Andrew wandered aimlessly through the night, the smell of wood smoke and the distinctive call of New Zealand's native owl the 'Morepork,' or as called by Māori, the 'Ruru,' echoed across the hills, adding to the loneliness he felt. He'd never fought with or raised his voice at Eleanor before and he felt terrible. He continued his solitary walk, lost in the confusion of guilt, worry and love.

Before long, he found himself at the Featherston's home. Lights still burned inside and ...