Tim felt desperation creeping up on him. He wasn't sure if he was still shrinking or not, but the chest was clearly the one thing that influenced it. Turning the key in the lock, he pushed the first button down again and watched as the chest sprung open.
The cool, faint mist crept out yet again and swirled around his tiny, two-foot-ten body. He shivered, feeling a tingle move through him as he waited, looking at himself.
A shadow passed over the window and Timothy looked up. His eyes grew wide as he saw Saul peering in through the crack around the edge of the window shade. He felt his embarassment rise as he stepped back from the table and stumbled over the edge of his voluminous T-shirt.
Stumbling onto his back, he could no longer see Saul peering in, but he could feel it ... he was shrinking again: faster!