“What is it?”

“don’t you remember? there were mouses on this wall, on the entire wall!”

“Wait… yeah! Yeah, there were! They were forming a line.”

“a line that took us directly into the ratman’s house! we thought those were creepy drawings made by wanderers from the ancient path, but look! there’s nothing here!”

Max was starting to comprehend.

“Are you saying… are you saying we made those?”

“precisely, my boy! a past-future (or would it be future-past?) version of ourselves drew those, in the hope we would find and follow it! well, it just so happens those past-future-past selves are us!”

”… Huh??????????”

Very well put, Max. What the actual f-

“we must draw the path of the mice on the walls! max, please, for the love of the graces tell me that you have a chalk in your pocket.

Unfortunately, he didn’t have any chalk.

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