Mrs. Brisby's cinderblock home landed in it's new place with a thump. The light faded before the rat's eyes, and Brisby collapsed, exhausted.

There was a silence as the rats of NIMH stared at Mrs. Brisby, bewildered.

Martin and Teresa were bewildered themselves. At first the black stuff seemed about to swallow them all up, but then everything went bright and the black stuff vanished, and they felt like they were gently floating before landing with a thump, unharmed.

Still a bit shocked, they clutched the table that had improvised as a boat for a while.

The Shrew had just woken up, having slept through the entire ordeal on another table. "Oog...what happened?"

"I think we just moved." Cynthia replied simply.

"Just like that? Let's see. I don't think anything happened...what did the rats do?"

Martin groaned sourly.

The shrew managed to find the exit of the block and walked out to find herself under the lee of the stone. They had moved.

"Well, that's that I suppose. Though why Brisby needed rats to - BRISBY!"

The shrew saw the unconscious Brisby surrounded by rats and ran with all speed towards her. "Brisby! What did you-"

"You wouldn't believe us if we told you." One of the rats, a tall brown one with a friendly enough face replied airily.

The Shrew stared at Brisby in panic before being reassured by Mr. Ages. "She's fine, she's just unconscious."

"Then why are we all just standing here?" The shrew had lost her shrewish voice in all this.

"Justin, could you..."

Justin snapped out of his trance and began to pick the sleeping mouse up.

"Careful...Mind her head...gently...easy...there." Mr Ages and the shrew took turns in advising Justin in carrying the sleeping Brisby to her house. "Little further...Here's where you get in."

Teresa and Martin saw Justin carrying Mrs. Brisby and assumed the worst at first, but a sleepy mumble from Brisby relaxed them enough to show the good rat where to put her.

Cynthia had ducked under a table at Justin's sight.

Justin gently laid the mouse widow that had warned them in time in her bed, smiling quietly.

Cynthia eventually got the courage to ask. "Are we moved yet?"

"Yes, little one. You're safe from the plow now." Justin turned to see another sleeping little mouse that seemed to be breathing laboriously. Justin felt his forehead. Bad Fever. No wonder Brisby needed to move.

Mrs. Brisby began talking in her sleep.

"I did it Jonathan...Timmy's safe now..."

"Er...yes he is." Justin could reply.

Brisby opened her eyes. "Heheh...hello Justin. My hands are..."

"Easy Brisby. Don't try to get up."

Brisby smiled. "I guess you had better get going, hmm?"

"Yes. We have to journey to Thorn Valley tonight. Thank you again."

"T...Take this." Brisby managed to get the red amulet off her neck to give to Justin.

"But...but Brisby..." Justin was more than a little unsure about what to do about this.

"Take it Justin." Brisby began to fall asleep again. "It'll give you luck...Yaawwwn. Nicodemus told me...Courage of the Heart is very rare...the stone has a...power when it's there...take it."

"Ok..." Justin pocketed the amulet, still a little unsure. "We're leaving for Thorn Valley. Maybe we'll see you again... Can you promise to come one day?"

"...yes...I promise." Brisby finally fell asleep.

Justin slowly walked out of the Brisby home, looking at the amulet. Brisby had trusted him with it...Nicodemus had given it to her. Nicodemus...

Justin managed to leave the house. The other rats were still there.

"Friends, tonight we leave for Thorn Valley."

And they left, Justin managing one last look at the house. The children were waving.

Justin waved back and left the farm.