The trio of Tammy, Gloria, and Willow watched from the middle of the Strasserman family dinner table as Bill's face grew increasingly more horrified. Staring at the magical gemstone in his hand,and then back at the TV, hearing the talking heads on the news describe the hundreds of deaths(And counting) his wish had caused, he grew sick to his stomach. He began breathing heavily. He started to tremble, guilt ridden by the cataclysmic butterfly effect his wish had created.
“Bill, are you OK honey?” he thought he heard one of the miniature voices scream, but he didn't respond.
His trio of friends and family watched as he clumsily stumbled backward, a hand reaching out for a chair as he grew lightheaded, just before fainting.
“Oh my God!” screamed Willow and Tammy, covering their ears, the collapse of Bill's body to the floor creating a thunderingly loud sound effect to the three inch high women.
Willow and Tammy immediately sprinted to the edge of the table, Willow throwing off her now useless heels, both girls frustrated by the inconvenience of their new size. Gloria stayed behind and retreated back into her fetal position before forcefully shutting her eyes. She told herself that this was only a bad dream and that she was going to wake up from it very soon, rocking herself into her mental happy place. She prayed that a fly didn't pick her up and transport her away somewhere.
The former mother and daughter team meanwhile were peering over the table at Bill's unconscious face, a face betraying a young man overwhelmed by the power of the artifact he still gripped tightly in his right hand.
“He's bleeding from the forehead” announced Tammy rather obviously to Willow, pointing towards the big gash near the top of Bill's forehead, an injury he sustained when his head hit one of the dinner table's four sharp corners.
“My God, is he dead?”
“I don't think so. He's still breathing. I think he just knocked himself out cold” Tammy continued before lamenting. “Oh my God, my poor Bill. We have to try and wake...”
“What's going on?!” screeched Willow, interrupting the geeky blonde in a cracked up hysterical tone, her teary-eyed, snot filled, terrified voice quivering with confusion. “Why are you so calm, Tammy?!”.
“Somebody has to be!” yelled Tammy.
“But what happened? Why are you acting like this isn't the most insane thing ever? Half of the human race just shrunk down like Ant-Man or seomthing, and you seem perfectly OK with it! Didn't you see that green light?”
“I did see it. There's...”
Tammy saw that Willow was starting to breath heavily herself like Bill had, so she immediately stopped talking and instead tried to comfort Willow by hugging her tightly, stroking Willow's hair and waiting for her to calm down. Tammy's residual memories of being Willow's mother in the previous reality suddenly came into focus. She recalled Willow as a little girl and as a teenager. Willow Strasserman had largely a happy child, but the few times she hadn't been, she had cried in her parents warm embrace, and those sad moments were burned into Tammy's recollection. Tammy had known exactly what to do and what to say to make Willow feel loved and safe.
“It's going to be OK, Wills. I can explain what's going on. But it's going to sound absolutely bug fuck crazy.”
The two let each other go, Willow feeling much better, having the impression that Tammy was levelheaded and a good person to have with you in a crisis like this.
“It can't be any crazier than being three inches tall. We're insect bait.”
Tammy laughed a little at the joke.
“Don't be so dark. Now listen very carefully. This morning, Bill found a gemstone sitting on your family's front porch...”
Tammy gave Willow an edited version of events as she understood it, leaving out the parts where she was originally a depressed young man by the name of Tom and that she had briefly been her mother, instead giving a fictitious but equally outrageous story about how the Ahn'Ger Stone had made Bill, Tammy, and Gloria swap bodies with one another before Bill had figured out the right turn of phrase to swap them back. Willow's surprised looking face implied that she had bought into the half-truth.
“Seriously? That thing in Bill's hand caused all this?” the twenty year old asked, pointing downward at Bill's body. His right hand was clenched, but the glittering green artifact was clearly visible.
Tammy shook her head.
“Yeah.”
"How?"
"How?"
"How did the thing on our porch to begin with?"
"We don't know. It just did."
"I don't like the sound of that. So...so all we have to do is get down there and fix this. We need to just be touching the stone and wish everything back to normal, like the magic lamp in Aladdin.”
“Easier said than done” said Tammy. “This might just be a regular old dinner table, but at our size, we may as well be standing on top of Mount Everest.”
Option 1: Tammy and Willow discuss ways of getting down to Bill and reach the Ahn'Ger Stone. Meanwhile, an opportunistic looter notices that the Strasserman's front door is open and lets himself inside.
Option 2: Gloria's fear is realized as the trio are set upon by a member of the animal kingdom.