As the morning came around he woke up like he did every other day in a weird position all alone and very hungry. Forgetting all of yesterday like he usually does he headed towards the kitchen. After the first step he froze. [color=fff200][i]"Boots? Not my boo- OH SHIT THE GIRL!"[/i][/color]. He remembered now. He rushed into the kitchen and searched around. He found his long pole spear and held it close. He wandered aimlessly around his mansion as he noticed things out of place, missing, and thrown about. He took a quick mental inventory of everything he noticed missing and continued on. He searched the rest of his mansion without finding her. He was devastated. [color=fff200][i]"Just what you get when you help people these days I guess"[/i][/color] he thought. He gets onto the roof after that hopping that she was still nearby and looking on to see that he was only trying to help. To help get his point across he even adds as he is standing on the roof, [color=fff200]"IM ONLY TRYING TO HELP YOU KNOW."[/color] With that he climbed down, at the bottom he was forced to stop and rub his throat because it felt so weird when he used it, speaking was now so foreign he forgot what it felt like. He shrugged and went back inside with only the hope that she was still close by. He walked over to his agenda board and wrote, [color=6ecff6][i][b]SCAVENGING AGAIN[/b][/i][/color] in big bold letters. After that he grabbed the broom and the girls boots, he laid the boots next to his by the front door and swept where he had carried her in last night. finally he headed to the kitchen and made himself some breakfast. 
	
	When breakfast was done he reattached his lacrosse head to his stick with a screw driver, grabbed his ball, and went outside to play. The only thing he could do was throw it against the wall but he made a game out of it. He started at 0 and started counting how many catches he could make. He was going for a solid 100. He dropped the ball at 77 and had to do 23 push-ups, pull-ups, and a 23 second plank which he just counted in his head and restarted throwing the ball again. It only took him 3 more tries to get to 100 which made him happy but now he was all sweaty. So as the sooth all remedy he stripped and hoped into the river. It was COLD, but he dident mind because it cooled him right off. He took one of his pans (still butt naked) and filled it with river water, he started a fire and put the pan over it. Then Grayson put a homemade cover on it that would catch all the condensation then drip it into his second pan. With that being set up he turned and went back to swimming.