The light fades and Jeff opens his eyes to his still normal bedroom. He looks around the room and finds nothing unusual.
"Let's go for a walk," he says to himself as he puts on his shoes, "I'm bound to see something."
As he walks down the street, he hears cheering come from the nearby soccer field. He walks over to the field with curiosity and looks at the scoreboard.
Devonville: 1
Hobleton: 5
He then looks at the timer which reads 5 minutes. Jeff is surprised that none of the losing side appear to be making a break for it due to the inevitable defeat.
The counter goes down to 1 minute, and Jeff spots a few reserve players trying to escape. They try to climb the fenced in seating area and attempt to overpower the guards. Unfortunately for them, both are effective at doing their job. The whistle goes off and the losing team look at each other fearful and resigned to their fate.
Before they can even group up. The players begin to shrink until they're only a few inches tall. Jeff smiles a bit at the sight of such helpless guys still on the field. Their skin begins to take on a shine and they freeze on the spot. A base grows below their feet and their feet are stuck to it. As far as Jeff can see, each trophy is individual, the trophies look like the player they once were. He even saw a few that still had human coloured skin and coloured soccer uniform, "They must be special players. Probably the best ones," Jeff says to himself.
The winning team walk over and pick the trophies up with grins all round. Jeff notices that one player doesn't have a trophy, "Must be a team member short," he says. Jeff looks around and