"Bing. You need to…" Google's words die as he pushes open the cyborg's bedroom to find the room empty. It's a mess like it usually is but no sign of Bing anywhere. Not odd. He's surprisingly active and apart from when he was confined to the building, he didn't tend to spend a lot of time in here.

Except he isn't with the Jims, they're in Wilford's studio, something about corporate espionage to help improve their newscasts. Silver is at his superheroes anonymous meeting so there's no impromptu office-chair races going on and King is still out chasing trees.

Trees, of course. Bing is probably laid out with King's trees again. Well at least the idiot is getting some fresh air and Dark can see someone is using the finally properly purposed garden. If it serves a purpose, he's less likely to get rid of it.

As he steps into the garden he calls out. There's no immediate sign of the cyborg but Google wouldn't put it past him to try and climb the trees to just hide away from the others. So he's looking up, calling out for Bing as he moves between the trees, when he feels the crunch of something beneath his foot. Bing's glasses, laid in the grass. That's not normal.

Bing is kind of sensitive about his eyes, prefers to hide them behind his glasses and always has them to hand. Looking up Google calls out again. Maybe he dropped them from the trees. There's no response though and something isn't sitting right with the android when he catches sight of the camera by the door.

Back in the computer lab, it doesn't take anything to crack into Dark's camera system. It's kind of laughable that he thinks that he can retain any kind of digital privacy with four Google droids living in the building.

The camera angle from the garden camera isn't the greatest but it shows the small still relatively new glade and Google set it to play in reverse, looking out for whenever Bing had to have been there last. It takes 30 seconds to get to the beginning of the day and there was no sign of him, nor anyone else who might have planted the glasses so Google keeps going, letting it continue to track back.

The garden still isn't used that much, Google himself not having been out there since the group picnic some time ago. Still as the time tracked back, ticking through the hours, they started to mount up and Google's warning systems were being tripped by the possible implications. Then, THERE!

Pausing the video, Google makes out Bing and two others in between the trees and after a moment he leaves the video to play. He can't hear anything being said but more than once, Bing can be seen looking directly at the camera before Natemare does something and the cyborg collapses to the ground. Within seconds, Google is on his feet and out the door.

The timestamp of the video is from two days ago.