Spencer Hastings thinks you need a babysitter (worry) wrote in zombieslogs,
"Yes!" Spencer exclaimed as if it was glaringly obviously. "If they can bloodhound Toby out then ask them." Spencer was willing to relinquish the jacket to Emily and only if she could keep supervise what was happening and her friends went out to look for Toby. The blood could be anything. Maybe he slaughtered some zombies. It was a messy business. That could explain the blood.
Spencer absolutely did not want to admit that the probability is miniscule. She was smart, ridiculously smart. She knew the exact probability down to the number. It didn't stop her from hanging on. That was Toby's jacket, damn it. She knew that it was his. She would know a thing like that. He had let her borrow it sometimes. She smiled when she wore it.
She knew that damn jacket. Toby was in town somewhere.
"I was going to ask Katherine to have her vampires take a sniff and see if they could pick up anything. But I would feel a lot better about your friend finding him than a hungry vampire who works for a brothel madame."
It had occurred to her to have someone with enhanced senses to go look. The only one she felt comfortable asking was Caroline. She didn't know most of the vampires in the prison with the exception of Caroline and Stefan. And she wished she didn't know Stefan.