I can’t believe it. I can’t understand how he escaped. Certainly not in this bag. But I’ve looked everywhere. I can smell him everywhere. But he is nowhere to be found. It just can’t be. How could he leave me! How did he leave me? There were some humans here yesterday, friends of the servants . . . a lot of commotion. I spent most of my time in the closet, and when I came out – no Bucks.
Maybe someone left the door open, but the servants are always careful about that. I just don’t get it. There’s no way. Was I the catalyst for this catastrophic catastrophe? I doubt it. Still . . . I’m so alone.