Dragox smiles as the Vor tries to get out of the cage to get the rats.  “Eager little guy aren’t you.”  He picks up the reptile and is surprised that the skin is still very smooth.  “I guess that old fox wasn’t lying about that.” he said as he put the Vor on the ground.  He doesn’t notice or doesn’t care about the strength of the Vor.  He smiles when it looks up at him.  He sees it scurry off behind the boxes and then reappear gulping down the rat.  “It seems like you know what to do.”  Dragox begins moving the waterlogged boxes as his pet went off to find more food.<br/>He continues to work on moving the boxes.  About and hour passes and he is getting a little tired from the heavy lifting.  There is one more box to move then he can seal up the leak in the wall.  He picks it up but the bottom gives out and the paint cans that were inside fall to the floor.  One of them lands on his foot.  “OWW!” he screams in pain.  “Son of a bitch!”  He walks over to a box, wincing with every other step.  He sits down and looks at his foot.  “I think I fucking broke something.”  He takes some bandages out of his knapsack and wraps his foot up.  He helps a little with the pain but he still walks with a limp.<br/>Dragox then looks over and sees the cage lying on the ground.  “Damn it, I forgot about him.  I wonder how he’s doing?”  He gets up and starts to walk through the maze of shelves and boxes, occasionally stopping when his foot starts to hurt.  “Hey, where are you, um…”  He pauses for a moment.  “I never gave it a name, and I didn’t ask if it already had one.  Well shit.”  He keeps walking, looking for the Vor.  He doesn’t see any rats or other stuff scurrying around.  It feels like he was alone in the warehouse.  One of the lights above him starts to flicker.  “When the hell did this place get so creepy?”  He continues searching for the Vor, worrying about it, but not thinking about his own safety.