"Hey Body," said Kraken as he slid down into the empty seat opposite the chimp.

"Yeah," Body answered distractedly, looking over the heads of other patrons.

"Something wrong?" frowned Kraken.

"You tell me," said Body, "On your way in, you didn't happen to see Vanya by the bar did you?"

"No, why?"

"Well, she went up there about fifteen minutes ago to get drinks," replied Body, "It's really crowded tonight so at first I thought it was just something to do with that, but fifteen minutes is far too long to be waiting."

Kraken immediately got up and started scanning the crowds.

"Of course," suggested Body, "she might just be in the bathroom or something."

This was a rather plausible explanation. Kraken, however, had not survived for as long as he had on at the Umbrella Academy to accept plausible explanations.

"Doesn't feel right," he grunted.

"Little early in the relationship to be getting suspicious of each other, isn't it?" Body asked, raising his eyebrows.

"I'm not suspicious," Kraken snapped, "I'm just worried. There's a huge fucking difference between the two you know."

Body shook his head but remained silent. Ignoring the gesture Kraken got up and walked over to the bar carefully. Although it was crowded he could still see a trail of footprints from size nine shoes in the dirt on the floor. It was a hard skill to see such things, and something he was proud of being able to do.

He followed them to a small spot near the bar's corner. From there they moved slightly over to the druggie corner. Kraken frowned when he saw that, since it was Séance's thing and not Vanya's to be doing drugs. His frown only deepened when he saw that another pair of footprints was near the first. These were size three, so another girl or just a rather unlucky guy.

Kraken racked his head for any girls Vanya would know whose feet would be so fucking small. Generally their friends bragged about having odd shoe sizes. Or, if they didn't, then they would buy shoes much too big for them so they could clump about in them. It wasn't fashionable in Norton's to have little delicate feet. The style didn't fit the image anyone they knew were trying to portray, not at all.

Something about that tickled his memory; someone not fitting the image. He filed it away for future reference, since he had long since learned to trust his instincts. Turning his eyes back to the floor he saw that some of the footprints had been scuffed. Then the smaller pair of feet had wandered off to the bar, and then returned with a size twelve, definitely a guy.

His eyes narrowed and drifted over to the bar. A man was drinking there, but Kraken wasn't looking at his face. He was looking at his shoes. They were size twelve. With angry and deliberate motions he walked over to him and took his knife out. For a minute he lingered at the bar counter. Then, with a great deal of force, he drove it into the table.

Both the man and the bartender jumped. The bartender, seeing who it was, quickly said;

"Now no killin' anyone Diego."

After saying his piece the bartender scurried off to the other side of the serving area. The other man tried to follow suit but Kraken grabbed him by the back of his collar.

"Look man," he said, his words slightly slurred, "I didn't do nothing to you-"

"I'll figure that out in a minute," snarled Kraken, "But first I wanna know somethin'."

"Anything."

"Did you see a girl earlier?"

"Seen alotta girls if you know what I mean," grinned the man uneasily.

In response Kraken slammed his head into the counter. Other bar patrons started forward to help, saw it was Kraken, then went back to their drinks.

"Uh, earlier there were these uh, two girls," he said, trying to staunch the blood from his nose, "One was kinda wasted so I helped her to her friend's car."

"Vanya doesn't drink."

"I don't, uh, know who that is."

This comment got his head slammed into counter again.

"Did she have short dark-brown hair?" demanded Kraken, "It's almost black. She's probably wearing a black leather jacket and leggings. Now, spill!"

"Yeah, that was her," said the man miserably.

"What did the other one look like?"

"Real hot man," the man said, "Like, blonde, you know? Long hair, real awesome curves, dresses like she's from a catalog-"

"Fuck," Kraken said.

He had gotten an inkling in the past that Jennifer was somewhat psycho, but not to this level. He didn't feel particularly worried since he couldn't imagine her hurting anyone. She'd probably be too worried about staining her clothes. However, he'd never thought she'd kidnap anyone either and he wasn't about to take his chances when Vanya was involved.

"What type of car?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"Huh?"

"This girl's got a couple of cars," snapped Kraken, "Silver Porsche, blue Mercedes, red Corvette-"

"Red Corvette, I think."

"You'd better be damned sure!"

"I'm sure! I'm sure!" the man squealed.

Disgusted Kraken slammed his face down again for good measure. Then he tore out of the bar, racking his brains for places they could be.