...This is a rather worrying development. They are not sure what is happening, and if they should... well. If they should get help, really. What if something lethal is happening here?

Things are really off, after all, and what if that means the worst things?

There is a tiny mouse conference in a corner, the squeaks of which may or may not reach Lucas's ears, and then one brave tiny scout scurries over and up the back of the couch to peer down at him from that elevated point. Way more obvious a spot than they prefer, but dire situations ask for drastic measures...