Knowing that your unaware giantess of a friend wouldn't be able to stop herself if she did't see you, you run for cover. The redhead completes her step, head tilted slightly as she continues to wonder what became of her vanished friend. She glances at her camera's screen again, a look of pure shock and awe resounding in her facial features. What she had seen was undoubtedly you, but either midway through your transformation or as the final product. It had all happened so fast that you still hadn't pieced the chronology of the flash and your shrinking just yet.
Following your improvisational lodging (near the leg of the large lunchroom table) you rack your mind for answers to your newfound trouble. Either Emily had done this to you and was playing dumb, which was very unlikely, or someone else was responsible for this. You could name your legitimate enemies on one hand, though, and only two of those would be in this room at the moment. Still, there was also the possibility of it being some sort of freak accident, a genetic fluke that would ruin your life as you knew it. Either way, life would be far more difficult henceforth.
Meanwhile high above the tiny man, Emily tried to soak in the information she had just gathered. Someway, somehow, one of her close friends had started to shrink right before her eyes. The proof was in the picture after all, but she hoped it would provide at least a thousand words on how she would find Ant. First off she shouldn't walk forward again; after all she might step on the poor little guy! Unsure of what course of action to take first, Emily scanned the ground with her eyes, hunting for a clue as to where he'd eneded up after the transformation.
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