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...!"
Sherry peered back at him, "Vega?" There's a little bit of disbelief in her voice, mostly because the last time she saw him, he was turning into a monster of some sort. "Are you okay?" She frowned a little bit at him and turned her head back to look for Doc and Fletcher. "I found Vega!"
Sherry didn't look like she believed him an iota, but kept it to herself. There would be plenty of time to yell at him later about pretending things were fine.
"Fletcher and... someone who calls himself Doc, oh, and this talking mouse," she shrugged and held out her hand pointing up where the mouse sat upon her headband. "Come on, I don't think I'm too far ahead of them, but you never know."
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"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...!"
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He pokes his head around the corner cautiously, tensed to jump back if he has to.
"Sherry?"
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"Who's here?"
Vega keeps listening for boots as he comes around, still carrying the gun.
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"Fletcher and... someone who calls himself Doc, oh, and this talking mouse," she shrugged and held out her hand pointing up where the mouse sat upon her headband. "Come on, I don't think I'm too far ahead of them, but you never know."
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