From her vantage point Ally deduced that she was on top of the dresser in what used to be her bedroom. By Ally’s perspective the dresser itself was the equivalent of a four story building. In front of her was a massive king-sized bed with two pillows on the back. To the right of the bed was a (relatively) small table with a lamp and alarm clock on it. On the dresser was a whole bunch of items, most of them feminine beauty products. She then turned behind her and gasped as she saw a picture of Jeff and Linda. Judging by the couple’s attire it was their wedding photograph. It was just another reminder to Ally that she was no longer the mistress of the house.
Ally crawled back into the purse and started to cry, totally despondent. She was trapped on top of what to her is the equivalent of a five story building. There was no way to get down to the floor without killing herself. Even if she could somehow reach the floor, she still had to find the computer that had the Chronivac program (assuming it even existed here). And if she could get to the computer, how the hell she was supposed to operate it at her small size? Her circumstances seem overwhelming to her. It seemed that she was condemned to spend the rest of her days in a world of giants, the plaything of a spoiled 12 year old girl.
Her self-pitying was interrupted by the sound of footsteps heading towards the bedroom from the hallway. She turned her head towards the door and panicked as she saw Linda enter. The colossal Asian woman stopped in front of the purse.