Sitting in a meeting barely awake and staring at the others, all non-hierachical in a circle, with the non-leader talking, not interested in anything, reflecting on the imperfections of the weeks past and ahead.

There is a mouse in the corner and it coughs, attracting his attention, and he turns around in his chair. The others are discussing how to align business processes into discrete flow diagrams. The one called Colin has started to argue about the colour of the lines. No-one notices him turn.

“Over here.”

That’s not right. Mice aren’t meant to speak.