Marc sat in the kitchen and swore at his computer screen after taking a break to watch the sunrise over the ocean - one of his favorite parts of the day. There were still no missing persons report that matched his little blackbird. Surely someone had to have noticed the absence of such a vibrant young woman. Well, young-looking. He had no idea how old she really was. That was always an issue when hanging out with immortals.

A yawn caught him off-guard and he shut the screen. ...