The next day I woke up to an empty apartment. Sinda was nowhere to be seen. I called for her and shook her favorite squeaky toy but to no avail. Could she be mad at me for that eight hour walk? Restless, I called the only person I knew.
Alice: Logan, Sinda is missing! I don’t know what to do. She’s never been gone like this before, she always comes back. What if something happened to her?
Logan: It’s fine. I’m sure she’ll come back, Al. A puppy always finds it’s way home.