As soon as Kirk hangs up, Spock and bones hurry to the Apple store. While walking through the crowd, Bones takes the time to look around at the shops, and soon spots a candy store.

"We'll stop there later," Bones says to Spock, pointing at it so he could see where he was referring.

"Human candy is not a delicacy to vulcans, Dr. McCoy-"

"It's a delicacy to humans, Spock. And I'll be damned if I can't have a little candy once in awhile."

They make it to the hall with the Apple store and see the sign, a white, glowing bitten apple. They head inside, pushing through the people. The store is filled to the brim, as people are occupied with tablets, phones and computers.

"This kind of technology is pathetic," Bones says, forgetting about meeting Kirk as he looks around. Spock looks and doesn't see Kirk, so he follows Bones as they begin to slowly scope the store's products.

"Yes, their technology is quite behind ours. It is still progressing."

"Just wait until they figure out that there's more than just one universe out there," Bones mutters to Spock. They find an open desktop computer at a small, children's sized table. It's low to the ground, and the chairs look like partially spooned out eggs. They sit down in the chairs and Spock takes the initiative, moving the mouse to activate the screen. The screen turns from black to full of color, as a pattern appears behind a row of icons.

"Look," Bones says, pointing at the monitor. His finger leads down to the applications at the bottom. "There's a little blue dot underneath the compass application. That means it must be open."

"And what would you accomplish with this deduction, Dr. McCoy?"

"Well, let's see what it is!"

Spock leads the mouse down to hover over the compass, the app Safari, and clicks on it. Up pops a page on the internet, which at top in bold white letters against a blue background says, 'facebook'. There's a photo in the upper right hand corner of a young girl, looking about thirteen.

"I don't understand," Bones murmurs.

"It appears to be a personal account, Dr. McCoy. A personal account that Miss Jenny Rickerson has obviously forgotten to sign out of."

"Try and sign out." Bones says. "I'm sure she would appreciate the gesture."

Spock fiddles with the mouse, moving it slowly over icons on the page as if it were a nuclear bomb. Bones becomes aggravated quickly.

"Damn it, Spock. Just click the x in the corner!"

"I am taking all precautions, Dr. McCoy. I am not well versed in out-of-date human technology-"

"Just give me the damn thing-"

Bones reaches for the mouse and battles to grab it from Spock, who is moving the mouse wildly on the table away from Bones' hand. Bones leans over, nearly pushing Spock off his chair, and grasps onto Spock's hand over the mouse, causing him to click repeatedly. The sound of a camera goes off and they look to the screen, and it's a picture of them on the "home feed".

"What the hell?"

"It appears as if I have just taken a picture of us," Spock says calmly, as Bones moves his hand away from the mouse to see.

"A picture of us?"

The picture showed Bones, his face angry and violent, facing Spock and reaching his arm across him to get the mouse from a very confused looking, blurry Spock.

"Yes, a picture. And it appears that I have posted it on the wall of this young girl."

"We look horrible!"

"Yes, Dr. McCoy. We do indeed."

Spock looks up to the corner of the screen and finds the way to exit out of the internet, using the x in the upper right hand corner that Bones described minutes earlier. He clicks and the window disappears.

"Hey! We could have at least found a way to delete that damn picture! Now it'll be everywhere!"

"I thought it was lovely," a voice says from behind them. They both turn to see Kirk, standing with his hands folded behind his back, about three feet behind them. Bones and Spock rise, pushing the tiny chairs back to stand eye-to-eye with their captain.

"Captain, we haven't seen any sign of Tom Campan."

"I know, Spock. Nobody has but me. He's probably at the top floor by now. But I have a plan."

Kirk signals for them to stand, and they walk over to the iPads, hovering above the brand new model.

"I saw that Campan had a radio on him. Now, if we can find another security guard around here, I'm sure we could ask to get his location. We just need a reason to ask for him."

"What reason could that be?"

"I don't know." Kirk runs a hand through his hair as he thinks of an excuse.

Bones' head shoots up as he gets an idea. "I got it! We get his location from the guard in question, and once he gives us Campan's location we just say 'that's alright, we were going up there anyway'. Sound like a plan?"

"We could try it," Kirk says, still doubtful about catching him since the last failed attempt. "He might catch on just through that. He knows that we're here, and he knows that there's more than just me searching for him."

"We could always ask a different security guard to call him down," Spocks says.

"Let's give it a whirl, shall we?" Kirk pats his friends on the back and they walk out of the Apple store. They head towards the West Market side in search of the nearest store with a security guard in front. After turning the corner and finding no guard, Kirk becomes aggravated and walks faster throughout the crowd.

"Damn it, man. We'll see a guard soon. You're just trying to look too hard!"

Kirk ignores Bones and walks faster, nearly losing them before stopping in the middle of the crowd. Right in front of the Helzberg Diamonds store are two security guards chatting. Kirk lets Bones and Spock catch up to him, and tells them to stay there before Kirk walks up to the guards together, who turn when he approaches.

"What can we do to help? Is it a lost child reporting?"

"I was just wondering if you could maybe tell me where a friend of mine is right now. Tom Campan? We went to high school together, and we were planning on meeting here." Kirk smiles, acting with precision. "He said I could ask a guard where he was and meet me wherever he happens to be."

"Sure, sure." One of the guards takes out his radio and speaks softly into it, then he turns back without putting the radio down.

"I just asked him where his position was, do you want me to tell him you're coming?"

"No, no. He's expecting me already. Where is he?"

The guard hangs up the radio and then answers. "He's at the third floor Harley Davidson, I guess his schedule got switched up."

"Thanks," Kirk says, smiles, and returns to Spock and Bones. Bones shakes his head, a frown on his face.

"One day that act is going to get you into trouble, Jim."

"Right now, Bones, it's getting me and a lot of other people out of trouble."