The shrinking really has stopped...for now...
"Where do you want us to start?" booms a voice like thunder. For the first time, you look up and almost teeter backwards in disbelief.
"How small AM I?" you say to yourself.
EVERYTHING looks like it's above you. Pictures on the wall might be constellations in the sky. The light in the ceiling might as well be the sun itself. There, a lifetime away, is your tall bookshelf, billions of feet high, stretching away so the top appears to be a distant tip.
Hundreds, maybe thousands of miles away, you are able to make out the figure of Saul. He's staring with a panicked expression on his face, eyes darting all over the surface of the table. You see Scott's head, like some sort of distant moon, appear over his shoulder.
"Uhh, hang on a sec, Scott. I need to check on something. 'Scuse me."
"Sorry, Saul. This can't wait. It'll only take a second."
A number of thoughts hit you at once.
"The box. I've got to get into the box and reverse this. At my size it should be easy." Well, in a way. You're still not quite sure how small you actually are, but looking at the box--
"Oh wow. How'd it get so far away?"
The face of the box now stands a mile or two from your current position. However, you notice something you hadn't noticed before. The surface is quite textured and, though it's almost cartoonishly high, it appears that you COULD climb it and squeeze through under the lid. You've GOT to get to the box.
On second thought, you're not exactly safe as you are now. If you stayed where you are, perhaps Saul would be able to find you when he's done talking with Scott.
But a strange mix of despair and excitement come over you as you look at your arm, encircled with the strange, shrinking fog. As it runs through you, you feel full of life and energy. Your life hasn't exactly been full of adventure, you've never really been satisfied. "Maybe this is my chance to start over?" you think as you gaze at the alien landscape. It's several miles off, but you can just make out where the edge of the table must be. At your size, you'd probably survive the fall. And then it's off on a whole new life as a tiny speck of a man, exploring an undiscovered country!
"And even if I die out there, at least I'll have gone with a bang, not a whimper!"
Whatever you do, it's time to decide.