You scuttle up to the shiny shoe of one of the seated teenagers, a perfect starting point since the wearer won't feel you. From there, it's a simple process for your quarter-inch tall self to climb the trousers, hauling yourself upwards while these giants are still absorbed in their social media or whatever.
The vast pocket lies ahead of you, a great cave full of mystery and possibility. There could be nothing in there, there could be essential items. There's only one way to find out.
So, in you plunge, flicking on your precious flashlight torch to guide the way.
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