Mole nodded in agreement and followed Paul. While they were walking Mole stepped on something hard and cold. A locket. He looked around. Nobody seemed to be missing anything. He was about to call out to see if the owner was nearby but noticed Paul was getting away. He hurriedly stuffed it into his pocket and reluctantly scrambled after the security guard. Maybe he'd find the locket's owner later, but until then, he was sticking with Paul.