As the feline opened his eyes he couldn't help but feel as if he was missing something. The regression had given him sight once more, seeing the shapes for the first time. But at the same time it had taken from him, the ability to feel, hear, smell, and taste his surroundings. His senses where dulled, and he could not help but miss them. His surroundings where filthy, the stench being clear, even to his lowered senses. But that didn't matter for now, all he wanted was to get out of there, so he ran away from the crevice, entering the street before the foster home.