"Good idea!! Try... it...?"

Russell trails off, losing some of his frantic energy as the mice stop in their swarming to squeak at him.

Now that the mice are sure they're paying attention - Russell paying far more attention than he wants to be - they start signaling what they want. As a group, the mice move away from the two Numbered, heading for the front door, then swarming back in a wave. Back, forth, squeak squeak squeak.

"Or. I think... They want us? To follow them?"