Todd was still in awe of Brad, even five minutes after he had left the room with the keys to the truck. His emotions were betraying him- he was scared as hell to be so small and vulnerable, but at the same time he was incredibly piqued by the situation. Not aroused, specifically, but he was finding himself attracted to the situation he was in...
All of a sudden, he remembered the magic wand. He had been looking for it in the toolbox... coming out from under the shadow of the bed, he made his way towards the closet. Carefully, at first, wanting to make sure that his behemoth of a roommate was safely outside. Hearing nothing, he ran to the plastic box. But something was wrong.
Since his encounter with Paul and up until Brad interrupted him, he had been shrinking slowly. But now, he was barely as tall as the toolbox itself. He had to strain to look over the top edge... and that was scary. That made him about 8 inches tall, a far cry from the 51 inches he had previously come in under. This was downright scary. This was the result of one wish he hadn't even expected to come true. Who believes in magic and wishes and all that crap anyway? This was supposed to be a fantasy, not a reality!
A sudden noise from down the hall caught Todd's ear. It sounded like the creaky step at the top of the landing. Which meant that someone was coming. Heart beating fast as ever, Todd looked around for somewhere to hide. The closet was wide open. The bed was way to far away for him to make in the small amount time he would have. Where could he hide?!
Most of the tools from his box were spread out on the floor-- the box was mostly empty-- he could hide in there! He jumped in among a handful of sockets and other loose items and tried to pull the cover shut. Just as he succeeded, the door to his bedroom flew open.
"Todd?" Brad's voice called from the threshold. Assuming Todd was still in hiding, Brad entered the room. He glanced over at the closet, and at the toolbox, which had two seperate containers that clipped to the top. They held assorted nuts, washers, bolts and sundry other items Todd often needed in on his various jobs-- and it just so happened that Brad needed one or the other for his work on the car. Brad latched the toolbox and headed downstairs with it.
For Todd, the quiet was unnerving. He had heard Brad call his name from the door, but he didn't hear his footsteps either come closer or recede. His heart beat sped up as he waited... still nothing. And then, all of a sudden, his world shook. Literally.
While Brad ran downstairs with the box, Todd was bombarded with hand tools and his sockets. He wasn't being hurt, luckily, as he had found purchase in a tight corner, and he was pretty much protected.
Brad reached the bottom of the steps and rounded the corner into the kitchen, heading for the back door, just as the phone rang. He set down the box and answered the phone...