Timothy looked around the salvage yard and the surrounding properties. A few blocks away, a much shorter distance than he was used to seeing it, the strip mall where he usually got his lunch, lay. The tiny man in his hands squirmed, obviously afraid and cowering for his life. Tim sighed, a gasp of breath that felt like a breeze to the tiny man he held.
Nearby, on the road leading past the yard, he could see cars smacking into each other and honking as passers-by gawked at the giant, boy-toy-like man, growing up from the Salvage Yard...
He grimaced as he felt flush. It was like a fire was let loose inside him and was racing through his muscles and bones. He gritted his teeth against the mounting pain and looked down. Already, everything was looking even smaller ... like a miniature doll's world...
The titanic, sixty-foot-tall man turned and started making his way through the increasingly narrow alleys of piled up, salvaged junk. Between piles of flattened cars, RVs, discarded sinks and assorted junk, Timothy made his way into the deepest part of the salvage yard. The burning surged again, and with it, he grew bigger.
Nearly seventy feet tall, the giant man looked down at the tiny fellow in his hand and tried to reason with him again. "Please," he said, lowering his voice, "I don't know what's happening to me..."
He grimaced as another burning surge of pain went through him.
His foot caught on a pile of old sinks and bathtubs and he tripped. Falling, the giant hit the ground, catching himself with one free hand ... luckily not the one his tiny visitor was in.
A sudden flash appeared before his vision and -erupting from his palm, pressed flat on the ground- a sheet of fire literally wrapped out of his mass to consume several piles of debris around him.
He withdrew his hand immediately, but felt no pain. Out of instinct, he cupped the tiny man to his breast, protectively. Was it him, or did the ground look closer?
With flames licking at his feet and the salvage yard all around him, he suddenly realized that he was getting smaller... He was now only about sixty feet tall again ... but he could feel the burning sensation building up inside him again...
"...exo-thermic..."
The tiny voice barely caught his attention. He looked down at the tiny man in his palm and tried to focus past the still-honking cars in the distance and the approaching sounds of sirens.
"WHAT?" he boomed, in reply. He winced as another shot of pain coursed through him...
"the effect's exo-thermic," cried out the tiny man in his hand, "you've got to shed the heat... in water; a lake or something!"