Apologies for the lack of posting, work has been crazy later so I’m leaving the weekends to play catch-up. *sighs*

Alright *pokes story* lets see what we have to work with here. We have a female (Woman? Girl?) who sees not-mice.

The not-mice might be luck, or probability, or fate… although it would be amusing to have little fate-mice running around. Either way, the mice give her hints on which way to go. They are small and shadowy and very obviously not-mice. This fact, which would have most of us heading to hide behind the nearest cat, doesn’t seem to bother her. She is the only one she knows who can see the mice.

There is one mouse, aged-newspaper brown (i.e. burnt tan) with four white paws and a white star between the eyes. Now of course it isn’t really a mouse, so sometimes the numbers of paws (and legs) are somewhat off. This mouse seems to know something the others don’t. It’s not as bouncy and tends to make a choice and stick to it. It also chooses things the other mice avoid. They might not be the best choices, some have been quite unpleasant actually, but they seem to be important somehow.

So one night, whilst out driving, newspaper mouse (hereafter referred to as Paws) pops up unrepentantly. She pulls over, because when not-mice demand something, it’s best to listen.

She follows the mouse down off the road until she finds mr. mystery man. She assumes he was in a car accident, but there is no car. Mysterious! Plus he can also see the mice, and it’s that a unusually coincidental.

The easy bit, of course, would be to make him an incarnation of Fate or Luck or somesuch, at which point the mice are sort of his minions. Which would mean that Paws has been steering her into meeting him, but he’s been at it a looooong time. So was mr mysterious Man lying here the whole time, or was this a recent injury?

Hrm, seems too pat. Why would he need her? Much less send the mice to bring her as help, unless there’s no one else to ask? Or maybe this was Paws’ idea. Maybe mister man had no clue she was coming, hmm. Then he could be miffed when he finds out she’s not who he’d expecting.

Hehehe, this could be fun… *wanders off to daydream about not-mice and possible incarnations of improbability*