Steve took the food back to the counter and covered it before coming to sit next to Setsuna on the couch. He listened to the kid talk, still frowning, but he wasn't angry exactly. He was worried. Worried as hell. If Setsuna hadn't been in his room to sleep, where the hell had he gone? Not every night was spent in Steve's bed . . .

Then Setsuna mentioned the disappearance of his friend and all the rest went to the wayside. He reached out and ran a hand through the boy's hair, concern all over his face, "What do you mean baby? She just walked away, or . . . or she's not in the hotel anymore?"