| You had the weirdest
dream just now. Something about turning into a mouse, and then waking
up, and then sitting in front of a magic box that shows you pictures and
words when you press buttons --
Well, now you're really awake (honest!), and you find that you're face down on the cold pavement of the passage, in total darkness. From your pounding headache, it's apparent that the maid must have drugged the coffee big time. If you'd gone up the steps back to the study, she would have found you unconscious, dragged you to the bedroom, and pilfered your pocket change. Who knows what the mice would have done! But fortunately, you didn't go back, and your trowsers still jangle reassuringly. You hear a low growl up ahead, and quietly empty your pockets. No sense letting the noise of loose change give your position away. |