Deborah knelt down and placed her hand palm up on the floor in front of Carlos. He took a few steps back and looked up at her face. “It's okay. Climb up into my hand.”

“What for?!!” he shouted up at her.

“I just want to talk. That's all.” she replied.

After a few more moments of deliberation, she watched the small man approach her hand, stop, look up at her face, then back down at her hand. Finally, he climbed up onto her long fingers and made his way into her palm where he sat down and crossed his legs. Debora tried her best to keep her hand level as she stood up. Carefully, she carried him over to the table, lowered her hand down so he could climb down onto the surface of the tabletop. Pulling a chair closer, she sat down and put her arms on the table and crossed them.

"So what do you want to talk about?" Carlos asked. "Because seriously, I can't take this roller coaster any longer."

Nodding as she looked down at him, she wondered just how to tell him what she had just learned. "Some new information has come to light." she said.

"Like what?" he asked.

"I need you to keep an open mind." Debora said. "It's pretty crazy."

"I can only imagine." he said, sarcastically.

"No." she said. "No you can't. Even if I gave you a million guesses, you would never guess."

"Well I don't have a million guesses, so cut to the chase." he told her, getting agitated.

"Okay." she said, tilting her head back. "You know we found out that Claire knew Paige and I was pretty pissed at that."

Carlos nodded, not saying anything.

"Well it turns out that…" she started to say before her phone text notification pinged. She looked down and saw it was from Claire. The message read "I need to see you. I have secured the antidote."

Deborah put her hand down over the phone so he wouldn't see the message. One would think she would have been ecstatic at the news, but she was lost in thought, wondering if she even wanted him to be normal size again, but more importantly, what is the antidote harmed him in some way.

"What's that text?" he asked as he stood up. "Why are you hiding it?"

"I'm not hiding it." she shot back.

"Yeah?"he asked walking over and standing beside her thumb. "So move your hand then."

Pausing for a few seconds, she realized that she couldn't do that to him. It wasn't right, no matter what the consequences would be.

Carlos almost fell down after he read the text from Claire. He put his face in his hands and started to laugh, which quickly turned into loud sobs. Deborah stroked his back with her fingertip, but he pushed her away. Turning around, he looked up at her with watery eyes and said "You didn't want me to see that."

"What do you mean?" she asked. "I showed it to you."

"No." he shouted. "Only after I told you to move your hand! You were thinking about keeping me like this. Keeping me under your thumb."

Deborah didn't lie, at least almost didn't lie. She exhaled, then responded "You're right. I did, but not for the reason you think. I was wondering if there would be health risks."

"Really?" he asked, sounding quite skeptical. "I guess I owe you an apology then."

"Never mind that sweetie." she said, stroking him again. "We're all under a lot of stress."

"So you want me to get her over here?" Deborah asked.

Carlos lifted his hands and asked "Does shit stink?!!"

"I'll take that as a yes." she replied. Picking up her phone, she texted Claire and asked her to come over.

"I don't fucking believe it." he told her. "I thought I was stuck like this."

"Let's just see what happens." she cautioned him.

He nodded, knowing she was right, but he couldn't help being optimistic. "I just want this nightmare to end!"

"I'm sure you do." she replied, but we wouldn't be together if none of this happened.

"So we're together?" Carlos asked. "Just a short time ago you wanted to squash me."

Frowning, Deborah scratched her head and said "Don't be an idiot."

Carlos figured from her reply, it was a good time to change the subject. "So what were you trying to tell me before?" he asked.

"Oh yeah." she replied. "I uhh found out something that is pretty crazy. I'm not even sure I believe it."

Well what?" he asked.

Before she could answer, there was a knock at the door. She got up and rushed to the door, peering through the peep hole to see Claire. Opening the door, she stood aside and motioned Claire in with her hand.

"Where is he?" Claire asked.

"Over on the table." Deborah told her.

Carlos watched the two giant women approach the table. Claire stopped and stood beside the table looking down at Carlos. "Do you have it!!" he shouted up to her.

Nodding, she responded "I have it."

"So what do we do?" Deborah asked. "Is it a pill?"

Claire took off her coat, pulled a vial from her pocket and draped the coat over a chair. She held the vial up between her thumb and index finger. Carlos felt is heart pounding and shouted "Give it to me!"

"Not so fast." Claire said as she sat down. "There's a procedure to follow."

"Like what?" Deborah asked as she sat down. "What do we have to do?"

"You have to give him small doses." Claire explained. "No more than a small drop that start, then very small increases in dosage over time."

"How much time?" Carlos asked. "How long is this going to take?"

"I can't say for sure." Claire said. "If you take too much as once, we have no idea of what the side effects will be."

"Do you even know if it works?" Deborah asked.

"It does." Claire replied. "You remember Director Wiley? It's already being administered by his wife and he has increased in size."

"Shouldn't that be done by a doctor?" Deborah asked. "You're letting his wife do it?"

"He's been through a lot." Claire said. "You know, being glued to his wife's toenail. She was adamant that she was going to nurse him back, so we figured it would be okay. It's being supervised however."

"So I guess I get to bring Carlos back to the regular world." Deborah said, sounding quite happy about it.

Claire handed her the vial and said "Be careful."

"Those guys down there." Deborah said to Claire, putting the vial down on the table. "Your handy work?"

Claire raised her eyebrows and gave a slight shrug.

"You knew he was going to tell me, didn't you?" Deborah asked her.

Claire closed her eyes for a few seconds, then opened them and looked at Deborah. "I figured." she responded.

"Figured what?!!" Carlos shouted up at them. "What's going on."

"Paige." Deborah said.

"That fucking bitch!!!" Carlos shouted. "This is all her doing."

"Not all her doing." Deborah told him. "Isn't that right Claire?"

"What?" he shouted. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"It turned out I have a sister." Deborah said, staring at Claire.

Carlos slumped down, shaking his head. "Don't even fucking try to get me to believe that shit!!!" he shouted.

"I didn't know." Deborah told Claire, her eyes watering.

"I didn't want you to know." Claire told her. "You couldn't know. It was too dangerous."

"You've been keeping this from me all these years?" Deborah asked. "What about her? Does she even know?"

"When the time is right." Claire responded. "When the time is right."

"And when is that going to be?" she asked.

"Don't worry about that." Claire said as she got up from the chair. "We still need to locate her."

"That fucking nut is still out there?!!" Carlos yelled.

"Don't worry. We'll track her down. Just concentrate on that." Claire said, pointing to the vial on the table. "I have to go." she continued, putting on her coat. "Keep me in the look on the progress."

Deborah nodded, opening the door. She watched Claire leave and closed the door. Walking back to the table, she sat down and looked at Carlos. He looked over at the vial of clear liquid, then up at Deborah face. "I'll let you decide what you want to start taking the antidote." she said. "Right now, I'm going to sit down on the sofa and put my feet up."

Carlos looked at the vial once more as she pushed the char back and stood up.

"Wait!!" he shouted. "Take me with you."

Deborah lowered her hand to the table. They would decide tomorrow what the future would hold.