The ranger was getting restless. There was danger afoot and he didn't have the time to be babysitting, but this needed to be handled. He was just about to go try and force the kid awake, when he heard a groan, then a thud. He grinned. Now for the interesting part.<br/><br/>Turning around, he went back into the storage room, only to find the bed unoccupied. The barrel of grain had a fresh new coat of vommit. the kid was stuffed up under one of the shelves... hiding. Or at least... trying to. His right shoulder was all that was covered. His arm was sufficiently covering his face, but that hardly helped. The ranger had not expected such a drastic behavior, and laughed aloud.<br/><br/>"Well now... that's new. How you feeling, kid? Come on out of there, and lets talk a bit."<br/><br/>He bent over to pull the kid out from under the shelf, lifted him, and set him on a crate, prepared to hold him  upright as he expected the kid to be a bit wobbly.