It had been five days since the moon.

Her head dropped and thumped against the desk in her state of exhausted frustration. Where on Earth, or anywhere else for that matter, was she supposed to start looking? She needed some sort of strategy. But she couldn't think straight. Partially because she hadn't slept since the moon, except for fitful naps when she fell asleep during school. She didn't care about school, however, she only wanted to worry about finding him.

She was glad that he wasn't gone, more glad than she could say, but the frustration of trying to find him, and not knowing if he was hurt or in danger, was overriding her feelings of glee at not having lost him.

"Dairine?"

"What, Spot?"

"You need rest."

"I don't have time to rest."

"Please, Dairine. You cannot function correctly like this and you know it. You must sleep if you want to find him."

She sighed and looked at him. He sprouted another eye and added,

"Besides, you wouldn't want for him to see you in your current state."

As she flopped (not so gracefully) onto the bed, she replied defensively,

"I won't care what I look like when I find hi--" She cut herself off, wondering how much of that statement was strictly true, until she decided upon most of it. She merely wouldn't want him to see how much she'd been worrying.

"Of course not." He replied calmly. "I was, in fact, referring to your state of insecurity and weakness, but your interpretation is true as well." She closed her eyes and thought about how much more personality Spot had gained after their last visit to the Motherboard. But she knew that no matter how much personality he gained, how sentient he became, he couldn't replace Roshaun. She had to find him. She just had to…