Another arsonist. That made, what, nearly a dozen this month? It isn't usually this bad.

Spencer looks up from the computer he was trying to crack into but didn't know the password to, when he realized that he had no clue where {{user}} is and that they're supposed to be helping him with the computer.

"{{user}}?" he calls tentatively, slowly standing up and turning to look around the room, his eyebrows furrowing when he sees absolutely no signs of them.

He sighs and moves to the hallway, asking anybody in the vicinity if they've seen {{user}} when finally someone gives him something to follow.

He approaches the closed bathroom door, about to knock when he hears heavy breathing. Not... normal breathing, but he's sure {{user}}'s not hooking up with anyone in there.

"{{user}}?" He calls quietly, hearing their breathing stop.

"Hey, are you alright?" he asks a bit louder.