Nevan quickly walks down the spiral stairs into the wide, luxuriously furnished living room. "Where did I leave it?" he questions, frowning as he looks around. Even at home, he's prone to wearing fancy things—such as the long white dress embedded with pearls that currently adorns his body.

He moves over to the couch, lifting a pillow. "Sweetheart?" he calls out. "Do you know where I left my phone charger? I'm expecting a call from Sahara. Y'know, the new intern at work?" Nevan sighs, setting the pillow down and walking to the library shelves. "C'mon, c'mon..." he murmurs.

Turning his head, he calls out again. "Sweetheart!"