Mary woke with a start. She had dreamed that she was falling through an endless void, plunging into darkness. She looked around and saw that she was still in her house, still on her couch. "I hate dreams like that," she muttered. She sat up and grabbed the vial box. It looked a lot bigger all of a sudden, as if it had doubled in size. A bad feeling drummed in her gut, and she looked around. Everything seemed much larger. She put the box down and stood up. The room was huge! She ran to her wall scale and discovered that she was only three feet tall.
"I'm still shrinking?" she thought aloud. "How much of that vial did I take?" She turned back to the scale, hoping in vain that she was just hallucinating. To her surprise, she found that she wasn't three feet tall...she was actually two-foot-ten. She stared closely at the scale. It seemed to be moving. It was very subtle, but she could tell the markers were getting higher. In no time at all, she had dipped below the 2' 9" mark she had drawn earlier.
Realizing that her rate of shrinking was faster than before, Mary rushed back to the box of vials. The cushions of her couch came all the way up to her shoulders. She pulled the box close to the edge and stood on her tip-toes to peek inside of it. "Oh, this is getting me nowhere," she complained. She heaved the gigantic box in her arms and dropped it on the ground. "Whew!" She rubbed her back as she recovered from its crushing weight. "I guess it's not easy being tiny." She noticed that her couch cushions were now above her line of sight. "When is this going to stop?" she thought. Knowing time was of the essence, she searched the box for the growth vial.