[Max's heart seems to stop after the phone call. He murmurs a few reassurances to her, but they're messy. Sincere, perhaps, as he tacks on an-]
I love you.
[- at the end, but he really doesn't know what he's saying. The voices in his head clamor, desperately for attention, and he can't even remember hanging up. But that doesn't matter. His phone is immediately tucked into a pocket, in case she calls again, but that's the last logical decision he makes, because
all at once, they scream. It's not a terrified thing, or a cry of anguish. It's a roar. Loud, shaking, demonic and terrible.
And he sprints to find her, hands ready to pull apart anything that stands in his way.]