtubers, by Skype. He was worried that he wouldn't get through.
And another thing was that Jack always told him not to call him as his bill would shoot up.
Considering this was an emergency, Mark dialed the string of numbers to contact Jack and pressed call.
Ringing, ringing.
After a while, someone picked up. It was a woman's voice, a clear distinct Irish accent was present in the voice. Mark had heard the voice before but he couldn't remember where.
"Um ... I'm Jack's friend, Mark, is Jack home?" Mark asked unsurely.
"Oh Sean's friend? Oh wait. Let me see if he's in the mood to talk now."
Many things went though Mark's mind. Like 'Why wouldn't Jack be in the mood' And 'Why did the woman's voice sound so familiar'.
"Hello?" A small voice at the end of the line resounded.
"JACK! How are ya buddy? Why haven't u been replying my messages?" Mark said in his usual voice, expecting Jack to reply back in is loud voice.
However, the voice that came back to him was a very small, hesitant whisper.
"It's nothing. I just don't think I'll be able to post anything anymore."
"Huh? Why?" Mark asked, sincerely concerned.
"It's nothin." Jack said. His Irish accent still apparent in his voice.
At least something is still there.
Mark was very worried that something had happened to Jack. Mark tried to think positively, that Jack is just tired and busy with his university life. However, he couldn't stop the thoughts of Jack being in an accident and being badly injured.
Imagining Jack in the hospital with all the wires and tubes connecting him to life. Mark gave himself a scare.
"Is there anything else you need? I really need to get to sleep." Jack said.
"Oh err ... nothing else. I just wanted to know you are alright."
"Yea." Jack dragged, "just tired." He said as if trying to convince himself that that was it.
"Ok then. I'll let you sleep. I keep forgetting our time zone difference." Mark laughed.
"Ok. Bye" Jack hung up.
Mark was very concerned. It's not the usual Jack. This Jack sounded very depressed, broken. He couldn't help but feel a little sad about it too.
Mark considered long and hard, and finally made his decision. He was going to Ireland to see Jack.
There were two problems with this. He didn't know where Jack stayed. And even if he did, did Jack want to see him?
After a while, Mark just decided to buy a ticket to fly to Ireland. He didn't know how he will find Jack, but he would find him.
Through some connections, Mark found where Jack lived and now he was on the way to see Jack. He had packed all the things he needed and he headed to the airport.
~~~~~ time skip ~~~~~
Upon reaching Ireland, Mark went to his hotel and put his stuff down. He flagged a taxi and told the driver Jack's address and on the way to Jack's house he went.
He paid and alighted the taxi. He looked around to see which apartment building would Jack most likely be. Mark knew which building Jack's in but he took the time to look at the style of the buildings. Considering Jack's personality, you would think he would live somewhere which stands out but in actual fact, it was just a normal building. Not too many levels and not too fancy.
He had never been to Ireland before so it was very weird. And being alone in a new country with no one you knew, it was even more awkward. Luckily, the people in Jack's neighbourhood speaks English.
He stood in front of Jack's apartment building and took a deep breath.
"Hey, do you think he's looking for Sean?" Mark heard whispers behind him.
He looked back and saw two ladies looking at him.
He went up to them and asked them "You know Jack? or Sean?"
"Yea. Of course we know him. He's well known around the neighbourhood. Even all the kids know him. They love him actually. But he hasn't really been out of his house for the past week. His parents are now here with him. Such a pity what happened to him." One of the ladies told Mark.
"What? What happened?"
"Oh you don't know?"
"Yea I don't know. That's why I'm here. Jack didn't tell me, so I'm here to find out."
"Oh if Jack didn't tell you, then I don't think we can." the ladies said and waved goodbye.
Mark sighed and now his suspicions about something happening to Jack was right.
Mark went up to the top floor and found Jack's home door. He stood there for a while and he raised his hand. His heard pounding in his chest. What would die behind the door? How would he see Jack? In what state?
He took the step and knocked on the door.