S.O.S.: Scared Of Something in my kitchen which is probably a mouse

I am not afraid of bugs. Spiders, cockroaches, they don't bother me. What I am afraid of is mice. I'm working at home in the living room. I got up a half-hour ago to go to the bathroom. Regis was in the bedroom, staring into the kitchen. When I exited the bathroom, he was in the kitchen, by the pantry, playing with something I couldn't see. I called Jessica and she said Nate heard something in the wall this morning. I ran back to the living room and shut the door. I'm not coming out. Micah said he would leave work at 4. I hope I don't have to go to the bathroom for the next 5 hours. If I absolutely need to, I will go in my coffee cup. So much for eating lunch, too. Send help.

UPDATE:
1:05pm It's quiet. Real quiet. I could hear Regis playing with something all up and down the hallway for quite a while. Now, it's silent. Micah just told me he forgot to feed him breakfast. Ewwww! Is he eating the mouse? Will there be blood and guts all over the white bedspread? Will I ever feel safe again?

UPDATE:
1:56pm It's still quiet and I am hungry. I am kicking myself for not taking up Jessica's offer to use her computer on the 1st floor. I could have sneaked out while Regis was playing with the mouse in the kitchen, and would not had to have to see a thing. When I wanted to eat, I could have snagged one of her coats and gone out. Wait! what about shoes? My shoes are in my bedroom, I wouldn't have any shoes. Ah, but I went for a walk last night and my snow boots are downstairs--HA! But, what about money? Your cash in in your purse and your purse is in the kitchen with the mouse? Well, that wouldn't be a trick at all--if Dave is working at Fu-Wah, I'm sure I could explain the situation and he would give me a tofu hoagie and I could pay him before they close tonight. Instead, I am stuck in here. This blows.

UPDATE:
3:13pm I'm cranky. I really want some food. I have an awful taste in my mouth because the last thing I had was coffee, hours ago. I have about an hour and a half to go. Hopefully. If Micah misses his train I think I may kill him. I'm pretty certain at this point that Regis has eaten the mouse. I started to get concerned, so I googled, "can my cat die if he eats a mouse". Apparently, no. I also found in my search a list called, Purr-litical Correctness. Here are a few:

1. My cat does not barf hairballs, he is a floor/rug redecorator.

2. My cat does not break things, she helps gravity do its job.

3. My cat does not fear dogs, they are merely sprint practice tools.

4. My cat does not gobble, she eats with alacrity.

5. My cat does not scratch, he is a furniture/rug/skin ventilator.

6. My cat does not yowl, he is singing off-key.

7. My cat is not a "shedding machine", she is a hair relocation stylist.

UPDATE:
6:03pm Jessica came home about a half-hour ago. She came up to the apartment, checked things out for me, and escorted me out the door. I got to use the bathroom AND she made a delicious snack of rasberries, blueberries,aged gouda and beer! Yum! I should barricade myself in rooms more often! Then, Micah came home. He wasn't as nice as Jessica. He went upstairs, then came down, rolled his eyes at me and said he didn't find a thing. Then, he kept yakking about how I should be happy that Regis catches mice because that's what he's supposed to do because of his biology blah,blah,blah. What a jerk! Anyway, I guess there was never a mouse after all! Oh well!