Anil uncle’s night out

I entered my place at around half past midnight. What struck me from outside itself was that I could see the tube light of our drawing room switched on. Now that was quite strange because our landlord used to be asleep by 11pm, even that being the latest. I hurriedly got in, willing to find out the matter. As I entered, I saw one of my roommates sitting near the telephone, along with one of our neighbors. Our landlord wasn’t there on his bed. Both of the members presently in the room sat silently searching numbers through the telephone diary. On my inquiry, my roommate revealed, that Anil uncle (our landlord) hadn’t returned home till then. He had gone out to visit his doctor during the afternoon.
The phone calls these people made in my absence till then, made them learn that Anil uncle hadn’t reached his doctor. He also, quite surprisingly, wasn’t picking up his cell phone since evening. All the detective literature I had read since my school days started playing on me suddenly, and I began thinking like a sleuth. The first deduction I made was that since we had given uncle umpteen calls till now, and they have been unattended, thence his cell phone should conk off in a while. Also I figured that his not picking up the phone is his inability to do so, and not his choice, because all the calls we made rang till the end. If it was really his choice, after a while he would have disconnected them every time they rang. May be he would have even switched it off. I explained my panicking roommates that uncle must be trapped in a situation where he’s not able to attend to his calls. We checked all the hospitals where he possibly could have gone. We also called all his relatives and friends. All in vain.
I and one other roommate decided to stay awake that night. Others slept. I and the other guy gradually went into a nostalgic conversation and recollection of our graduation days. I discovered that we had common friends, whom both of us knew. We, for a couple of hours almost forgot the reason, for which we were awake, and suddenly I looked at the watch; it was 4 in the morning. My roommate decided to call Anil uncle again. As he called, I stood next to him. Something made me really apprehensive. After a few seconds of my initial nerves, I was back in the moment because of a strange sound. There was an extremely light sound of something rubbing against another, periodically. I smelt the rat. I followed the sound. I was playing Mr. Holmes in my head. I reached the kitchen following it. The sound became more distinct and louder. Now I was chasing it. It came extremely close to my perimeter, but still not found. I called my roommate to the kitchen, like Holmes would to Dr. Watson. He within a few seconds opened a drawer, and pulled out a silently vibrating cell phone. We looked at each other, astonished. Now we knew that uncle had deliberately kept his cell phone on silent mode and went away so that no one reaches him.
A score of days have gone by, Anil uncle still hasn’t returned. We are still waiting for ‘the’ news!