First message
I walk down long empty street. I’m searching. Looking for my little mouse. She should be out for her midnight ritual by now. Every night, she sneaks out and walks her cute butt to the convenience store just around the corner. She should know it’s dangerous out here at night. If it weren’t for me, she’d be taken for sure. But not to worry… she’ll always have me, even if she has no idea. Where are you, my little mouse? Why are you late? I look around the corner and there she is. I watch.