"Good choice," Dad tells you. "Let's go then."
He starts towards the front door, pushing through the plush, white carpet--which is like tall, thick grass at your size. You follow him and try to keep up with his pace. Behind you, in the dining room, Mom and Dani still talk.
"Your father's not answering my texts, either," Mom says.
Dani strokes Mittens' ears, still holding her in her arms.
"Where do you think they went?" she asks.
"I don't know. It's...all very strange. This isn't like him at all."
"Ah!" Dani exclaims, jumping back from where she stood. "Looks like they didn't get rid of the bugs!"
On the floor, a spider crawls past its crushed relative. Seeing its movement, Mittens leaps from Dani's grasp to the floor. Then, she sits down next to the spiders and examines it curiously.
"Careful, Mittens," Dani says to the cat.
Instead, Mittens extends her paw toward the spider. It quickly changes directions and tries to flee from Mittens, but the cat quickly pounces on it and begins to nibble on it.
"No, Mittens! Don't eat it! It's a spider!"
Meanwhile, your and your dad continue to make your way across the living room to Jenna's flats. However, you both are unaware that Mom has walked into the living room and noticed Jenna's shoes.
"Jenna!" you and Dad hear Mom calling up the stairs. "You know you're not supposed to leave your shoes at the door!"
Ahead of you, Dad grins at you over his shoulder.
"Told you I know that woman. We've been married for 20 years, after all."
"What if we don't make it in time?" you ask, panting.
"Let's hurry!" Dad responds, facing forward again and picking up his pace.
Eventually you both reach your sister's flats, which are each easily the size of a building at your size. They are completely black and fairly worn. You also become well aware of the smell that emanates from them, especially the shoe on its side with the inside exposed to you. You know Jenna does not normally wear socks with her flats, and the warm air with the smell of her feet, sweat, and leather reaches your nostrils.
"What now?" you ask.
"They're bigger than I thought," Dad answers. "I'd say we could grab onto the laces...but I'm worried about losing our grip in the air."
He strokes his chin, thinking.
"We could also try calling to her when she comes," he adds.
"What if she doesn't recognize us?"
"That would be bad," Dad comments. "The only other thing I can think of is climbing into that shoe. We should be safer that way...assuming she doesn't put them on."
"Hm."
You both hear Jenna coming down the stairs, and you realize you're running low on time.
"How about we _____."
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