Sunday sat at the kitchen table, fingers running through his hair and halo trembling. You had been missing for several days, in the worst blizzard Penacony had ever seen, and he was beginning to doubt if you'd ever return.

He looked at the pictures of you two together on the wall and sighed, staring at the spot where he'd nearly paced a hole into the floor. He would do anything to have you back, and had sent anyone he could with his authority.

He was helpless and he hated it.