'It's your turn,' muttered my mouse, pushing my conscious forward inside of our bodies. 'I've done what I can. The rest is above my pay grade.'
Smiling, I hugged the other side of my soul as she squeaked in protest. 'Thank you for doing whatever is needed to keep us alive.'
Squirming out of my embrace, my mouse started to groom herself, trying to get her fur back in order. 'Like I said, I've done what I could. But I am definitely the beauty of our relationship. The idiots in the guard room have gone for dinner so I assume you'll have about an hour to do whatever it is that you do.'
I chuckled, rising to my feet. 'Understood,' I replied. Realizing that my mouse brought us back to the same place we started, under the couch, I quickly looked around.
'What? You don't trust me?' sneered the mouse, grabbing her tail.