Meryl the Mole’s jaw dropped.

“m-m-m-m…”

To which Mr. Rato responded with amuse:

“Haha, come on, Meryl, a mouse certainly isn’t the frightest thing you’ve seen today! But yes, this is a mouse. Max, you do not seem to be afraid.”

“I do not fear mice.”

“Such a respectable opinion. Why would someone fear such a tiny, harmless creature? The mice are my other medium of observance in the Maze, you see. They’re the only creature that is not affected by the corridors of time. But oh, their life is so short!”

At closer inspection, they could see that the tiny mouse was already kind of old. Grabbing a small piece of cheese on a near plate, Mr. Rato gently recompensed his little friend.

“And they LOVE cheese. This is their recompense everytime they sucessfully cross the labyrinth.”

“Where are the other mice? There’s just one.”

“Hmmm, they shall appear, really soon…”

The old rat vanished to the shadows again, and Mr. Rato adressed their guests.

“Now, shall we return to where we stopped? So you want to rescue your already sent-to-doom friend. That is admirable, but how will you do this?”

“why, we’re in a time maze, right? why can’t you just timetravel us back?”

“Ah, Meryl, but you know this is not how it works, right?”

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