In the middle of the room was a metal pole. It had arms coming from the sides and cute, colorful trinkets hanging off of them. From one arm was a perch and on that perch swung a happy little pidgey. Niels gave a soft coo of joy as he flapped his wings, speeding the motion up until he was flung off of it, beating his wings rapidly, trying to fly on his own. He had learned to flutter and almost mastered gliding, but flying wasn't something he had achieved just yet.

As he landed on the ground and slid a bit, he shook himself off and hurried back over, using his beak and talons to climb back up and try again. He paused, hearing a loud bell ring from somewhere rather far away. It hit three times. It had hit eleven before Alex had gone out. Niels had napped, practiced flying twice, played with his toys, explored, pecked his breakfast part, finished his water, played in the bed and even climbed all the way to the ceiling and still Alex hadn't returned.

Where was he?