Eric had a lot of conflicting emotions going on at that moment. Was his wife just having fun, or should he stay away from her and her newfound dominating personality? Could he trust the giant maid cleaning their hotel room to restore his size, or was he better off keeping matters in his own hands? And whatever his plan, how could he go about it without being crushed?
After a few minutes of cleaning the bedroom, the giant maid came over to the bed to start changing the sheets. Eric had anticipated this moment, and he made sure to hide under the blankets and keep the maid from seeing him. Unfortunately, that meant that she saw no reason not to casually rip the blankets off the bed and throw them on the floor like usual.
Cushioned by so much fabric, Eric was unhurt, but it took him a few minutes to work his way through the maze of blankets and get back out into the open. He freed himself not a moment too soon, as just as he came out on top of the mountain of blankets, the maid reached down to pick up the pile and remake the bed. Eric, no longer lost in the middle of the fabric pile, simply tumbled off the blankets and onto the floor as the maid bent down to pick up the pile.
This turned out to be Eric’s best chance. The maid was going to take a moment or two to make the bed, so her shoes would very briefly be in one spot. She was wearing beat-up gray sneakers, and Eric, with a running start, was just barely able to jump up onto the front. He raced his way to where she knotted the shoelaces, both to give himself something to hold onto and a place to hide himself a bit if anyone were staring at the maid’s shoes, and he got there just in time before she started moving again to work on the other side of the bed.
Eric started questioning his decision as the giant maid finished working on his room. Would he ever see Jennifer again? Did he want to? What should his next step even be at this point?