Sherry, with her impressive mouse hat (what did you want? It was riding on her head! Of course it was a hat), peeked around the corners, leading their little party along. "Hello?"

"HellooooOOOOooo?" It would be one thing to find the dreaming person, but wholly another if she managed to run into whatever it was this person was dreaming of. What if it was Steve? Or her father?

The little girl repressed a shudder, there was a mouse to mind, and hurried along. "Hello...!"