Your girlfriend is changing right before your eyes. She is becoming smaller. Already, she appears to be only four feet tall. Her clothes hang loosely off of her diminished frame.
"Oh my God," you say. "You're shrinking!"
"Thanks a lot, captain obvious." she says in a chipmunk voice, sounding slightly annoyed. "I noticed."
She's sitting on the edge of the sofa letting her feet dangle high above the ground, as she looks around a room that seems to be growing ever larger.
"Quick," she says in an increasingly smaller and higher pitched voice, "Call the front desk or something. I don't know when this is going to stop..." she looks down with worry at her now three foot tall body. Her shoulder has slipped out of the neck hole of her T-shirt. "...or if it will stop at all."
You desperately start searching for the phone again.
"Where is that damn thing!" you shout in frustration. You can't find it anywhere.
"Hurry," she squeaks. She's two feet tall now and still shrinking. Her clothes lie pooled around her tiny naked body.
What are you going to do?