"And it's too early for the police." Caden bites his lip and takes April's hand, threading their fingers together and leading her into the house. "How long has it been?"

He stands kind of hopelessly in the middle of the living room, gripping her hand tight and looking around like someone will pop out and tell him what to do. He's at a complete loss and he hates that. He wants to make it all better. "Corinne is taking charge?"

He's only met Corrine the one time, but she seems like a take charge kind of girl, and he knows that she and Les are close. "I'm sure he's fine. He will be. He'll come back."

But he doesn't know that and he grits his teeth in frustration because just doesn't know what to do. He turns to April and looks at her face, her hand still clutched in his. "Should we go to wear Corinne is? Or is there somewhere Les might go that he'd lose track of time?"

It's not uncommon for people to be unable to get a hold of Caden because he was out surfing for so long that he took a nap on the beach right after. But he doesn't really know much of Les's hobbies, except -

"Is there someone like him we could talk to?" Caden asks her. "Someone magic?"