It isn’t every day that things like this happen.

Mather M— was quite the ordinary sort of fellow, the kind of fellow you’d pass on the street and not think twice about.

Until you did.

You see, Mather had an affinity for mice, or rather, one mouse in particular, and this mouse and Mather were quite inseparable. Wherever Mather went, so did Mouse: to the train station, the office, the store, to church. Mouse would sit on Mather’s left shoulder, quite at home on Mather’s gray, tweed coat. Not so strange you say? Perhaps not. To the casual observer it was just a man and a mouse—that is if you happened to even notice Mouse. Most people did not. But what made Mather not as ordinary as he seemed was that Mouse was somewhat more intelligent than Mather.

Perhaps stranger still was that Mather went wherever Mouse did.

Mouse, you see, knew things—things that Mather did not. Mather, who was by no means a fool, listened to Mouse. It was best that way.

Until it wasn’t.

Until today.