Given the death grip that Rob has on his privacy, it was surprising that the Brothers Laymon took to the RLL page to alert his closest friends to the situation. But I personally was glad for it. And what started as an APB on Rob’s predicament turned into a near-daily journal of his battle and, thankfully, his recovery. The brothers’ updates were upbeat and funny, and worthy of the man himself. They laid bare discussions about Rob’s hygiene, incoherent attempts at escape, his first solid foods in a month, and how he managed to convey indignation with nothing more than his eyebrows. But currents of anxiety and fear rippled at the edges of those posts, and a rock-steady commitment to their brother buoyed the whole thing to a positively inspirational level.