You awake in a cold sweat.  You are laying on the bed in the bedroom of Castle Terror.  Your trousers are hanging on a chair.  The pockets have been emptied. 

You realize the maid must have doped the coffee.  And the part about being a mouse, ha ha, it was all a dream. 

You slip off the bed and stretch, and chuckle to yourself.  Just then, the maid comes in.  She's two hundred feet tall. 

"EEK!  A MOUSE!" she screams. 

She chases you with her broom.  You end up trapped in a corner.  She raises the broom and smashes it down to crush you. 

"Oh spriggins!" you say, crossing your tiny arms and resigning yourself to your fate.