This is perhaps the only time that it's not Anthony who stole the things. Anthony hadn't bothered with falling asleep or laying or even sitting down somewhere, thinking that standing aloofly like a statue in the middle of the room was a fine way of spending the night. 

Figuring that that was actually boring, he decided to pace the room with a conpletely blank look on his face. Too energetic to go to sleep, too tired to actually go out and do things. This is what Anthony has to deal with. After a few moments of contemplating, Anthony left his room with no specific goal, only to be met with the sight of that guy he was with before, with fishing gear now. Hmm.

Anthony stared at him for a solid ten seconds. He went back into his room.