He looked at his phone, turned pale, and then quickly left the room. She watched him, smiling. He could tell that he was stuck, locked inside like a mouse in a trap trying to find the cheese. This was different though. This time he was the cheese trapped in the box as she was the rat trying to get to her cheese. She watched him as he ran around frantically trying to find his way out of the maze. He was huffing and puffing as he was losing his breath, his legs throbbing. He’s been running for hours without taking a break. She just watched from the skylines, laughing. She was enjoying her time watching him freak out, waiting for him to come to her. A few more hours have passed and he’s made his way to a locked door. He bangs on it and she opens it. “Hello cheese.” She smiles and takes her knife out of her pocket. She stabs him in the chest over and over again. I guess it seems like the cheese has found its way to the rat instead.