Sherry looked down and peered at the little guardmouse, clearly confused. Her dream was over and the mouse was still talking. Bandit had his little device. and the raptor... well, Sherry wasn't going to think about that giant, scary dinosaur. But this little mouse didn't have anything.

"You're talking," she stated, and lowered herself even further to have a better look at him. He was cute, sort of like the mice in the tank at school. "Neat." Not logical in the slightest, but neat. "I'm going to pick you up," Sherry announced, and with careful little fingers, and absolutely no warning, she picked up the little mouse and held him in her cupped hand.

Boy, was Yuri ever going to be jealous.