Op maybe tell him this.....
My fiance and I were supposed to be travelling down together to uni to pack up my things and move it back home. We stayed over at my mums house to look after dogs as she and my sis were in London for weekend. He'd been thoroughly basseted by the pup and covered in goo the night before, so when we woke up he said he'd go to the supermarket, get a new t-shirt (we were going to meet up with some of my friends, go out and stay the night, as my bro would be back to look after dogs), fill the car up, check tyres etc. Off he goes at about 9am.
I do housework, walk dogs then look at the time and it's close to 12, strange as the supermarket is about 10mins away and he didn't need to get much.
I call his phone, it rings through but he doesn't answer. After another 30 mins I try 5 more times by then it's going straight to voicemail. I sent him several texts asking him to please get in touch as I was getting worried, no reply. I called his mum incase he'd gone there to help her, lost track of time but she hadn't heard from him.
I don't know why but I got a horrible, sick feeling, I can't describe it.
I walked down away from the village, there's 3 ways to go to the supermarket and for some reason I chose one in particular. The road was closed because of an accident, recovery lorry was blocking the road, man wouldn't let me walk any further along. He sais it was a bad accident. I explained that fiance was missing, and asked him if the colour of the car was the same. He wouldn't tell ne.
I walked for a mile through fields, sat on a bench and called the hospital asking if he'd been admitted, they said no.
I called local police, explained the situation, gave all of his details including the car. They asked me again for his details, then for my address and numbers, and where I was. They told me to go home and an officer would come to talk to me.
I knew, I just somehow knew that he was gone.
Ran home, said to my brother about accident, police and that I think he's dead.
Police officer arrived, made sure that my brother was near, made me sit down and told me that my fiance had been killed in a head on collision with a bus. His mum, brother and his gf, arrived just as I was giving the officer her details. He told me not to say anything to her. Her wail of pure agony will stay with me forever. It will be four years ago at the end of this month.
It does happen. It may not seem like much but not responding when somebody is worried is awful. I'm now married, and dh always phones/texts as soon as he can to let me know he's arrived safely if he's travelled somewhere.
They can borrow somebody else's phone, or use a phonebox, regardless of anything else it's a bit of respect for you and simple common courtesy.