Sage isn't in our room. I follow the scent of him down the hall and to the partially open door. A peek inside tells me what I already know. The bed is empty, the bathroom dark and quiet. The little page is long gone, as well. I pace around the room for a moment before returning to the hall and pursuing Sage, the deliciousness of him leading me to a stairwell at the end of the corridor.

He went up and I retrace his steps, emerging on the roof. ...