[This morning hasn't been good, but day had already been soured since Wander came to his room last night and found it missing one chicken. He worried that Honey Nut had escaped and wandered off to who knows where, but Sylvia stopped him from searching the mansion this late at night.

Wander had not slept well, and with the new photo, the added anxiety compels him to skip breakfast and spend most of the day running around the mansion opening drawers, looking under furniture, climbing on top of bookcases, all while yelling:]

Honey Nut? Honey Nuuuuut! Where are you, ya little rascal? It's about time you headed back home! [He's trying to be optimistic, that the chicken is safe and just scared and hiding, but as time goes on, his searching grows frantic, even panicked.]

C'mon, Honey Nut, you've got to show up. Don't tell you you've run away from home and gotten yourself stuck somewhere. Just a little cluck? A game of Hot or Cold? [A hah. hahaha. Please don't be dead, therapy chicken. Wander walks up to you when he spots you.] Have you seen Honey Nut around? He's been missin' since last night.

[In the evening, he's found in the kitchen sitting on a stool, watching a pot as he brings it to boil. He has a box of tea bags and sugar next to him for some good old-fashioned Space Georgia iced tea. That'll help everyone feel better.]