James woke up around eleven a.m. with a yawn before stretching. Walking out of his room he got food and went back upstairs eating as he walked. Finishing his food he looked to the screens and began to watch the previous footage. As he did he saw no movement and it pissed him off again. Where the hell was Kinjo hiding?! Growling he got dressed and vanished. Just taking one step he was gone, soon to be on the second floor. He checked floors three and four the night before now he had two more. Tomorrow he'd search the basement. That is if he didn't find Kinjo. With a super deep growl he began searching each room. Thoroughly looking through the rooms; opening cabinets, looking user furniture, looking behind curtains, looking behind objects, searching around the impossible things, looking up at the tops of things, climbing in closets and searching them. He looked everywhere. He didn't want to be fooled by this teen. He was by far the first different thing he ever took. Kinjo was his first virgin captive, his first longest hider, first not to actually try hurting him, and first to fight the illusions. He was liking this fact but was also pissed too. With a growl he stopped searching for two hours so he could eat and nap before searching the first floor. He did the same thing but it took longer since there was more to look around. With a growl he sat in a chair. It had been hours now. And he now knew he had to search the basement. He was tired and went up stairs. Walking into the control room he locked the door and curled up on a couch inside. Sleeping well into the next day.