You watch helplessly as Heather walks towards her house. You want to call out, run after her, beg her for help, but your legs were frozen. As dire as your situation was, Heather was ultimately a stranger. There’s no telling how she’d respond to seeing you. She could keep you as a prisoner, or a slave! Or maybe she’d simply mistake you for a bug and squish you.
No, Lydia was the answer. She has the antidote. It didn’t matter how long it took you, your only hope of survival is to get big again. You turned your back on Zoe’s house and began walking.
A week passed. Life as a tiny nomad was difficult to say the least… The first two nights were the hardest; with no clothes, tent or means to build a fire, you were left a shivering, naked mess catching minutes of sleep at a time under benches and bus shelters. Come night three, you learned something that proved vital to your survival; you were too small to set of intruder alarms! Your routine became settled: by day, you would travel, sticking close to walls and alleyways where fewer people stepped. Come evening, you’d take shelter in a store - groceries, clothing, coffee - and wait for the staff to lock you in. After that, you’d enjoy the safety and warmth of sleeping indoors! You were even able to make some clothing tearing off strips from fallen clothes and fastening them around you with shoelaces.
After ten days, you found yourself standing in front of Lydia’s house. It didn’t seem real. The last time you saw Lydia felt like a lifetime ago. You imagined what she would’ve been up to over the last week; video games, movies, working at her part time job… meanwhile, you were becoming a bona fide survivor! But now it was time for the next challenge… how were you going to get into her house? It’s not like you can knock on the door, or let yourself in…
As you pondered this, the front door swung open. You dived out of the way of the impending footfalls of whoever was about to emerge from the house, and looked up to see Lydia. Her sneaker came crashing down right in front of you, as if to remind you that, no matter how much of a hardened survivor you were, you were still tiny. Her other leg swung forward, taking a stride so large it almost made you jealous. This was your chance! If you were quick, you could latch on to Lydia’s shoe and hitch a ride with her to wherever she’s going!
On the other hand, are you insane?! That’s a 100ft tall woman and you’re considering jumping on her foot! Her front door is open, you could run inside now and look for the antidote, no risk needed!