“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 reason to argue, and over time she had taken it to heart.
“I don’t mean to be a bother, really.” She continued. “But I was just wondering why we were stopping, and maybe if you knew how long we would be?” She could hardly stand it, she’d only been talking to the burly fellow for a moment and already she was start