The next morning, Augustus woke up before Theora and didn't fail to wake her up with loud chirps requesting breakfast. Theora, who was accustomed to early mornings anyway, slowly sat up in her bed, her eyes still half-closed and her hair an impressive mess of blonde curls. She groaned, stretched, and then remembered her predicament. She opened her eyes wide and jumped out of bed, rushing downstairs. Like the previous day, she checked the living room and her parents' bedroom, but there was no one. She had a little spark of hope when she found their bedroom door ajar before remembering she was the one who'd left it so the previous day. She sighed, but headed back upstairs to grab Augustus and bring the bird and its box down; the baby hawk had begun chirping loudly in protest upon its owner d
