He was almost relieved to see the Doctor there, but then the idiot went and stepped on the stick. He sighed, slumping back against the cage walls, watching as the man ran for his life.

He actually wished him luck.

This cage was much too small, and the heat and the stress was really starting to get to him. His stitches were pulling, blood starting to leak slowly into his tee. It was a good thing he'd picked red; next to all the sweat and rain, the blood was invisible.