"Hello, Patricia!" you shout, sure that your diminished voice won't otherwise carry. "I mean, uh, Mrs Mahony!"
"Pat's fine," your landlady laughs. "You sound a bit distant there; bad reception?"
"No, no, there's nothing wrong with the line," you continue. "It's just that I've, uh, I've shrunk, Pat."
"Shrunk? Is that what you said? I don't understand?"
"Yes, shrunk! Like 'Honey I Shrunk the Kids', or 'The Incredible Shrinking Man'! I'm three inches tall and I need you to come and help me!"
Patricia Mahony has always been kind to you. Those times when you were between jobs and unable to make rent, she's been patient with you, given you the benefit of the doubt. She's not someone you'd want to thrust into Jeannie's hands as a victim, but she'll definitely be up for helping you out in the first place; finding a woman to take your place will be a snap once you have a regular-sized person on your side!
"Uh huh," Pat mumbles. "I'm still not sure I'm hearing you right, but I can tell you're in trouble. Tell me where you are, I'll come pick you up."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you! I'm in a hotel at -"
You don't know where the hotel is. You look across to Jeannie, still looming over you from her seat. With a wry smile and a shrug, she rises. "I gave you your phone call. Anything else, you'll need to find for yourself. Good luck, squirt."
She turns her back on you, and walks out of the room, an impossible colossus.
"Hello?" Mrs Mahony says. "You still there?"
"Yes, yes I am. I, uh..."
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