Carl frantically tries to come up with an idea to get away from the SWAT, “god damn it, how the hell did they find me,” he mutters to himself, “I got to get away, but how? The only way out is either over the fire escape or the front door, both are to risky.” The man can already hear the SWAT coming up the stairs, “luckily I am on the fourth floor, they have to walk slow, to not danger themselves. Thyt should give me some time, come on! THINK!”
The criminal looks down at his phone, “there is really just one way,” he mutters, “it is risky, but it is the only option I have. Luckily I have already scanned myself earlier.” Carl opens the App and selects his file, “I could regress my age, they'd never harm a child. I also could change my gender, they are looking for a man, not a woman, they'd assume I might be Carl's girlfriend or wife. I also could transform into a innocent puppy, cat or some furniture.”
After a while, Carl decides to regress his age, not wanting to risk being taken by the SWAT, who knows what they'd do if he were an animal or a woman. So Carl decides to change his age from 30 to 10, he also set the change to affect his clothes, turning them into something suitable for a ten year old.
After confirming the change, Carl feels a tingle run through his body, he feels himself shrinking, he can't help but feel amazed by the power of the App. “Unbelievable,” he says, “I never thought it would actually work,” as he talks his voice cracks, becoming softer and younger. The soon-to-be boy can still hear the SWAT moving up towards him, “I hope they won't decide to take me,” the boy, now around 12 mumbles, “I should have transformed into a furniture, aww... fuck, I just hope they don't decide to take me!”
Soon a ten-year-old boy is sitting below the window, his clothes had shrunk with him and have changed style. Before Carl wore a white shirt, blue jeans and black office shoes, now he is wearing a blue t-shirt with the Superman logo on the front, skinny blue jeans and black Adidas sneakers.
Just then he hears a loud banging on the door, and someone shouting “CARL DUNHAM! SWAT! OPEN THE DOOR!” Carl doesn't say a word, he actually feels fear creep up in him, the shouting scaring him.
Acting like a real kid would, he scurries away on his hands and knees and hides behind his couch, which he also uses as a bed.
Just has he ducks behind the couch, he hears, what he assumes is the leader of the SWAT-Team shout, “OKAY! BREAK DOWN THE DOOR!”