Grace, no taller than a centimeter, drops to her knees on the bench, tears starting to form at the corners of her eyes as everything sets in. That toy gun, as impossible as it sounded, had shrunk her to almost nothing. She was irrelevant to the world, so small her best friend couldn't even hear her screaming over the sound of the wind. How would she ever get back to her normal size? What would she do now? Her mind was being flooded with hundreds of questions, each one more depressing than the last. Looking up and over to where the shrinking gun had landed, Grace begins to try and formulate a plan. The best thing would be to get to the gun. That way, she rationalized, whoever found it next would also likely find her.
She hoped, at least. To her it sounded like the best possible chance of returning to her former state. Standing up, Grace began to examine her surroundings on the massive bench, trying to find the safest way down. As she's planning her next move...
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