Re: Holding Pens
Danny was looking around himself. He'd been placed in a... cage of sort? It reminded him of his squalor he used to live in. But there was nothing there. He missed his teddybear... and his ABC-book. He'd have something to look at then. Mostly he missed his teddybear...
Now there was just more and more sort-of-cages to look at. Some of them had people in it to, Danny could see. Where they like him? Slaves? He had no idea. Bart said slaves were locked up, so they must be. Danny didn't know how many they were, couldn't count. But at least he wasn't alone. That's good.
Two of the people that had hunted him walked by, and gave him a look. Danny looked down immidietly. He hadn't hurt anyone, just tried to get away. Until they'd thrown that net over him... When he couldn't feel them eyes on him anymore, he tilted his head and carefully looked at the man who was walking away. Was he like Bart? A Master? It was all so confusing. He'd always done what Bart said, only seen what Bart showed him, and now Bart wasn't there.
Danny decided to stick to the back of his sort-of-cage. Safe. No one could reach him then.