Everything around him seemed to be going round and round and round...He could swear he was in a loop, catching a glimpse of the witch every time, seeing her laughing and pointing at him. However Mortimer was sure that he hadn't set a foot outside the place he had fallen on. one thing he was sure he was becoming way shorter, the witch was becoming taller... it suddenly stop and he took a while to gain his senses back.
"What did you do? What potion was that?" he said and a jolt went through his body. His voice was soft and childlike just like he had before puberty,
"Oh, you shouldn't be alone in the woods. You're just a little boy aren't you" the witch replied with a mocking grin. Mortimer looked to his hands, they were tiny and smooth. His clothes didn't fit, his shoes were too large. He felt his face: no signs of beard nor angular sides. H had become a child and felt terrified.