"Thanks. It makes my room feel like I have guests." He talked to the rats sometimes, imagined hanging out with Hartley, holding the rats and just hanging out. He hated to be alone and this place, it gave him that feeling. He had to get out soon, he knew he had to. He wanted to be in the real world again, to live and breathe fresh air, to touch.

He wished he could touch Hartley. He reached out and touched the glass-- ew, it was sticky. "Come back again real soon, yeah?"