Sam's hand came out of the sky with a speed that Eric found surprising. He had really expected everything to be moving slower than it usually did because of his smaller size, like the giants in the stories and shows he'd read and watched. Instead everything seemed to be moving faster, though that could have just been an illusion based off the fact that even very small motions by normal sized people could have deadly consequences for our little hero.
Those thoughts moved quickly through the mind of the tiny scientist, who, with a snap idea, decided to jump up so that the hand hit him, rather than smearing him over Sam's chest. For once the good doctor's ideas came off exactly as he had planed, and he was thrown into the air by the young man's hand, though really that was a bad place for someone who's less than an inch tall to be, as even a three foot drop could easily turn him into an amorphous blob.
Luck was on his side this time, or rather Sam's bad habits were, as Eric flew straight and true, right into the shirt he'd just fallen out of a minute ago, which now rested gently on Sam's dresser. Eric, after getting tangled for a moment in a loose thread, pulled himself out of the cloth confines of the giant piece of apparel, and gazed across the vast landscape before him. The view, such as it was, looked like something out of a scifi novel, with a giant, shirtless eighteen-year old as its centerpiece.
Since very little in this room would help him get back to normal size, Eric's attention became focused on the only other human in his view, which was becoming very depressing indeed. Across the monumental gap between the dresser and his bed, Eric could see Sam pull some headphones on, and then he was forced to cover his ears as the huge burst of what Sam apparently called music began to stream forth from the device.
With Sam completely shut off from the world thanks to his music, and a bit of paper than looked like a billboard to the little scientist, but was probably really just a comic book, Eric was forced to concede that it was very unlikely that he could get Sam to notice him. Sitting on his dresser, among what was probably a month's worth of laundry, Eric was forced to make a very difficult decision, stay with Sam and hope for the best or get down from the dresser and go to another room in the house.
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