Axl ran down the stairs and out onto the street. He'd gone up to Anders' new apartment to see if he really was okay, but the door had been left lying open and when he'd gone in to check on his brother, he'd found a chair knocked over and a broken glass on the floor. The floor around the shards of glass was still a bit damp, so it couldn't have happened all that long ago, right? So what the fuck had happened to Anders? He'd gone back to his apartment to check that his brother wasn't back in his old room for whatever reason, and then he'd decided to go out and look for him. He'd check with Ty and Max and .. fuck it, he'd post on the network while he looked for him.
"ANDERS? WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?" he yelled, and then tried phoning him. "C'mon, c'mon, pick up..."