Chase smiled a little to himself, but did his best to hide it by stepping forward and up to the library door. He held it open for her and led the way inside, easily recalling the path through to the third floor. Nothing in the library had changed since he'd last been there. The third floor opened up into the hallway with the two study rooms, the door to the one he'd never used still closed.
"Careful," he muttered, pointing to the taut line of twine hanging across the doorway, the no-bean chili cans still dangling from it as an alarm. He stepped over it, heading toward the small room in the corner, the familiarity of it causing a strange sense of ease to curl in his stomach. His nest was still mostly intact, the seat cushions piled comfortably under the table where he'd slept that first night. The one cushion he'd skinned still hung effectively over the window that looked out into the main room, held in place by a few nails. The camera was there again, and Chase glowered at it slightly as he stepped into the room, moving to the side to allow Kiley to come in after if she wanted.
He checked the table, then frowned a little to himself as he found nothing. He crouched, then full-blown crawled into the space he'd made for himself, fussing with some of the cushions to check under and around. Still nothing. "Looks like they're not here," he sighed from the dark confines of the table's underside, turning over one last cushion before releasing a gentle, inelegant lip-fart. "Did you want to get a book or two while we're here?"