Chase didn't bother with shoes or socks either. Or underwear. No one would know the state of him aside from himself and Kiley, and he didn't think she was going to care either way. He followed after her, taking the stairs two at a time until they made it to her room.
Whatever hope was left him in instantly deflated the instance he saw the door. "I...I think we know why..." he sighed, his shoulders sagging as he stepped ahead and reached for the door handle. The room was completely empty, just like all of the other vacated rooms in the house. He didn't understand why they would do it if Kiley was obviously still here. People slept in other people's rooms all the time, why was this any different? "Maybe....maybe they're just fucking with us. Maybe they'll put it back like they do with the rooms getting destroyed." Not likely, he figured.