Max arrived at their meeting place early the next morning. He had not slept all night. But he felt more awake—more alive—than ever. He noticed that he was looking down the long passage in anticipation of Zed. He had to laugh.
Any other mouse would have to walk down that passage to come here, he thought. But Zed did not. He did not have to do anything. He could appear from anywhere.
And then he saw Zed walking toward him, as any other mouse would, down the long passage. And he laughed again.
Once they had greeted each other and were seated, Zed spoke.
“Yesterday, Max, before you started your story, you told me that everything you were going to tell me was true. ‘Even the impossible.’”
“That’s right,” agreed Max.
“Well,” said ...