"Mensa, did you see Cecil while on patrol today?"
On the road approaching the conservation center, two patrol vehicles happened to meet. Barry, deeply concerned, slowed down the car and shouted over to his colleague.
"Cecil, let me think... um, it seems like I didn't see him."
In the other vehicle, Mensa slowed down as Barry called out to him, furrowing his brows in thought. While replying, he noticed Barry's unpropitious demeanor and laughed, "Ha, don't worry, this happens all the time. Maybe it just found some hidden spot for a secret tryst with its new lover. Cecil's always been full of vigor."
Hearing Mensa's negative reply, Barry's worried expression didn't ease in the slightest; instead, it became more solemn, "But I haven't seen him for at least six days now, and counting a few days before that, it's been a whole week."
Hearing this, Mensa's face turned serious as he realized there might be a problem.
