Finally, the bag opened. It had only been a few hours but to Jim it felt like he had been waiting forever. Sure, moving around on Mrs. Smith's commute had been fun, as had being carried from her desk to wherever they were now. But otherwise, Jim had just been sitting around in darkness for hours, to the point where he started to consider trying to tear open the lunch bag and seeing what he could explore. Sure, being a sixteenth of an inch tall in a hospital was a terrible idea, but he was really bored.
None of that mattered anymore. Jim's eyes hurt at the sudden brightness of the light, but he made sure to hold on tight to the plastic wrap which covered the sandwich next to him. It was a good thing he did as suddenly a giant hand entered the bag, grabbed the sandwich, and lifted it out. Jim held on tight.
When Mrs. Smith placed the sandwich down on the table Jim let go of the plastic wrap. He looked around. He was in a huge lunch room, the table he was on seemed to extend for miles. Above him harsh fluorescent lights shined down like dozens of bright suns. Suddenly the pudding and spoon were set down beside the sandwich. The pudding cup was the plan, and Jim decided to make a break for it.