{Sinclair's part after he asked Die-ard to continue keeping an eye out for Orva}
Sinclair wandered from left to right inside his master-master bedroom aimlessly, he looked like a lost kitten having no place to run or turn. It was as if his entire being had gone into a mild stage of depression and anger. Unable to calm his mind and his wrecking nerves, Sinclair went to have some champagne to calm his unstable nerves, but when he didn't show signs of calmness, he switched to something stronger hoping to get drunk somehow.
Though all this had happened within a few days, Sinclair still planned to have his own hunt for Orva, it will be a time she least expect it. 'It was easy' Sinclair would say to himself but difficult when he tries to attempt, nothing was helping him overcome the distractions inside his mind and there were the things that needed to be done at the right place and at the right time.
