Ash lay amid some hay in the attic of a building. He had been there for some time, and rarely left. Because each time he did, it was all the more likely somebody would find him. He was mostly comfortable. It was nothing compared to the bed he had grown up with, but it served him well enough. He lay there, watching the windows light slowly move across the short ceiling.
Some time later, Ash heard the sounds of some footsteps nearby. He peeked through two of the boards on the wall and saw a few kids following a man, carrying buckets of water. He wasn't sure what was worse, being stuck in this tiny room all day or being forced to serve a harsh master for the rest of his life. For now, freedom was what Ash wanted.
So he continued to hide in the attic of a building, trying to feel freedeom in his confines.