I remember it like it was yesterday. Friday, October 17th. Actually, that wasn't the day I remember so well, that was the day the mouse was first spotted. Jonah had just gotten back from a convoy. We were just sitting around, being ourselves, and Jonah spotted a gray blur sprinting across the floor.

"What is that?" he asked.

"What?" I hadn't seen anything.

"That!"

I turned to look at Jonah, then I followed his eyes. There it was. A gray blur with a tail climbing among Jonah's belongings. It was all downhill from there.

The mouse wasn't spotted again until Sunday. I woke up before everyone else, but I stayed in bed for awhile, it being Sunday and all.

I saw it.

Then I didn't.

There it was.

Then it wasn't.

Way over there.

No it wasn't.

It was here.

And it wasn't.

It was as if there were three of them.

Then there weren't any.

It was very official now--we had a mouse to deal with.