I just don't know.' Daya saw the Janitor place a hand on his face, rubbing his temples. 'I can't keep you in this bag forever, and even if my friend agrees to help. 'What do you mean.?' Daya questioned, climbing up to the edge of the bag. 'I have no idea how I'm going to keep you a secret.' Once they were far enough away from the chef's area he gave a sigh of relief. The Janitor began to walk once again making his presence know to everything that saw him.
