Bryan stared where Corby’s shoes had been. They had been massive. Building sized! And they had moved so easily. The significance of his first encounter with a giant dawned on him: he was most likely screwed. The idea of exposing himself out there was terrifying.
Bryan decided that he needed to find to a good spot to wait for Corby and possibly get help. Starting to march towards the edge of the table’s shadow, Bryan focused on the spot where Corby had stood. As he got closer he could see an odd black shape twitching. Still in the shadow under the table Bryan stopped, gasping when he realized what it was.
Bryan could see where Corby’s massive sneakers had crashed down onto an unnoticed bug. A half crushed ant struggled to move, but half its body was flattened and its legs were mangled. It had no chance but to remain in place until it died or was crushed completely.
“I’m screwed” he muttered automatically. He knew he needed to get higher if he wanted to avoid a similar fate. Besides getting up high would make him easier to notice to the towering Corby. Stealing one last remorseful glance to the unfortunate bug, Bryan rushed towards the edge of the booth seat, hoping he could somehow scale it.
He craned his neck upwards from the bottom of the seat, which looked more like a soaring cliff. He was thrilled to see that the worn booth offered loose strings that could make climbing just a little bit easier.
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