Karla stood rooted to the spot. Unable to move from shock, Karla merely blinked trying to soak in the sight before her. A talking bug-man, standing on the table. Yep. Still there. No matter how many times Karla blinked her eyes she could not get the sight before her to vanish. In her head Karla was having a desperate argument with herself. Desperately trying to convince herself that it just could not be true, such sights were relegated to the land of fancy she could not help but slowly give in to the reality of what was before her.
Finally Karla found the strength to take a deep breath. As she looked down at the small group of figures on the table Karla realized that some time must have passed because they were all staring at her with puzzled looks on their faces, some beginning to turn away.
"Hello?" the small man said again.
"Uh. Hi." Karla replied.
"Are you alright ma'am?"
"I... I think so. If you'll excuse me for just one minute, I'll be right back and we can see what I can do for you."
Karla slowly stood up and began to walk out of the room. A quick trip to the restroom to splash some water on her face, perhaps some caffeine on the way back. Yes, that's what she'd do. Slowly Karla walked out of the room resolved that if those tiny figures where still there when she came back she would do whatever she could to help them.
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