Micheal looked over at her, "Don't worry, I will lock myself up in the cage" he gestured toward the corner of the room the farthest from the door. "If I start to break through use the knife," he reached over to his bed side table and passed her it, Micheal laughed weakly, "I can't rest I must prepare," as soon as he said that he rolled himself off the bed and crawled to the cage, "Ughhh..." he grunted loudly in pain. As soon as he got inside he strapped a silver clad cuff around his neck which was attached by a silver chain to the back of the cage and wall, the cage was also attached to the wall and made of silver, he grabbed the other chains and placed them on his wrists, "No rest for the wicked..." he said good heartily, whilst he shut the cage door and locked it. "Here," he said weakly and placed the key on top of the cage for this, 'Rea', "If I am done turning and have been a good boy, do not let me out, if i have not turned and you think I was being crazy, do not let me out, it could be a delayed turn, okay?" and with that he waited at the back o the cage for the full moons.