To say he was worried was an understatement. Philip wasn't answering his phone. Bat shot couldn't find him. He just couldn't find any trace of him. And finally, he'd asked the computer to find him. By both of his names. The confirmation he was gone felt like a kick in the gut.

He'd never considered that they'd get sent home separately. While it wasn't anywhere near as bad as before, it hurt nonetheless. He still felt like some part of himself was missing. He hadn't even gotten to the point of considering if he would have Double for backup the way things were.

He paced in his room for a while. He needed a new plan. And it probably started with finding Q. He took his hat back up again and headed for the door to his room. While punching him in the face probably wouldn't help, it probably wouldn't hurt either. Hopefully.