You know the garage is open, so you decide to proceed with that option. The garage has a couple of small steps that lead to a door that goes in the kitchen that you will have to climb to get inside the house, but you figure that's a future problem. For now, your best course is to get from out of the open as you continue to get smaller. You scurry across the porch and back to the steps which are even steeper than before. You walk to the ledge of the steps and sit down to dangle your legs freely before turning around and lowering yourself as far as possible while hanging on to the ledge before you let go. You grunt as the cement makes blunt force impact with your feet and your ankles sting, but you aren't injured. Only a few more steps to go, you wince as you walk to another ledge and repeat your actions.
At the base of the porch steps, you find yourself once again walking down the sidewalk opposite of what you were doing earlier so that you can get to the driveway which leads to the garage. The grass surrounding the sidewalk is noticeable larger as you could probably hide in it completely unnoticed by laying down if you must, but it would be a last resort considering that many bugs are probably more like large rodents relative to your size. You hop across the ridges between sidewalk tiles and eventually make it to the expansive driveway.
Walking up the driveway, you walk into the garage which gives you some reprieve from the oppressively hot air outside. You see an assortment of boxes everywhere that are starting to resemble buildings in a small-town center. In the center of it all, you see a beat-up sedan that your friend's dad has been tinkering on lately as it is suspended in the air and tools are laid out beneath it. You hear a loud rumbling sound ahead and you look to see that it is the washer machine and dryer wreaking havoc as they are energized. If they are in use, someone will eventually be in the garage. Whether it's your friend's dad working on the car or someone doing laundry.
Meanwhile, you feel weird as you can see everything around you get bigger as you have a visible shrinking spurt. At this point a doll would be like a giant to you. You feel like a cockroach in the gigantic garage and if you don't find a way to get to your size device, things will only get worse. You figure that if you wait by the laundry or the tools under the car, someone will eventually come, and you can either get their attention or at the worst-case scenario you can use them to get in the house.
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