Mike was on the edge of panic the entire day. His body went through the motions of being a stableboy, but he definitly wasn't enjoying it. And God only knew what Ty had set him up for. After years of cleaning up horse shit, he might end up as almost anything.
When he was alone and done with his chores, he slipped into the part of the stable that he knew was his own and waited. This human form had almost nothing, just a couple of roughly sewn shirts and pants and an old sharp iron knife. He gathered them up into a bundle, waited for night, and set off into the woods. His only hope would be to find his freinds.
The new memories that Mike aquired told him that he had to stay out of sight until he was clear of the town. He wasn't a slave, but if he was found he would be returned to his master for punishment anyway. He went into the woods and walked by moonlight, hoping to find some sign of his freinds, and some way to break this curse.
He managed to walked miles in the dark before dawn. As the sun rose and the light filtered through the trees, Mike began to feel tired, and worried. By now he would be missed at the farm, and it was hard to say how much they would look for him. But he had to rest. Mike found a small, shallow cave near a stream and hunkered down in it.
As he drifted off to sleep, it was only then that he realized that he had thought this through very badly. He left without supplies, with no idea where he was or where he was going. Assuming Ty didn't drop him into a different universe all together, his freinds might be thousands of miles away. He had no money, and no idea what he would find in these hills.
Mike sobbed himself to sleep.