Wo-wee, was this a big one. The biggest damn tornado you've ever seen. You'd gone in with your crew, the 'Stormchasers' as you're called by the public, or, 'Those country freaks that shoot fireworks up tornadoes asses', by rival stormchasers. They're just jealous that you actually do something about the storms, you think. You hightailed this monster down, but fortunately, it was already dissipating before you could do anything about it. On the other hand...it had ripped straight through this small town in the bumfuck of nowhere, with devastating results.

Your crew had pulled up where most of the masses had gathered and the pair in the R.V. set out the awning, handing out hot meals to the ones who needed it and tending to any injuries as the others helped people sort through rubble. You'd been sitting in the main truck with the windows rolled down, letting the cool air into the roasting vehicle as 'Ain't no love in Oklahoma' (by luke combs) played from the radio. Soon enough, over the noise of people nearby, you heard a voice call out;

"Harvey?! Harvey, now's not the time to play!"

Curious, you got out of the truck and walked around, noticing that the panicked voice came from an older boy, rushing around the ruined street, calling out for somebody. He turned and noticed you, his eyes widening momentarily as he recognised you before slowly coming up to you, his voice lowered from his previous yelling.

"I'm sorry, but have you seen a little white bird...? He got out and I can't find him..."