Runt grabbed my wrist and led me outside. I was about to warn him that I was still naked, and didn't want to wander the hallways like that. But
then I reasoned that my all my clothes had probably been moved upstairs, so I simply hoped we didn't encounter anyone.
The penthouse was hardly the nicest apartment in New York, but it was a damn sight better than the dive I'd been living in. It was mostly open
plan, with two floors, a balcony and a pretty good view. And it seemed only proper that I should get some sort of compensation for housing Runt.
"Still want to turn him back?" Runt asked, dangling the hamster at me by his tail.
I hesitated. I had intended to demand things back the way they were, but the possibility of actually living here was very tempting. If ever anyone
came looking for him, Runt could easily transform me into him and nobody would know the difference. If I found his paperwork, I could probably
even run the building, collect all the rent and effectively be paid to live in the penthouse. I could quit my job, the one I was probably already fired
from.
But then I'd have to keep the Super-Intendant in a cage, forever. Could I do that?