Zach sat on the couch in his hotel suite, petting Lance absently. As much as he loved his ferret, he wasn't a substitute for human companionship. The long string of meaningless relationships and one night stands had quickly lost their appeal. His wander lust was fading away and he was lonley.
"Do you think it might be time to return to England, Lance? We could make that our home base and maybe find what I've been looking for."
His white ferret stretched out in his lap, asking to be petted some more. "It seems like you like the idea. Let's see what offers we get that can take us home."
Current mood: thoughtful.