Chapter 0
"Who knew it would be so hard to make it back here." An elderly woman asker herself as she walked down a neighborhood sidewalk. Her eyes set on a small yellow house with a red jalopy parked in the drive way. She walked through the picket fence gate and warily made it up the three steps. Her bony finger push the door bell, getting a voice to call out "I'm coming!"
The door pulled opened a moment later only for the mouse to be surprised at the height of his visitor. "Oh, hello?"
"You don't recognize me?" the woman asked as she placed a hand to her chest in disbelief. She pushed her way in, making sure to close the door behind herself before saying with a deeper masculine voice, "Come on, Mickey. I'm sure you can remember me."
Mickey's face quickly changed from confusion to anger as the voice clicked, "Miklos." Mickey realized.
Before the mouse, the old woman unbuttoned her dress and let it fall to the floor to reveal a gray mouse in a wig on stilts. "See, you do remember me." Miklos said, the stilts retracting into his shoes so he could be eye to eye with Mickey. "And hopefully my promise."
"It's been more than fifty years, Miklos." Mickey warned, his hands gripping into fists at the ready as a smile grew on his face. "I'm not the mouse you remember."
"No, you're not." Miklos smiled back, relaxed as he watched his opponent. "Finding your brother and helping him defeat a monster being just the first of many things that I've missed. I'm impressed."
"Ya, sure, but you're late." Mickey pointed out. "I know how you work, but yet I've already come home from an adventure. What's your plan this time?"
"This." Miklos reached out first, ready to grab Mickey by the neck only to grab air as his adversary ducked and rolled away.
Mickey jumped back to his feet, punching Miklos in the shoulder only to find his feet dropping out from under him and forcing him to his back as Miklos grabbed for his head only to miss as Mickey rolled away, into the hall wall.