Mike tentatively advanced down the brightly lit corridor, seeking escape. He came to a junction, hesitated, and then chose the right hand turn. Soon, another junction appeared. This time he turned left. Instinct told him that the path to freedom lay ahead.
Before him, he found a shiny metal plate covering the floor. As he placed a foot on the plate, a jolt of electricity surged through his body. He squealed in protest and leaped back; hair standing on end.
Turning around, he searched for another way to escape the maze of corridors, and get back to the other mice.