After the small skirmish with Gunn, Bismuthite - Billy - returned to his attic home. Laying down upon the pallet of a bed, he pulled out of his pocket the ring he had taken from his human victim. It was held on a thin golden chain which was now broken from being yanked off the man. The ring itself was what mattered to Billy though.

It too small for his own hand, let alone it's previous owner's. All the same, it was a rather heavy thing. Beautiful white gold wolf heads formed a vague heart shape. Between them set a stone. Probably some sort of moon stone. It was white and shiny. Billy was no expert on jewelery however.
But the wolves~
It was as if this ring had been made for Ladon. Wolframite. And he would have it. Billy would see to that.

Setting it on the floor beside his bedside lamp, Billy pulled the covers up over himself, turned out the light, and heaved a sigh. Ladon hadn't left his mind since the kidnapping. Tanzanite came second most frequent. The others he didn't know so well. He knew other members of the Negaverse were like-wise doing searches, though. The others had people within the faction who were perhaps just as passionate as he was to find them. It was this thought that allowed him to sleep at night. Knowing he wasn't the only one determined to save them. It seemed the whole of the Negaverse was out to reclaim their lost soldiers.

Bismuthite's own search would resume once dawn hit. He'd get four hours of sleep if his thoughts let him alone long enough to get that. But hey, four hours of sleep plus a five hour energy drink in the morning had to equal a good night's sleep, right?

Riiiight. Not. As was evident from the worn look which, albeit nothing compared the that of the BMC's prisoners, was still quite apparent. He was in desperate need of a shave and presumably a proper shower as well. Someone really needed to remind him to take care of himself, or he'd be of no use to the search effort. Billy wasn't always thinking so clearly now a days though.