Kevin kicked the air in frustration. The more he stood still was more time that his captive could be becoming someone else's hostage. If someone else had hold of her-images popped into his head of far worse conditions for her than what she had gone through with him. It was preposterous to think about another man getting his hands on her. No, No, No, No.<br/><br/>A group of three Japanese men walked by him muttering in clear Japanese. He knew a few phrases of the language;but the words spoken here were foreign to him. Where could she be?His eyes spotted a woman dressed in business clothes stood at the corner of the road trying to wave down a cab with her cell phone as if Japan was a massive New York city. “ Hey!” The woman turned to face him and smiled slightly in panic. Well, he had caught her attention.<br/><br/>“こんにちは.” ( Kon'nichiwa) The woman’s greeting was more welcome than most strangers give.<br/><br/>“英語を話せますか?”( Eigo o hanasemasu ka?) He tried to form the words of ‘Do you speak English?’ in Japanese. The phrase must have made some form of sense to the lady.<br/><br/>“Yes. I speak English sir.” Her response was clear but a response of someone who took the language for secondary classes.<br/><br/>“ Have you seen a lady in a silken kimono run past here?” She huffed a laugh at first as if a kimono was a rare site now a days.<br/><br/>“ Nai, I mean no. If I see her I’ll let he know a man is searching for her.” He bit his tongue at that response. Hell would have to freeze over before his captive willingly went back to him. In despair he trudged on walking to the end of the street that connected directly to the city. Great! Just great! How do you find someone who doesn't want to be found? The question lingered in his thoughts. Better yet...where would someone who does not want to be found hide?<br/><br/>The streets were crowded with Japanese men and woman. A decent area to find a way to mix in with a ton of people and not be noticed. He heaved a sigh. This is going to take a while..