"That was my thought." Duke runs to the end of the yard, wanders back and forth a bit, and returns to him. By the way he circles the two of them, panting excitedly, he seems to be expecting the emergence of his ball. North scrubs a hand across his hair line before releasing York so he can find it. "Theta had him on a routine, that's for sure," he says. It isn't going to be long before the dog realizes Theta himself isn't around anymore. That's not going to be fun for the poor thing.