Of course, you are woken well before the departure, as Alfie strides past on his way to work, slamming the front door like the end of the world. After that, silence reigns again, but you are unable to return to slumber. Instead, you make your way along the bed of the stroller's shelf, checking off all your items and ensuring they're secured and are clear of the probable drop zone for any giant cargo. You secure as much as you can aboard the wheelbarrow, lashed in place with ropes. When you get the chance to leave the stroller, you'll probably only have time to push your carrier off, and want to make sure there's as little scatter as possible.
Outside, the world continues. Posey moves around and barks, but she has no interest in the stroller. Sarah wakes Sophia and breakfasts her, all out of sight but far from silent. You eat yourself, a heavy breakfast to see you through the day, with a mouthful of water. It'll be strange, returning to the sterile environment of the library, but the lessons you've learned here will serve you well. Lessons, and supplies.
In time, you can see Sarah's bare feet slapping across the floor as she approaches, slipping on a pair of sandals before wrenching the stroller from its position. You wobble and decide to sit down for this journey as the woman effortlessly manoeuvres the gigantic structure around you, then duck as first nappies and then the same book that trapped you a week ago are dropped into the basket, shuddering everything but luckily not touching you.
The scariest moment of all is when Sophia is lowered into her seat, the ceiling once again deforming beneath the tremendous bulk of the toddler. With the child comes sound, your world far from silent now with her constant breathing and frequent vocalisations. Sarah pushes the two of you out of the house and into the greater world.
Fresh air, wild noises, all assail your position. Even the sunlight, filtered though it is, is like a new sensation to you, and the journey - while rough - is wonderful. You breathe and laugh, luxuriating in the feeling of being chauffeured by a giantess, all your worries as inconsequential as your own being.
The library is the first destination, and Sarah's enormous tread is all too soon smashing up puffs of dust from a neglected carpet. It's unlikely that she'll take her child to the erotica section where you left your initial camp and shrinking device, so you'll have to drop off at some point and make your own way there.
So, you wait for Sarah to return her previous book and enter the library proper. Unaware of her planned route, you wait until she stops for a moment, and then heave your wheelbarrow over the edge, not waiting before grabbing your remaining possessions to your chest and leaping after it.
You plummet, but the barrow provides a soft landing, your bag of water almost bouncing you. As you slide from it to the carpet, you smile as nothing has been smashed free by the landing.
Then you hold your breath as Sarah raises one foot over and beyond you, the wheels of the stroller yielding to the force of her muscles and rolling on their way. You turn your head to her other foot, just to your left, and watch the skin of the ankle flex and move as it rises, detritus spilling away from the underside of the sandal, another unremarkable moment in her simple walk.
You find it impossible to look away from the departing form of your host, taking every moment to treasure before she leaves forever. A week in her presence has made her a constant comfort: from now on, you are truly alone.
The sounds of other giants can be heard in the distance, and you right your barrow to move to the base of the stacks, out of the way of careless feet.
Seems you're near the entrance to the children's section, and your knowledge of the library's layout means you could find your way back to 'Werewolf Lovers IX' with no problems. And you whistle as you walk, stopping when the shadow of a giant falls over you for fear your movement may attract their attention. Yet you needn't have feared, for the population here is low at this early hour, and it's not too long before you are back at the base of the shelving atop which rests your old home.
As you prop up your barrow, you wonder what to do now. Hauling this whole load up to the top seems like a lot of effort; might it not be better to climb up yourself, use the device to restore your size and then simply pick up your barrow at giant size?
That does seem a little like cheating though, not to mention the risk of someone seeing you do it and asking too many questions. An alternative might be to look around to see if there's some item or tool around that you could use to help yourself, but who knows how long that will take?
Why remain up there at all? You could always climb up and just push the device to the ground, and take it with the barrow to somewhere lower for a better situated base camp.
Or you could just leave the device here, and go trundling off with your barrow to somewhere else entirely.
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