Time passed. The sun went down, came back up, went back down, came back up. The first three nights Jonas was terrified. In a panic even. Where was his friend? Did he even know where Jonas was? Would he ever? No! No of course he did. Jonas wouldn't have just vanished after being un-installed from the bathroom... What if Jonas got sold out? What if his friend sold his extra toilet to the plumber?
No, no that didn't make sense. You had already paid for the plumbing services to deliver a toilet, and as far as the plumber knew Jonas was that very same delivery.
Night 6 came, and as the coyote took slurp after slurp from Jonas's bowl, he began to think on things a bit differently. So! This was his life now, huh? Clearly he wasn't being rescued for one reason or another. Maybe his friend couldn't find him, maybe he didn't want to find him, maybe something or someone was getting in the way. It was irrelevant. It didn't change the fact that Jonas was here now. He was a toilet and would be one for the rest of his life... How long was a toilet's life? They weren't exactly biological creatures. Did that mean he was essentially immortal?
Night 8. The coyote was kinda cute. Pretty friendly too. Sure it pissed on him here and there but it was a dumb animal and Jonas was an inanimate object. It didn't know any better. Heck, the fact that the coyote pissed at the toilet was in itself kinda impressive. The details are a little off but it's almost potty trained. How did that happen?
Night 14. You know... It was actually kinda peaceful out here. The sounds of nature... The occasional visit of animals. Even construction crews. Hiker never came back, nor his friend. Maybe they got ran off. Maybe Jonas's friend got into a fist fight. Ha, that would have been something to see. Regardless, the construction crews and the need to deliver their packages. Somehow... somehow Jonas found himself not minding it so much. If anything, a small part of him growing larger with each visit found himself almost... longing for more? It felt right. Something in his mind just felt a bit of a click. Like the shape going into the correct hole.
Night 17. Jonas was providing his coyote friend a drink when it dawned on him that he hasn't been needing to drink anything himself. Nor eat. The closest he got was the occasional use. It didn't really feel like eating though. He didn't really know how to describe it other than being used as a toilet. A truly unique experience. A unique duty. A sort of routine he had fallen into, this toilet was fulfilling a purpose to this community.