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In a fit of something between panic and compassion, you seize the plastic
box from the attractive girl and bolt. Before anyone realizes what has
happened, you've retreated back into the corridor and made three or four
random turns down the winding, meandering halls. You're lost, but you
don't seem to hear anyone in pursuit. You slow your steps and glance at
the poor mouse as you continue down the corridor. He wiggles his whiskers
and stares back at you with those large, expressive black eyes.
The halls are unmarked, undecorated, and occasionally feature closed doors along their lengths. You hear nothing and see no exit signs. "What should I do?" you wonder aloud.
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