Upon hearing that their quarry was not listed, Scooby's face fell.<br/><br/>"Rawww, ruts!  Rokay..."<br/><br/>Trotting around the building, he went sniffing around the recycle bins out back (along with a few attendant faces at the, uhm, less than wholesome odors to be found in the alleyway in question).<br/><br/>Newspaper...more newspapers, mostly old...men's magazine (well-used)...bundle of old handwritten receipts...beer can...Daphne...cigarettes...<br/><br/>His head shot up.<br/><br/>"Raphne!"<br/><br/>Nose back to the ground, he circled twice and then made a beeline for the warehouse, following the scent of his team-mate, leaving Velma to follow as best she could as he scrambled forth with great enthusiasm and considerable urgency.