The fly seemed to zoom all around the house in a daze, unsure of what or where it wanted to go. At times Angela was scared it was going to ram directly into one of the closed doors, spelling doom for her as well, but instead it simply made a quick trajectory away, though still forcing the shrunken girl to deal with the whiplash. By the time it went down to the first floor and reached the kitchen, the fly spotted a tiny opening in the window, big enough to easily go through, and made a bee-line straight through it.
"W-wait!" Angela tried to protest. "D-don't go outside! I need to get help from--AAAAAAA" It was useless to argue with her captor as a sudden gust of wind blew right in her face, forcing her to hang on tight to the leg again. From her size and how up high they were, Angela took in the vast expanse of Christian's backyard and how long it stretched out. It would be impressive if it wasn't so terrifying.
A bird the size of a house flew by, briefly knocking the wind out of the fly and Angela, and causing her to once again realize how minuscule she is to everything, and continue to grow increasingly scared. She was getting further away from her boyfriend, and with no way to escape from the fly's grasp. The bug held her fate in its claws, and she had no idea what it wanted with her or where it was going, fearing for her life that'll she end up stuck like this. The fly ended up deciding to:
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