Thomas runs as quickly as his legs can carry him across the expansive kitchen floor and towards his friend. To a normal sized person, the distance between the kitchen table and the back door could be covered in a number of footsteps low enough to be counted on the fingers of a single hand. But to Thomas, at his minute size the trek is almost something of a small journey.

Thomas stops when he reaches the heels of the gargantuan pink sneakers and catches his breath. He gazes up and marvels at the women's footwear which simply towers over him. Running towards them, the shoes seemed to grow larger and larger the closer he got to them, and now as he stands directly before them, he can't help but feel like nothing more than an insignificant speck in their presence. The fact that his best friend is trapped within the right one contributes further to this feeling.

“Marcus!” Thomas yells as he continues staring upwards. “Marcus, are you alright?!”

Inside the shoe, Marcus paces back and forth on the soft insole below him. He looks skyward, to the opening of the sneaker so very high above him. He can hear his friend calling out to him from beyond the walls of his peculiar prison.

“Yeah, I'm okay, man! Just kinda... stuck in here, you know?!” The inside of the shoe is rather warm. Not particularly hot, but definitely warmer than the temperature back on the outside. Though the stench is far from unbearable, Marcus' entire surroundings smell faintly of feet and sweat, as one should expect. Marcus surmises that it's been at least a few hours since the sneakers have been worn, or else the odor's potency would be far more extreme.

Thomas breathes a sigh of relief upon hearing the sound of his friend's voice. “Alright, man, well we've gotta get you out of there! Hold tight, I'm climbing up!” Thomas places his hands on the sneaker but is immediately faced with a problem. There's nothing for him to properly grab onto on the rubber sole of the shoe for him to begin his climb, and even this simple base part of the sneaker stretches upwards higher than he is tall.

“No!” Marcus' voice calls out. “Don't try to climb this thing! The last thing we want is for you to fall in and get trapped in here too!”

“Well what are we gonna do?! Can you grab onto anything in there and climb out?!”

“I... I don't know, let's find out.” Marcus ventures to the sneaker's left wall. He runs his hands along the surface, dragging them over whatever materials the interior of the feminine footwear is comprised of. At his scale, the texture is bizarre to say the least. There are many odd things for him to grab onto, but are they strong enough to hold his weight?

Marcus grabs onto the strange wall before him and pulls back hard, tugging at whatever is in his grasp. Satisfied when nothing comes loose, he calls out to his friend. “I think I can climb this thing! It's gonna take time, but it's doable!”

“Alright, man! Be quick about it, try to hurry!”

“Try to hurry?” Marcus mutters to himself. “I'd like to see him make his way out of here.” As he begins scaling the wall of the shoe, Marcus gazes up at the opening. It must be hundreds of feet above him. Discouraged, he sighs and continues his climb.

Thomas remains standing in his spot at the heel of the mighty pink sneaker, impatiently awaiting his friend's emergence. He turns and surveys his surroundings, letting his eyes scan the vast emptiness of the kitchen floor.

He knows he's in constant danger by being out in the open like this at his new size. There's not just the danger of the two women. No, there's far more to be worried about. Even something as ordinarily inconsequential as a spider looking for a meal could bring forth his demise. He shudders at the thought, and returns his attention to the shoe.

“How's it going in there, Marcus?! You almost out?!”

“I'm like halfway there, man! I told you this was gonna take a while!”

A faint tremor rumbles through the ground beneath Thomas, followed by another, then another, and they continue, each one with slightly more intensity than the last. It doesn't take him long to figure out what is happening. Something big is moving through the house and getting closer to the kitchen. Something... or someone?

“Claire, dear?” A woman's voice calls out from another part of the house, startling both of the tiny men. “I'm heading to the store, is there anything you want me to pick up?”

“No thanks, Mom,” replies a second voice, muffled as though it's coming from behind a closed door, “I'm all set.”

“Oh, shit! Is that... is it one of them?! Are they coming this way?!” Marcus calls out to his friend, unable to see for himself just what is going on outside.

Thomas' eyes grow wide with panic as he stares across the kitchen and looks on in horror as the gigantic older woman comes into view. She takes her first step into the room, and he quickly notices that her feet are bare. Thomas watches as she stops and scans the kitchen for something.“Ah, there they are,” her voice booms above as she looks down towards the floor at the opposite end of the room, the pair of pink sneakers meeting her gaze.

“Hurry up, man! You've gotta get out of there, now!” The colossal woman resumes her approach.

Even through the insulation of the sneaker, Marcus can feel the vibrations of the woman's footsteps outside ripple through his body. Each one carries more power than the last, and he knows she draws nearer with every passing second. “Thomas, you need to go and hide somewhere safe!”

“But-”

“Don't worry about me, please, just do it!”

“But... No, I can't just-”

“Now! Get out of here, now!”

Reluctantly, Thomas complies. He starts running towards his hiding spot beneath the table from earlier but he knows he won't have enough time to reach it before the woman is upon him. He'll be lucky if there's even enough time just to make it out of her path.

Three ground-shaking footsteps later and the gigantic woman has nearly reached Thomas. He runs with every ounce of energy his body can muster, desperately trying to speed up as he sees the woman preparing to take her next step. Her right foot looms above him, but he doesn't even dare to look up at it. He narrowly escapes as it comes crashing down dangerously close next to him. His body is thrown to the ground by the impact, and he flops and rolls further away from the danger while the woman continues her walk to the door. As she moves, her skin releases a pleasantly clean scent into the air, courtesy of her recent shower.

Marcus climbs frantically but is forced to stop as the vibrations of the approaching woman have become so forceful that they threaten to shake him loose if he fails to maintain a strong grip. Suddenly the tremors cease and through the mouth of the shoe he can see her face come into view thousands of feet above him, the sight of which makes his blood run cold.

Thomas lifts his aching body off of the floor and looks ahead of him, completely unsure of what to do. He stands about halfway between the kitchen table and the pair of pink sneakers which the colossal older woman now stands still in front of.

Thomas knows he's very likely still in grave danger by being this close to the giant woman, close enough to add up to little more than a footstep away for her. He still can't decide what to do. Part of him wants to run towards the table and take shelter beneath it. Of course, another part of him wants to run to his friend and somehow rescue him, but he knows this would very likely lead to the woman noticing him, mistaking him for an insect, and dealing the same fate to him that she had dealt the rest of his team earlier in the day in this very kitchen. Instead, he simply stands and stares ahead at the towering giantess, waiting for her to make her next move.

Frozen in fear, Marcus studies the woman's face hanging ridiculously high above him. She doesn't look happy, she doesn't look sad, she simply seems... bored. She's not even looking down towards him, but really, why would she be? She has no idea that two tiny men are in her kitchen, completely at her mercy.

The woman bumps the sneaker with her right foot as she peels it away from the floor. Inside, Marcus is jarred roughly and knocked loose from the wall. He plummets downwards until he hits the soft insole below. His fall is cushioned, though still quite painful. He watches as the woman's gigantic toes come into view. He considers screaming, trying desperately to get the woman's attention, but ultimately decides against it. He knows she wouldn't be able to hear him, and even if she could, she'd just look down and see another mite.

Instead of putting up a fight, Marcus lays still, watching above as the woman's gigantic toes dip into the opening of the shoe, giving him a quick look at the beautiful purple polish coating their nails before she pushes them further into the depths of her footwear. The shoe rocks from side to side, and Marcus along with it as the woman slips her foot inside. The fleshy, wrinkle-covered ceiling slowly descends upon him. As he sheds a single tear, his entire world fades to black.

Thomas watches on in horror as the woman works her way into her shoes. Powerless to do anything to help his best friend, he's never felt more helpless in his life.

In a matter of seconds the woman's feet are nestled within the pink sneakers. She takes two powerful steps, each one accompanied by a loud booming sound. She pulls the enormous door open and exits the house. The door is closed loudly behind her and Thomas drops to his knees in despair.

Amy once again finds herself back on her own lawn, and at her full size. It's another warm afternoon, with a gentle breeze in the air as she lays peacefully in the grass. She turns her head to look behind her, and she can see her tiny friends spread out across the bare soles of her feet. She can feel the delicate touch of their teeny hands kneading into her flesh, massaging her feet in the same way as they had been made to do for Claire not so long ago.

Amy turns her head to face forward and looks down into her hand. She leans in for a closer view and smiles brightly as she sees her husband, Michael, laying comfortably in the palm of her hand with his back resting against the base of her thumb. He smiles back at her lovingly, his relaxed body still laying in the shade of her partially curled fingers. Amy winks at her tiny husband and giggles.

Suddenly, Amy looks upwards, away from the ground and towards her home. Her heart drops in her chest as something begins rising behind her house. The top of Claire's head becomes visible and continues to rise until her eyes come into view. Amy's blood runs cold as she looks into the gigantic girl's face. Claire's enormous blue eyes peer over the house and simply stare down at the woman laying on the lawn. Amy can't help but feel insignificantly small again as she is trapped in the girl's gaze. “No!” she yells, “No, it's not fair!”

Amy awakens, startled and in a cold sweat. She finds herself in the darkness of Claire's attic. Beside her lays her husband, still asleep. Frustrated, she turns over and closes her eyes once more, hoping to return to her rest.