Meanwhile Fleur was looking closer at the tiny people stuck in the shrunken bus. She pressed her thumb against the side, feeling the windows bend in response, while the tiny people inside screamed in terror.
"Don't hurt them!", Dylan cried in fear as he realized the bus was filled with his former classmates.
"No, I'm just playing with them," Fleur replied. She grinned wickedly as her fingers moved the shrunken people around inside the bus.
The children screamed and kicked helplessly inside. Their cries echoed softly within the small metal shell. As they struggled the shrunken kids began rubbing against one another, their faces pressed against the windows, desperate for an escape.
"He's right honey, you shouldn't hurt them," Helen said still holding Dylan in her fist. She leaned down to look at the shrunken bus, "They sure look cute and small."
Helen placed Dylan on the desk as she focused her attention back on the little shrunken bus. "Dear, come see this," she called out to Fleur, beckoning her over, "You know these little things look even tinier than your brother."
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