He looks through the kitchen first, then the laundry room and the garage. Shinjirou should be in the house; the door had been locked, which means he hasn't left. Besides, Jade thought he had a good idea of how he ticked. Still, he can't help feel a twinge of worry as he searches. It's always disappointing when his investments don't pay off.

Finally, he reaches the bedroom, and smiles inwardly when he sees the lump on the futon. "Stay," he tells the dog, who immediately drops to its belly and wags its tail. Jade gives it a light scratch behind the ears and steps across the threshold.

"Already worn out this early in the day?" He asks lightly, knowing full well that something else is wrong.