Meanwhile.
When Arthur Jacobs awoke, he felt something gnawing on his toes.
"...What is that?"
He scrambled up from the floor and wiggled his foot. A rat scurried away from him. The mere sight of it made Arthur Jacobs scream. He shot back into a corner, pressing his back against the wall and hugging his knees to his chest.
Another rat darted past his eyes.
"Rats... There are rats."
"Someone... There are rats in here!"
The thought that a rat had just been chewing on his toes made Arthur Jacobs's face drain of color. He completely lost his composure.
The moment he opened his mouth, an angry voice cursed at him.
"What's all the racket? This is the Sky-Prison, of course there are rats! What a bumpkin. Which young master is still half-asleep? What, you expect me to go in there and catch them for you?"
