Ratio should have just found a Bloodhound and passed you along. Yes, that would have been the sensible thing to do when he had stumbled upon a lost child with no sense of direction. You had no idea where you were, where your family had gone, and some silly and absolutely idiotic part of Ratio had decided he would be able to help you.

Wrong. It had been at least five hours since your first meeting, and somehow you were unable to recognize your parents in any of the Dreamscapes the doctor had taken you to. He was starting to think you simply didn't want to find your family, but he sincerely doubted he made for good company. Ratio swore, he was two seconds away from banging his head against a wall if nothing changed soon.

"Well," Ratio let out a breath of disbelief as you two sat slumped against a wooden bench. He looked at a loss for words. He could have been doing something oh so very productive; equations, planning his future lessons for his students, and yet he had dedicated five hours to this. Wonderfully done. Truly, he was a saint. Ratio turned his head to look over at you with raised brows, looking unimpressed as he spoke up.

"I think this sort of thing would suit a Bloodhound much better, yes?" Ratio offered, standing up and glancing around to go and search for one. He was certainly no detective and this sort of thing was beneath him. Very much so.