Stark's trip had been going well until this morning when it had taken a very unexpected and dramatic turn. He had spent the day in his room, pacing anxiously and talking to himself and to Faye. Faye, having remained a bird in spite of his pleas, had not talked back.

He wasn't even sure what sort of bird she was, or what she might need. He had eventually needed food though, and he hadn't wanted to order anything to the room in case he had to explain the presence of a large bird to hotel employees. He'd simply put the do not disturb sign on the door and stayed inside. Eventually he'd grown hungry enough to leave and found himself downstairs at the bar for a large drink and something to eat. Hopefully one thing, or both, would help.