4:30 this morning I opened the door to let the cats out, heard a squeaky noise; and there was Sammy. Wet, a bit skinnier, and quite eager, after four days, to get in out of the rain and the cold. He is now sleeping it off on the big pillow in the front room.
And that explains why Toby has been so forlorn, and restless. Sammy was Away, but not Gone. About all we can do is accept that this is probably going to be the norm for him, and keep our fingers crossed. Cuffy did this the first day I let him out, just took off for two days and finally came back wet and hungry and obviously upset. I think they try to get "home" and realize that home is what they are running FROM, not to. The miserable cold rain probably helps, too.
So, for now, he's with us again.