As the days drifted by he lost all concern about fighting against his situation accepting the strangely comfortable routine that filled his hours as his nursemaid attended to his every physical need without comment. Deep in the back of his mind was the knowing fear that this was to be his new life. It was clear that little Lucy was gaining freedoms that he didn't have and he began to resent the fact that she was allowed to help dress and feed herself. He viewed her toilet training freedoms with sheer envy. But most of all he had a deep yearning for the verbal and personal companionship she received, for when Molly and the others came for her, he suffered doubly in the loss of his playmate leaving him in relative isolation and in the knowledge that she was playing with others older and more socially mature than she.