Percy tried the door again and grunted before stepping back to look at Tiara in worry. She bit her nails in confusion, "You sure this is the right house?"
"Positive," Percy muttered, shaking his head. He kicked the stone next to him and flailed into the air, wanting it to fly somewhere and locate where the old man was. "Did he just… bail on us?"
"No, that's impossible," Tiara leaned against the door and contemplated. "Is it after evening?" She looked to the side and saw that the sun was still peeking out of the horizon, bidding its final goodbyes to all the citizens in the kingdom. "Maybe we were a little late. He said he was leaving for somewhere after all."