Bryan wrung his sweating hands together, apprehensive about his decision.
"This is bad," The now shrunken scientist scolded. "Oh dear, this is REALLY bad!"
Needless to say, the familiar interior of the diner looked vastly different from such a teeny perspective. A seemingly endless terrain of white and brown tiles stretched around him. The floor hadn't been swept that day, as apparent by the boulder sized crumbs and debris covering the floor. Other marks on the floor, likely invisible to the normal eye, looked positively unpleasant to his tiny eyes. One in particular seemed to move. Where Corby's monster-sized footwear previously stood, Bryan was able to discern the half-flattened body of an ant.
"Damn, that bug is bigger than me!"
Gazing at the unfortunate ant, his eyes threatened to tear up. Not for the suffering insect, but for himself and his dangerous situation. The ant twitched violently, thrusting its head back and forth and trying to move whatever mangled limbs were still attached.
Trying to remain calm, the tiny genius returned to formulating a plan. He knew that he above all needed somebody's help.
"Corby. I just need to find him and get his attention. I can count on him!" The slim hope brought a much needed smile to his lips.
Stepping free from the shaded sanctuary offered by his table, Bryan stuck close where the booth met the floor. He scanned the patrons, looking for any sign of Corby. Among them was a few people seated on the bar stools, as well as many occupying booths like Bryan's. His longing gaze went from Tommy and his friends, drifting to some police men that were seated three booths down. The two cops would surely give him the assistance he needed, yet all the same, the thought of them inquiring or possibly reporting Bryan to EDL Labs made him think against it.
Suddenly, with his long strides, appeared Corby from around the counter. His arms laden with many dirty plates, his eyes anywhere but the ground. Bryan sprinted, waving his arms and leaping.
His diminutive motions went unnoticed. Corby continued by, his long feet thudding heavily and covering vast distances with each step. Twisting around, he shoved through a tall door that swung noisily shut behind him. Bryan felt dejected. He barely covered what would translate to a foot of space trying to catch up to the gigantic waiter. The busy waiter was always moving and never halted for more than a moment.
"I need to get to the kitchen!"
The floor remained clear: all patrons were seated, and only one other waiter was present. He would be forced to cover a great distance of open tile. On this side of the diner, only Bryan's booth and a few bar stools were available. Besides a young couple seated at the counter, there would be no other obstacles. Bryan nodded and set coarse, speeding clumsily around large crumbs and clods of dirt.
He neared the door quickly. It loomed high against the wall, stained from many hands and spills throughout the years.
Entering the final stretch, Bryan....
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