As promised, I am willing to continue this story. I've gone this far, but I will keep it up just like Fidget is doing in this fic. Thanks for the review, Mouse Avenger!
An hour later since the bat and the Flaversham mice departed from the train, Fidget held the map tightly and directed his mouse family and himself away from the strong gust of wind for their own safety. Then, they came to a very serene forest. It was a perfect time to take turns sharing the map and for Fidget to fly and possibly…gather up his thoughts along the way. The conductor has to be right about this, he contemplated, Even if I have to go miles away to find those bats, but I can't forget that I invited those who encourage and guide me through all my adventures and misadventures since I seem to like adventures and taking chances. Fidget swooped up to take a good glimpse of the village.
"Do you see anything up there, Fidget?" Olivia called.
"Yes, Livy! A village, but I haven't the foggiest idea if I'm looking at the right one!" Fidget replied, still observing the village.
"You can fly me up there!" Olivia said.
"Sure thing!" The bat swooped down, carried her on his back, and set her on a firm tree branch next to him. He was careful not to let her fall to her death while sitting on it. Each took turns reading the map and glanced from the map to the village.
"This village looks exactly like the picture," Olivia noted.
"Let me see here," Fidget said, diplomatically examining the map and now the village. "Well, girly, you're right."
"Daddy, we found the village!" Olivia shouted from high above.
"Yippee, we can go!" Fidget yelled, waving the map, but something unexpected happened: His map was taken into a very blustery spot.
"Oh, no, Fidget! The map!" Olivia panicked, "We have to go get it!"
"We'll get it together, I promise!" Fidget promised as he set her back on his shoulders and dove right into the breezy forest.
"Stir clear the wind, Fidget!" Mr. Flaversham warned, but the bat could not hear him. What was important was to get back the map and Fidget knew he had to try, even if it meant bursting through the currents of air and getting himself blown away.
"You can fly, Fidget! You can fly!" Olivia encouraged, giving Fidget every ounce of confidence that she can give.
With every bit of courage, he and the girl came to a bush, where the map was caught. When they pulled out the map, though, it ripped in half.
"Oh, no! It's ripped!" Fidget whined.
"Don't worry, my father will fix it!" Olivia said, crawling onto his back.
Be that as may, Fidget accumulated the missing pieces of the map in his hands and handed them to her. She held them firmly as the two returned to the girl's father.
"Father, the map has been ripped when we snatched the map from the bushes," Olivia explained, "Can you fix it? Do you have tape?" She gave her father the torn map.
"Hmm…You know, I don't know if I have any," Mr. Flaversham replied soberly.
"Oh, nice! You don't know if you brought any tape!" Fidget wooed sarcastically.
"I'll go look," Mr. Flaversham said steadily.
"Well, look fast because how will we know where we're going with a freaking torn map?!"
Flaversham was starting to lose it. All this time, he was trying to help, but apparently, Fidget was being far too impatient, inconsiderate, and bit the hand that fed him. "You know what? I tried to help you!" Flaversham raved.
"Fidget, stop bossing and yelling at my father!" Olivia scolded, "He was trying to help you, but you pushed him too far!"
Fidget's expression began to soften. After all, Fidget felt horrible yelling at Flaversham in front of Olivia and both of the Flavershams were too nice to be yelled at. Fidget also recalled a time when he beat up Olivia's father before bringing him to Ratigan, but he had no desire to do a thing like that to Olivia. Thankfully, all those years of working for that cruel rat were over.
Olivia cried in her father's arms while the bat's eyes cast down upon the ripped map. My parents wouldn't have wanted this, Fidget thought guiltily and sat down on the ground. How will he ever find his parents…on his own? Not that he would. Even if he did, it may not be successful. So, Fidget led himself to the Flavershams. He owed them an apology.
"Mr. Flaversham, I'm sorry I…uh…you know…yelled at you," Fidget apologized.
"It's alright, son," Flaversham replied.
Fidget was confused. "I'm not your son."
"Oh, I thought I'd call you my son in case your parents are no longer alive. So, in this case, that makes you my 'adopted son'."
"Oh, yeah, okay," Fidget nodded.
Olivia, herself, nodded in agreement. "We can look for a place to stay for the night," she suggested.
"Alright," Fidget yawned, "Good idea because I'm getting tired."
"We all are," Hiram Flaversham pointed out. So, the trio slept beside a tree and used the shredded map to keep warm.