You had been missing for days now.

Mydei had done all the searching he could, but with the bitter cold and the howling wind, he knew staying out too long would get him missing, too.

So now, he waited. And he hated every minute. Every helpless minute.

He tried to get his mind off of it, cooking something comforting, but his mind raced and his heart ached. Just how much longer would he have to wait?