They searched until well past dark. They looked at every corner, behind every bush, and under every sidewalk bench. They walked the underground pathways of the train stations again. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Even the trains seemed to avoid them; they'd yet to actually see one despite several trips to the stations.
Tom thought about quitting more than once that night, but the urgency of the dwindling time spurred him on, despite his exhaustion. Finally, a roving policeman told them they needed to get off the streets; that curfew was long past. Hana complained, but the officer made it clear they'd get one warning and one warning only. And so they went back to the hotel and back to their beds.
Tom set his watch alarm for 6:00, but he had no idea what he'd do when he woke up. Imagining the glowing monkeys prowling the woods outside his window, he fell asleep.