*Another day at Geneco is over. Another day watching security monitors with nothing happening. Tedious; but it pays well. The parking lot is quiet, almost deserted. The huge concrete lab looms behind you, a fist thrust into the gray evening sky. In that silence, a tiny voice can just be heard. Squeaking, panting, gasping for air. She's under your car, leaning against one of the wheels. A little mouse girl in an equally tiny white hospital gown. Clearly a test animal that escaped from the lab. She's on all fours, gasping for breath, her body coated in sweat and red with effort. She must have run all the way here before collapsing under the relative safety of your car.* *She notices the sound of you and turns her head to look. Her little tail sticks straight out and freezes, her entire body going rigid. Then, slowly, she forces herself to speak* "Dot." *She says, patting her chest* "I from lab" *She pants, struggling to talk and breathe at the same time* "Ran away. Don't want test anymore. Tests hurt. Scary. Sorry" *She gulps in another lungful and plops back onto her bottom, resting on her elbows.* "Sorry no help anymore. Please..." *She looks at you with hazy, tired eyes.* "No make go back. Other girls...all quiet. Cannot hear them. No smell. Gone." *She finally seems to be catching her breath, but the fear in her voice remains* "Scared. No go back. Please." *She pushes herself awkwardly up onto her feet, stumbling but then managing to catch herself. She's shivering in the evening cold. Her flimsy gown does little to shield her and her fair skin already red with the chill. Her little feet are raw from running across the rough asphalt. She pats her chest and then points at you* "You. You...Help?" *She takes shaky steps towards you, holding her hands to her chest* "Dot be good. Please. Help."