I was a jumble of emotion, a bit elated, a bit scared, and full of proud admiration for Maggie and for Sandy, who had acted so bravely that night. But as my excitement began to settle I found that underneath it all, my resolutions were intact. I still wanted answers. I still wanted to go home. I still wanted to get into the lab. More than ever, now. Maybe Maggie and Sandy had both been invisible for a while? A chemical for becoming invisible and a chemical for making animals talk. It was too far-fetched. But no matter how hard I racked my brains I couldn’t come up with anything better. I hoped the little mouse would come again, and sure enough he did, about half an hour later. We chatted for a while and he told me his name was Claus. Then I remembered where it was I had last seen him, and I realised that he might be able to offer more than company. ‘Did you see Maggie in the garage today?’ I asked. ‘Maggie?’ ‘Mother, I mean,’ I said. ‘’Course,’ said Claus. ‘Two or three times.
