Breathing became a problem as his panic drove him to almost hyperventilate. Even the breaths he managed to suck into his lungs were permeated with the rich, overpowering aroma of chocolate and the woodsy scent of walnuts chopped into pieces as big as boulders.
Pat and Adam appeared again. Dan's young son had dressed as the scaly behemoth Godzilla. He even mimicked the movie monster, stomping on the floor in the vicinity of the bowl and sending vibrations that reached his entrapped and unseen father.
“Pat!” Dan yelled with a hoarse voice. He had nearly shot his voice to hell with his pointless shrieking. “My god! Please, help me!”
“Someone should warn Tokyo,” Pat said, grasping Adam’s small hand, and making a comment about the youngster's antics in his Godzilla costume.
Spouse and son loomed over the bowl. They looked so close!
"Pat!" Dan shouted with a hoarse voice. "Help!"
What else could he do? He was too small to make himself heard. He was too small to even free himself from the trap of melted chocolate.
Pat, still holding Adam's hand, opened the door, then closed it behind them right after turning off the light.
Tiny, shrunken Dan remained trapped in the now dark house.