I stare out the window in my office.

"I have to find him! I have to bring him back to my flock!" I growl in frustration at my friend Tom Weyton.

"What will you do once you find him?" he asked curiously.

I turned and looked at him.

"I will bring him here, even by force, and lock him in a room and won't let him out," I said.

"Get ready, we're going hunting for my mate," I said and headed towards the exit.