Sam is not quick on the uptake

Alex left quickly, removing the heels so he could move quickly and avoid Zack and Sam more readily. He slipped off down a corridor towards the back of the house.

Back in the maid's room, Sam looked at the bed and wondered if he should wait there for Alice. He imagined that it would really impress her if she came back from working and he was there in her bed completely naked. Seriously, for just a moment in his head, he could imagine that was the sort of thing strange girls he had barely met liked. In his defense, he was having a really unusual day, and his internal plausibility meter was getting decalibrated.

He heard a rustle in the closet. He pulled his pants back on slowly and walked over to investigate. He glanced in cautiously and caught something moving. It almost looked like the clothes moved. He turned on the light, and the old filament bulb flickered to life. He was sure of it this time. There was a pile of clothes neatly tied up in a bundle with red ribbon, with the exact T-shirt Alex had been wearing when he arrived. And right next to it, he saw what looked like an old girl's cheerleading uniform from the 80s and though it was sitting on the floor, it trembled slightly, in a way that only living things do.

Oh shit, Sam realized. Oh shit oh shit oh shit.

This place has mice.

Sam had a commendably short list of irrational phobias, but as much as he tried to downplay it around other guys, mice were close to the top. He nearly slammed the door, as though he expected something to come lunging out of the closet at him, and shuddered involuntarily, thinking about the scratchy sound of their cold little mouse feet skittering across the bedroom floor.

"I should find Alice and tell her. She'll know how to get rid of it," thought Sam as he left the room, thinking behind the thoughts that this would be a good way to strike up a conversation with her.

As mentioned previously, his plausibility meter was busted.