Making your way around the room, you check cabinets and drawers, finding nothing unusual. No more devices. Nothing that looks like a prototype or even spare parts. She must have constructed it elsewhere if you can't even find trace of leftover screw. Glancing from table to table, you turn to inspect the next wall of containers. There's a man there. He's not standing in front of you. He's standing next to you - on the countertop beside a washbasin. He's only an inch tall. You stop, stare an uncomfortably long time at his attempts to draw you near. With his hands cupped around his mouth, you can only barely hear his voice from this distance. You approach and ask who he is.
"Tom," he shouts.
"Last name, Thumb?" you verbally poke. "Are you part of the professor's experiment?"
"It's more than that. Worse than that." he solemnly insists. "I need your help. We all need your help. With that gun, you can help us. I managed to escape and get this far, but I couldn't free anyone else. Shrink yourself and come with me! Hurry! Before she comes back!"
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