“Um, excuse me? Mr. Driver sir?” a small voice piped up.
The driver, a man named Crenshaw, turned toward the owner of the voice, a young woman that called herself Jana. Most everyone else called her Mouse, and she supposed that that was fair, she did tend to make herself rather small, keep herself rather quiet, and if she was being honest with herself had a few physical characteristics in common with the tiny rodents: ears just slightly too big, teeth just slightly too large, sad mousey brown hair. She wasn’t terribly happy about the situation, someone had just made the connection long ago and she hadn’t seen any real