“Panam?” You mutter as you get up. “What’s going on?”
The nomad girl doesn’t respond. You sit up and look around, realizing you’re in the passenger’s seat of her car, but everything is much bigger. That’s when you check your own bug sized body and panic. You look back up at your giant friend, who is focusing on the road, driving on her lonesome after another argument with Saul.
Johnny’s hallucination appears next to you, at the same size as you. “Fuck, so where out in the dusty outback, barely being bigger than dust ourselves. Great.”
You spread your arms besides you. “What, so this is my fault, get of my ass.”
“I don’t care whose fault it is.” He says. “Either get this giant outcast’s help, or delta.”
Johnny disappears again, and you take another look at Panam’s giant body. You don’t see a way out of a driving car at this size, so it’s time to think of a plan.
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