You shout at the wall, shouting as loudly as you can. You shout yourself hoarse, until you can't imagine shouting any more. But there's nothing -- no indication at all that the girl has heard you.
You sit down at the base of the eardrum. As if mocking you, the girl erupts in cacophonous laughter at some joke in the macroscopic world, You'll have to figure out some way to get the attention of this world of giants.
Or will you?
What little you've seen indicates that this is a post-industrial society -- around a 2000 on the Peters/T'Plagg scale. That's a pretty safe world, all things considered. This girl is probably going home to a decent, clean house, one with a minimum of pests.
You could probably set up a pretty good life as a pest in that home, until you get to know the lay of the land.
You decide to remain an earworm, at least for the moment; you'll poke your head out at some opportune time, like when the girl goes to bed tonight. Having decided on your course of action, you lay down in the depths of the girl's ear, and despite the constant earthquakes of her moving head, you drift off to sleep.
* * *
"You done, Mala?"
The girl looks over at her Mom, and says, "Not quite."
"Well, hurry. The sun's getting low; we need to finish lunch if we're going to..."
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