He gestures to one of the nearby rats, one of the smaller ones with several scars steps forward, lowering her head respectfully to Saul. "Gene, could you show her the way? You're the only one who is using the nursery." She nodded, and he looked back to you. "Make magic your first priority, alright Day? I really really want my mate back. Practice and practice until you're ready. I will ask each day to see what you've learned." Pause. "Gene, take her. And get her supper while you're doing that."
The little rat nodded obediently, moving over to you and taking hold of one of your arms. Up close, you could tell without even looking that she was a mother- the smell was all over her. She was much smaller than some of the others, probably younger too, so her getting close didn't frighten you the way it had when Kelly had attacked. She wasn't all that different from a mouse really, aside from her harsher features and her fur. "Please come with me." She squeaked timidly, despite being a few inches taller than you were. Without another look back, you turn and follow her from the room. There was a steep stairwell to climb, a stairwell that was more like a ladder made with cardboard and other scavenged bits and pieces of refuse. It was pitch black, but that didn't bother you the way it should have, not with her scent so strong and close by. The dark was part of your world! Mice were in the dark most of their lives! Then again... you weren't a mouse, not really! Had you completely forgotten your hopes of being human? Being normal-sized, even? You hadn't abandoned yourself to a rodentine existence forever... had you?
The nursery wasn't that far, and it was not long at all of walking through the dark that you reached a low, brightly lit, warm room. There's a warm breeze blowing through the room towards you, and a bright green LED showing through the steel ceiling. The walls and floor were soft though, and it was unmistakable what this room was supposed to be. It was colorful, soft, and full of homemade baby toys of various shapes and sizes, made with bits of trash like the tabs from soda cans and reflective bits of plastic, with the edges sanded smooth to avoid hurting little bodies. There were several cribs, and several more "beds", though each one was clearly made for several individuals to share. "Here..." Said a small voice from beside you, leading you to one of the closer cribs. There were three little rats asleep inside, barely old enough to have fur. "Shawn, Rex, and Lilly." She explained proudly. "You can put Kelly in with them if you like. She would get too cold if you put her on her own."
"Will they... hurt her?" You can't help the question, despite how unlikely it se ms. But rats are bigger and stronger than mice! You don‘t want her getting hurt!
Of course, Gene looks at you like you're crazy. "They're babies. What are they going to do?" She reached towards Kelly, and for one reason or another, you let her take the child, which she holds gently to her chest for a moment, looking her over for a moment before setting her gently into the crib with the others. You watch closely, but sure enough, the others hardly even seem to notice her. One of them nudges a little closer to her, and Gene adjusts the blanket so that it covers all four of them together. "There." She turned away, facing you again. "Now..." All her nervous shyness was gone now. "I saw what you did, I know you're a witch. You have to help me escape with you."
You look back at the rat, mind reeling over her words. You imagine Saul, the little Kelly asleep in the Crib, and answer...