Another voice? That wasn't possible. It just wasn't. No one was left. But he'd heard something...

Fletcher peeked up. It wasn't as though anyone was around to make fun of him for reacting to figments of his imagination. He wiped his eyes, but he was still crying so it didn't do much good.

A girl and a... mouse? He was certainly imagining things. He hiccupped. But if they were real... Voice quavering, he managed to squeak out, "Run away."