Jack, remaining focused on making his way to Lydia, neglects to notice her coworker headed right for him. By the time he spots her colossal shoe in his peripheral vision, it’s too late to react. In a moment he is sent flying across the room as a sharp sting in his ribs gives way to a numbness spreading across his body. He slides across the tile floor behind the counter until he collides with the wall.

“Ow…” Jack manages to croak. He tries to stand but the bruising on his legs has rendered them unable to support any weight. He drags himself across the floor towards Lydia. He needed to get big again. He could no longer bare being this small. “Lydia… Lydia… Lyd..ia…” he tries to shout but every breath causes him pain. All he can do is keep dragging himself.

He makes it half way across the room before he sees the blonde coming back; headed right for him. 

“No…” Jack raises his arms as her shadow is cast over him. Looming. Foreboding. “No, no, no…”

Everything moves in slow motion. Jack knows he can’t drag himself out of the way in time. He looks at Lydia for the last time, oblivious to his plight down here. He hopes she never learns of his fate. He would hate it if she blamed herself.

He turns his attention to the blonde. Or rather, her shoe. It’s all he can see now. It hangs over him, drawing nearer by the second. The underside of her sneaker is dirty and worn from countless hours of walking. A few stones wedge themselves between the tread of the rubber sole, a piece of chewing gum is rendered completely flat as it remains stuck. Jack wonders which will happen him; mangled by the tread? Or completely flattened under her tremendous weight?

He never gets to see what becomes of his body. He dies as quickly as her foot completes its journey to the ground. The blonde hears a slight crunch, but thinks nothing of it. As far as she knows, she just crushed a particularly crispy piece of cinnamon bun, fallen from the oven. It happens. 

Jack’s body sticks to her shoe for the majority of the blonde’s shift. It comes loose and remains on the floor until the store closes, and the staff get on with their cleaning routines. He’s swept up by a teenager on minimum wage, who - as she empties her dustpan into the trash - doesn’t realise she just disposed of a dead body. Any traces of blood left behind are mopped up by equally oblivious workers, and Jack is never seen again.