The girl walks over to the garbage and puts her hand -- and you -- in. For half a second, you think she's going to drop you, but then she pulls her hands back and shoves them into her pockets.
"Little twerp," you mutter, then catch yourself. Nothing little about this girl. But as she withdraws her hands, you realize you're going to have to do something drastic.
You pull yourself up the fabric walls to the daylight above. You reach it in time to see that the world is moving. You're not on the train yet, and that gives you some measure of hope -- if the girl gets on the train, you're a goner.
You brace yourself, and see a bench coming up. If you time it right, you can jump onto it, and get back to the trash can -- if you don't find the gun, you'll be bug-sized for the rest of your life.
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