Sending himself as cargo through the U.S. Postal Service, in hindsight, had not been his best idea.
From the moment Tommy had dropped off the parcel at the local post office... no, even before that... the journey to his nephew had been horrendous.
Despite the request that Tommy "handle with care" the package Mr. Smith had paid him so handsomely to hand deliver to the post office, the teenager had been none too gentle on the walk from Mr. Smith's kitchen to his car waiting at the curb.
After Tommy dropped off the package, concluding his part in his employer's crazy scheme, he spent some of his earnings at the closest fast food restaurant, ordering a burger, fries and soft drink, all super-sized, ironically.
For the past 24 hours, Bryan had barely slept, as the package was constantly jostled, shaken, abused and jarred along each stage of the epic journey. Now, although the tiny scientist had no way of knowing what was taking place in the outside world, an employee at the campus post office had shoved the package into Zack's mailbox.
This gave him a much-needed period of peace and quiet. Unable to hear anything from outside the confines of the box, and much relieved to have the bone-jarring motion he had endured for an entire day at an end, the teeny man simply fell asleep.
He woke, not certain of how much time had passed, when he heard a clicking, metallic sound, followed by the sensation of the box, yet again, behind man-handled by some unseen giant.
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