Max had finished his tale. The look on his face suggested that he was content. He wanted nothing from Zed. He was not seeking approval. He was not looking for a specific reaction.
“Thank you for sharing your story with me,” said Zed. “Yours is truly a remarkable journey. You are a mouse like no other.”
It was now dark.
“Let’s talk more tomorrow,” Zed suggested. “It is getting late. Will you meet me here in the morning?”
“Yes,” said Max.
Max expected Zed to get up and walk past him down the passage. Instead, Zed turned toward the corner and began to walk straight toward the wall. Max looked at him, confused. This was a dead end. Was Zed planning on staying here, in the corner, for the night? Had he become disoriented?
Zed kept walking.