He looked up at the whitecoat. Another test. This time, the girl was there with him. They had to cooperate, fly together. He looked at her warily. Her chocolate brown eyes held as much worry as his. They sort of knew each other. They had talked a couple times, exchanged quick words through bars of dog crates. The maze was already set up. A whitecoat told them to go, and he was glad someone was there with him, someone to help him escape the pain of the electric shocks.