Her hand hovered over the door knob, shaking her head to quickly take the pieces of her mouse friend.
The room was dark. In the back were several screens, but she was too far away to see what they were showing. The levers she had seen Mr. Pemberly manipulating were now operated by some large automaton, it's back to her.
Mo's gears, luckily, would look like something she would be able to understand. She had made mice before. However, as she worked, she would recognize that the gears were old, ones that would be classified as antiques. Mo had obviously tried to keep himself clean, but the designs on the metal resembled old world machinery.
