With a bit of red chalk clutched in hand, Eddie's not the only with a search on for someone. He's searched this floor and that, he doesn't understand where else there could be for her to go? His robes swish as he trudges his way around with decreasing patience. If they'd let him keep his voodoo this wouldn't even be a problem, he could find anyone he wanted, easily. But of course that couldn't be.

When finally, he walks into district three for the third time to find this one instead of the one he was looking for, he gives up and makes his way up him.

"AY, YOU! You a motherfucking tribute up in three here, brother?"