Thomas would have wept in bitter frustration and awful confusion but alas for him, he could not even do that, as rats have no tear ducts. As such, he was left to curl up in a corner of his new home with bars and mentally shout out his despair. Well, he did squeak quite a bit too, but no one could hear him. And even if they did, what could he do? He was a rat now. He couldn't talk. He couldn't express himself to explain what he was. He couldn't... But a sudden thought made him open his eyes. Of course! He could still write! Not with a lack of opposable thumbs but with a more crude utensils, like a piece of chalk or charcoal... Hey! He could just spell out the words with his nose, or his tail, if it came down to it! Yes! This was the perfect solution. Anyone would heed him then! But first... First he had to reach someone. And what to write. So first he had to get out of this awful cage. Sure, there had been this strange lady in Damon's room, but she had vanished mysteriously. Thomas was certain she had something to do with the magic getting him into this abominable situation. Not to mention that Monica seemed to have been brain-washed, Yes, all that was very fishy and he was going to get to the bottom of this. And find a solution, actually.
It took much twisting and shoving and squirming, but Thomas did manage to slither between the water and seed dispenser and small space to the outside. A hundred times he thought he'd get stuck, but he was out and he landed upon the floor of Damon's room swiftly. Serves that idiot right for putting him in a bird cage, not designed for rodents! So now... Now he had to find a piece of paper, and something appropriate to write with. Though the former human pondered that an answer to the magic wielded by that jerk Damon would be beneficial too. Perhaps he could find a clue as to this unbelievable power this asshole possessed while searching for writing tools. So he commenced his search, and if finding a large enough piece of paper was fine and easy, a decent pen or writing tool was not. As Thomas looked and poked around, his tail brushed items around, and happened to slide right against a lamp. The lamp containing the genie, in fact. Smoke erupted at once and Thomas found the same exotic woman standing right next to him. She had exited the lamp through a puff of smoke! Thomas understood immediately. A genie! That explained a lot! The lady looked around, a little puzzled, then stared down at him. Her eyes gleamed with interest and she smiled widely.
"Now THAT is quite interesting," she said with repressed glee. "Hello, new master. I have three wishes for you. How may I serve you?"
Thomas stood upon his hind legs staring at the genie. If he could have, he would've smiled broadly. Oh, things were about to get much more entertaining for him! If he got access to a genie, maybe being a rat temporarily was a decent price...