Sam entered the house, and finally stopped running. He had just witnessed the end of a human life, something he had never seen before. It had all been so fast that he had little time to think about it, yet he was amazed that even when he was afraid for his own life he had enough thought left to drain a beer he had gotten illegally. Laughing at his own foolishness Sam begins to search through the house, hoping no one is home to ask what it was he had been running from.
Luckily no one is home, and Sam, with a sigh of relief, goes up the stairs to his room, and jumps into his bed. His heart is beating fast, from both the fright in the bar, and the three mile dash that got him back home. Hopefully no one saw him at the bar besides Joe, and Joe was just as likely to tell the police off after he made his statement about the shooting. No one should have any idea that Sam was there when it happened, and so he was safe.
Eric on the other hand was far from it. His ride through the town had left him beaten and battered. He was pretty sure he'd sprained his wrist coming down into the pocket, and it felt like some force had tried to rip his legs out of their sockets. Still he was alive, and several miles from the location where he'd been shrunk, something that had seemed impossible at the beginning of this ‘little' misadventure he was having.
But his relocation had gotten him nothing as yet. He still hadn't contacted anyone, though he was now in the home of the most likely person on the planet to help him. That wasn't exactly a goof thing though, as the only person home right now had almost drunk him with a beer, which he wasn't old enough for. Eric would really have to talk with Tommy about his kid brother's habits. The boy needed to learn at least a smidgen of self-control before he started chugging down the liquor.
Still taking stock of his situation, Eric was thrown for a loop when the pocket he was in suddenly pulled a one-eighty and sent him spiraling out of it onto the ground below. The ground that was surprisingly soft, and spongy. Ground that was.. breathing? Oh shit. Eric hadn't fallen on the ground at all. Instead he had fallen onto Sam's chest as the boy took off his shirt, and now he was sitting on a plain of flesh, staring up at the titan who was...
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