There was no time to move, to do anything. Bryan could only cower as four feet, bigger than he was, crashed down around him. He caught a quick glimpse of his best friend David's enormous face, but it didn't even look down at him. His two giant coworkers, done with the trash, re-entered the restaurant and shut the metal door firmly behind them. To Bryan's little ears, the door's closing sounded like a horrendous explosion that cut off his only hope of safety.
Safety. That was a joke. Here he was, naked, only six inches tall, in a giant, dangerous world. What had happened to him? Who could help him now?
Bryan could have stood behind the restaurant all evening, waiting for someone else he knew to come out and discover him, but that option was taking from him by a rustling near the trash. He whirled around in time to see a rat at least twice as big as he was, and it was coming toward him. With a shriek that would have itself sounded like a rat's squeaking to any normal-sized person in the area, Bryan turned on his heel and ran, the rat close behind.
He rounded a corner and found himself on a busy sidewalk. Giants of all sorts surrounded him. Bryan kept running along the wall of the Big Burger, but the rat stopped, afraid to leave the protection of the alley. For the tiny man, the alley had afforded little protection, but the sidewalk was worse. What was he going to do now?