Amelia peeks her head out the door. She's quite bubbly, and perhaps even a little ditzy. She looks around for James, but not seeing him, she simply shakes her head. "Silly kids, don't they know it's rude to knock on somebody's door, and run." She then pulls her head back inside, shutting the door.
Meanwhile, James finds himself running towards his best friend. She was clueless, and he expected nothing less. While they were so close, James knew she wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. His best bet right now, was to try and catch up to her, before she disappeared. And it seemed time was running out, as the door was closing behind him. Putting in an extra dash, James made it inside her house, with just enough time to continue the chase. Looking up, while he was still running, he realized just how tall Amelia really was. She was impressive at 5'10" alone, but now that he was shrunken, she looked taller than the Empire State building.
Catching his breath, James takes a break, before running towards her temporarily stationary, size 11 feet.
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