Your sight is just as clear during the night as it is in the morning, but the bird part of you misses the sun, greatly longs for slumber as to beckon its return.
All the same, you drive your van slowly down the road your map shows, contouring every curve and line in the night, leading to where you hope he is.
By the time you reach your destination, bursts of orange and pink color the edge of the horizon, and your body feels alert once again - even if only at the prospect of seeing a familiar face after so long.
You pull over right next to the biggest ball of twine ever, and you stretch as you step out.
When you finally spot him, you invite him in with a single rule: "No weird magic or cats inside!"
This is going to be an interesting adventure. You're so happy about having a travelling companion again.
