It'd pestering Rex for as long as he could remember. The same question always found it's way into his mind: morning, noon, and night. No matter what he did, it returned.
"Where did I leave my jacket now?" Rex questioned out loud. He always left it somewhere. And it was always in the last place he looked.
"I NEEEED to find it! It's freaking freezing there!" Rex mumbled as he looked under the bed for the third time. With a sigh, he stood up again. He threw his head back and uttered a hefty groan.
"I can't find it! It's nowhere! Not there! Or there! Or-" Rex stopped as he looked around his room, if it could be called that. It was a bleach-white box with a shelf, or "bed" as it was supposed to be, apparently. The random posters were the only things that made it remotely homey. What made him stop was Bobo. He was at his usual spot, in his hammock. He had to know where the jacket was. He only left that hammock to get something to eat, use the bathroom, or play poker. It was worth a shot.