"No question this is something Network-related," Russell grouses. "They had to wait until Saturday. Nothing going on, so of course we're free to do... whatever this is."

He taps his fingers on his knee, watching the mice swarm back and forth like the fuzziest wave in the world, and shivers again.

"Right, I guess that makes sense. You go on ahead, I'll... keep an ear open."

Thanks to his luck, and the inevitability of time paradoxes from the other prompts in this top level, he will join in the search before hearing anything back from the Network. This'll come in the form of more mice showing up while Walter's gone, convincing Russell to join in this reversed Pied Piper routine.