Dijon sighed as he got away from Wendy. She really had a lot to talk about, huh? He went up to the top level of the union and took a deep breath. It felt good to be alone. Between Crepe's constant attempts at recovery and Admiral's various ways of making him mad, it felt great to get away from it all. He smiled. He knew the others were out on patrol or bothering Sven.

"Finally... peace and quiet..."

He would've asked for a day off if he had somewhere to go for it. He was always trying to keep up with everyone else or was asleep because of the pain. He never got a chance to clear his head. He sat down by the tree that was up there and smiled.

"Tree of Harmony, eh? You have it easy..." He looked at the ground as he hummed. "Just sit here and be a small memory..." He sighed as he grabbed the bag that he had brought with him and opened it. Inside was his prized instrument.

(Just picture them in more of a combined state and a little more instruments. Etta or Blake can give more info)

He pulled it out and smiled. He had remembered his first performance with it. It had brought him out to the world before he hid his talents because it was too much for him. He hoped to calmly get back out there, but not get the rush he had gotten before.

He calmly rested it in his arms as he got ready. He gulped as he started playing. A soft sound filled the air as he went.

https://youtu.be/SUaCPCAMa2Q

As the sound faded, he paused and smiled. A slow clap followed, making him quickly hide the instrument and look over. The chairperson was walking over with a soft smile on her face.

"You sounded lovely, dear." His face felt warm as he looked away.

"Thanks..." He looked up as she paused near him. "How long have you been listening?" She smiled.

"A good couple of minutes. You sound amazing. You shouldn't hide it." He looked away as he brought the instrument close.

"I..." He gulped as he lowered his head. "Have my reasons." She hummed.

"And those are?" He gulped.

"I once played out for the world, but the spotlight was too much. I put my instrument away, hid my talents, and looked for something else to do. I saw what the rangers were doing and went for the opportunity." He sighed. "I haven't found the courage to go back out there and perform again. I haven't found my place." She hummed as he put the instrument away.

"Have you ever thought about looking at what other musicians are doing?" He hummed as he stood up.

"Yes... but I like being there in person to see it. Most performanced I see are elsewhere that I can't get to. And I don't know any musicians personally." She smiled as they started for the stairs.

"I'm sure there's someone out there that can help. Come on. There's something that needs to be discussed."

~_~

Sven had gone missing. The trio boys, the ones that had gone to talk to him, couldn't find him in the building; Admiral, who was out on patrol; hadn't seen him, and Wendy had no idea where he could be. He wasn't answering his styler and everyone was panicking. Crepe was calming Linda down.

"No one has heard from him?" Erma asked. Everyone shook their heads, answering it with silence. Dijon frowned. That wasn't good. Wendy frowned.

"Not the greatest thing to say... but if we know anything about Sven, he either did something reckless and is hurt... or he's flirting with someone." Linda sniffled.

"I mean... ideas are better than nothing at all... right?" The others nodded as Ice frowned.

"He's getting out of a question... Do you see this?" Crepe chuckled.

"We'll get it when we see him again, alright?" Ice nodded as Admiral frowned.

"He couldn't have gotten that far. He's still very wounded. Sure, it's been a couple weeks, but really? Where can he really go with at least a broken leg?" Crepe stared at her before speaking to the group.

"This is the same person with two broken arms and a couple missing brain cells." He huffed. "Do you want to ask that question again?" Admiral fell silent at that. Isaac frowned.

"But Admiral's right. Sven can't get far if he's too injured. He still was limited to the union. Where can he go with that restraint?" Dijon gulped.

"Pretty far. If he gives the excuse for fresh air, he can get out and probably try the cliffs or make his way down to the desert or volcano." Seafoam hummed.

"Dijon has a point. I remember when Dijon was still in the medical wing, he was allowed to get a couple minutes outside once he was stable enough if he requested it. But wouldn't there be someone with him to keep him in a small area?" Ice frowned.

"We're also talking about Sven, the guy that has been on top of most operations since who knows how long. We don't have a chance. We have to figure out how far he got and what happened." The others nodded as Linda got into her chair.

"Alright... let's do this."