Actually, Schrödinger didn't cry for that long. A minute? Less? He vented harshly and quickly, relieving most of the initial stress. Good. The less he felt, the calmer he could think.
Now he had to figure out what to do here.
While staying in the same curled position, still in the middle of his cage on the floor, the boy began to unconsciously list some things, attempting to soothe his jerking shoulders.
1. He didn't know where he was, or how he got there, but Grandma or Grandpa couldn't hear him.
2. There was something here that felt a little bit familiar. A bit like...him?
3. The last he knew, it was supposed to be curry for dinner. He liked curry, and frowned at the thought of missing dinner.
4. Not everyone was in cages.
When he reached the fourth one, Schrödinger paused mid-sniffle. Peeking up from his folded arms, he took note of Jean.
Oh.
She knew something about this. He had to get her attention. Ask to go home.
The nine-year-old scrubbed his bare arm across his teary face, and got up. He ambled towards the metal slot opening and cleared his throat.
"Um, excuse me, lady? Can I go home now ple--"
The binging of a bell interrupted the sentence.
Now he had to figure out what to do here.
While staying in the same curled position, still in the middle of his cage on the floor, the boy began to unconsciously list some things, attempting to soothe his jerking shoulders.
1. He didn't know where he was, or how he got there, but Grandma or Grandpa couldn't hear him.
2. There was something here that felt a little bit familiar. A bit like...him?
3. The last he knew, it was supposed to be curry for dinner. He liked curry, and frowned at the thought of missing dinner.
4. Not everyone was in cages.
When he reached the fourth one, Schrödinger paused mid-sniffle. Peeking up from his folded arms, he took note of Jean.
Oh.
She knew something about this. He had to get her attention. Ask to go home.
The nine-year-old scrubbed his bare arm across his teary face, and got up. He ambled towards the metal slot opening and cleared his throat.
"Um, excuse me, lady? Can I go home now ple--"
The binging of a bell interrupted the sentence.