Matt took one more look around the back yard, then waited a moment for his height to decrease another foot.
At two feet tall he jumped into the window well, ducked down, and impatiently waited for his shrinking to finish. He took another look through the dirty window and gasped. There was no sign of Brett!
A thousand thoughts raced through his mind as he looked back and forth across the workbench, straining to catch sight of the shrunken Brett. He urged his body to shrink faster, but each inch seemed to creep off him.
In a few more seconds, though, he'd finally hit six inches. Climbing carefuly through the hole, he jumped down on to the work bench. "Brett, where are you?" he called, hardly aware of the sound of his now squeaky voice.
Matt heard a noise from one of the paint cans behind him. He whirled around to see...