Ember took a deep breath, her shoulders rising as she calmed herself with the cool air, feeling the familiar heat that made itself known in her brief moments of distress. She brushed a lose bit of her long hair back over her shoulder, keeping pace with the rest of the groups as they weaved through the crowd, departing almost as quickly as they had arrived. It had been like this for days now, it seemed. Always to late and always being ushered out. She snorted, crossing her arms.<br/>"Any leads at all? What other information could give us a clue as to where he could possibly be?" she said, keeping her voice calm as she peered up at the faces around her once they had exited the building. "We can't get doing this, you know. Getting out selves worked up and falling flat. It's not good for any of us," she sighed, taking in the exhaustion etched on everyone's face. "We need a better plan than this. Morgan?" Allison inquired, looking up to him for support in this situation. She clasped her hands in front of her, exhaling in the cool air, trying to form a coherent plant from her thoughts. Nothing seemed to be getting easier; in fact, it all just seemed to be sinking deeper into the black pit, like Sloatan itself.