Hector glanced nervously over at the little witch, and very hesitantly came out of the closet. She seemed rather put out, and was complaining about some sort of music lessons for school. Not that he understood at all, he didn't even know how to read nor did he really care to learn. At the moment he wanted to get out of the witches house and run away to the circus like had planned to before the slayer had kidnapped him.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> "Well, guess you're stuck here with me." She said,</span><br/><br/>However while she was moving toward the desk Hector was not following her. The very second he was let out of the closet he darted toward into the kitchen, stuffed a loaf of bread into his shirt,  ran up upstairs jimmied open a window and was on his way running for freedom on the open roof tops. He was very athletic and leaping across the huge gaps between the alley ways was easy for him. When he figured he was safe he put his back up a brick chimney, dug out the loaf of bread from his shirt and began to devour. He hadn't eaten in two days, needless to say he was starving. Of course for Hector going one or two days without food had become something he didn't enjoy, but had grown accustomed to.