Shivering from the drying toilet water, with no comfort in the cold porcelain that surrounded him, Paul surveyed his situation. Six inches tall, trapped in a bathtub while his brother Mike's giant gay lover took his similarly reduced sons home in an attempt to help them. Paul, who had never hesitated to show his contempt for the gay couple, forcing them to remain closeted around his kids, was left in the bathtub to cool off.
Well, he was cool enough now.
I've got to get out of here, he thought desperately. The tub was huge, like a sports arena to the tiny man, yet he felt claustrophobic. The vast impossibility of coping with the rest of his life as a tiny man suddenly gave way to the tiny hope of being able to climb out of a bathtub he had merely stepped out of earlier that day.
Looking around, his eyes fixed on the shower curtain liner, a thin piece of waterproof material that draped down into the tub. Running over, he saw he could easily reach it. Now the only question was . . . could he climb it?