Before the storm.

You finally decide to shake off this, or at least try to, and run inside, taking your phone with you.
You dial his parents, and on the second ring, they answer.
"Hello?" You shakily ask into the phone.
"Hello Aubrey." Jake's father responds in a monotone voice. A weary, tired sound.
"Do you know where he went last?"
He pauses for a minute, almost as if he were biting his tongue.
"All we know is he left a note. The one we showed you. He went to somewhere on the western coast."
I sigh, feeling slight defeat.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. Goodbye." And a dial tone.