Victoria did not think that Baron liked pizza so much. He ate like someone who hadn't eaten for a week. He was eating one box of pizza by himself.
That afternoon Victoria was getting ready to go to work.
"I'll take you to work," said Baron.
"You don't have to do this. I can go by myself with my bicycle. You better stay here and don't go anywhere."
Baron raised his eyebrows. "You want to imprison me right here in your room?"
"Yes. Or do you want to turn into a rat again? I can put you in the cage by the way."
Victoria laughed, but Baron didn't. He furrowed his brow as if he was contemplating something.
"Where did you get that cage from?" asked Baron.
"I found it in the warehouse. My father told me about the cage. So, what?"
