Thomas attempted to find Cole, who had slipped away during the destruction of the roof. He leaped from building to building, alternating between running with just his legs and on all fours. 

As the minutes turned into hours, though, it was clear he had lost the man. As strong as Thomas' Tome made him in a fight, it didn't give him anything like an enhanced sense of smell. That would have been useful, as a rat like Cole was likely to have a distinct odor.

Despite how hopeless it seems, Thomas continued searching, his face growing hotter and hotter with frustration as time went by. He kept his eyes on the streets, looking for any signs, but came up with nothing.

[i]Goddammit, goddammit, goddammit![/i]

His desire to find Cole was overwhelming, as it was enhanced by his Tome. Breaking down in frustration, he had something of a temper tantrum, shrieking while punching and kicking anything in sight. Brick was shattered and sent into the air as dust, and metal vents and pipes were smashed and thrown off the roof.

Destroying things didn't give him the satisfaction he was hoping for, making him even more angry. 

Before he freaked out further, however, Thomas was able to think clearly for a moment. He took advantage of it and ripped his Tome off of his face. The armor that surrounded him quickly receded into the mask.

The boy doubled over, suddenly hit with exhaustion since he was no longer being physically enhanced. Through heavy pants he threw up. After getting that out of his system he fell backwards onto his rear, spitting a few times to get the taste out of his mouth.

He groaned as he laid down on his back, limbs spread out. This insane feeling of tiredness had happened a few times before, but never this badly. Every muscle ached, and even the cement, uneven roof felt comfortable.

With another grunt of pain, Thomas placed his head on the ground and stared at the sky. A moment later, he was asleep, holding his book-form Tome tightly in his hand.