Tord slowly opened his eyes as bright light invaded the room. He observed his surrounding noticing the being in his lap, he smile and stroked its head. Then he realized, he was technically trapped by the beast, he did not want to wake him but it may be necessary.

Tord lifted the small purple blob, he was surprisingly light and a heavy sleeper, he placed him on the bed and went into the Porto Pity sized bathroom to change.

Tord walked back into the room but the silence was interrupted by a croak from the monsters stomach. Of course how could he have forgotten! Tord often forgot about the need to eat, hell he couldn't even remember the last time he ate. This brought to light another issue, what the hell do monsters like to eat?

Tord's mind went blank, deep in thought he barely noticed the stirring Tom. He let out a strange throaty yawn sounding somewhat like a puppy. The confused monster hopped in front of the confused Norwegian and cocked his head. "Good morning venn, you hungry?" Tord smiled kindly. Tom was indeed confused but he nodded his head, "What do you eat?" The communist questioned. Tom told Tord what he liked and was puzzled at his confused look only grew, of course! All the Commie heard was growls and barks.

Tord's gazed off into the distance filling the room with silence, suddenly he jumped up and looked under his bed, Tom didn't even know there was space under there. The red hoodied man pulled out an old backpack, it did seem sturdy though.He placed it by Tom, he cocked his head with confusion. "Gutt, can you fit in there?" Tom would have rolled his eye if he had one as he stepped into the bag, he fit snugly. 

The Norwegian smiled, it was not creepy or sinister. Tom was not used to this Tord. "Hear me out lille venn. If you stay in the backpack and I bring you to the store you can show me, I can't understand you hah". Tom thought for a second and stepped into the bag laying down in a comfortable position. Tord zipped up the bag, Tom put his clawed paw at the bottom so he could see and breathe.

Tord put on an old brown hoodie and slung the hood up, he picked the bag up and put it on his back being as careful as possible. He made his way through the metal halls signing out at the font gate and making his way to town. Tom was actually enjoying himself, he way comfortable in his little bag, the floating feeling making him feel giggley.

The door beeped as Tord walked into the store, he was very jumpy in public since the incident. He was wanted before and because of the robot incident, people were always keeping an eye out for him. The patch and scars worked both as a disguise and a giveaway but he ignored the confused or disgusted looks from passers by, a child even started to cry. "Rude" he grumbled to himself, Tom was watching from the hold in the zip he did feel a little bad for the commie, he was still confused but he didn't care right now.

Tord walked down the many aisles still ignoring peoples stares, he waited for a sign from his unbeknownst to him, his enemy. Surely enough he got one in  the meat isle, he knelt down and Tom's paw grabbed some bacon and handed it to Tord. Tord looked forward seeing an innocent looking kid looking scared at the limb coming from his rucksack. "uhmm... This is a dream and you have two weeks to live kid" Tord smirked, the child started bawling and running away earning a somewhat wicked chuckle from Tord.

"That sounded familiar? Right Matt?". Tord turned slightly to see the two he did not want to face right now, Edd and Matt. He held his breath and listened a little longer wondering where the hell the alcoholic was. "Uh no..." the confused ginger replied "You must ease up Edd". The cola boy sighed heavily "I know, I know. Its just I miss Tom. The police are still looking for him but... y''know..." Matt smiled, it was a mixture of nervousness and knowing.

Matt's attention shifted from Edd to the onlooking brown wearing stranger. "It's a pound to stare bud" He joked catching Edd's attention. Tord panicked and ran to the counter. He couldn't wait for the cashier so he went to the self service machines. Matt's face had gone white upon seeing the awful marks on the mans face "Oh my god Edd I hope he was okay!". Edd was stunned, it looked like him but.... it couldn't be... right?

Edd ran after the brown hoodied male, they found him desperately trying to shoe a fiver into the machine, he looked back at them and tried again pushing harder, the machine excepted. He grabbed the bacon and shoved it in his pocket. "Tord!?" Edd yelled causing all who knew the name to look in that direction. Tord froze then dashed off as fast as he could. He ran and ran, through random streets and alleyways making his track to the base untrackable. He regained his composure and walked to his office, his hood down as to not cause suspicion.

Tord unzipped the bag finding an unconscious, ill looking, dizzy Tom. He had only just remembered he was on his back the whole time.  ".....dritt......"