After a few moments of Reno not returning, Marlowe sat on the bench, the hair on the back of her neck standing up. She still couldn't get over the fact that she had sat on the bench that was significant to Schad every time she had been in the park. She wondered if it had to do with fate or something. Looking down, she grabbed the violin and looked at it, appreciating its beauty. Being careful with it, she headed over to the tree Reno had fallen out of. I'd wonder if he fell in, but there isn't a toilet, she thought, looking for him.