Chase Axford turned to look at the door behind him one

last time, before he picked out his phone from his pocket.

The cold night breeze swept past his face with force, causing him to sneeze. He dialed his father's number immediately.

Chase tapped his right foot on the ground absentmindedly, until his father answered the call.

"Chase my boy!"

He sighed wigh relief once he heard his father's voice.

"How are you doing dad?"

"Nothing much, my boy. ...