There's no more time to react. The surprise guest, whoever it is, is already here. Somewhere behind Tracy's shoulder, another giant has entered the room. The thought of being caught off guard, miniaturized and vulnerable, shakes you from top to bottom. Anything could go wrong at this size. Captured, disarmed, toyed with, even tortured by total strangers who happen to stumble upon you at the worst possible moment, it's a thrill, but a terror! Worse still, you could go completely unseen by an intruder, like a harmless shadow, stealthy and swift, but still just as likely to crunch under their careless footsteps like any other insect your size.
Thankfully, your timing wasn't any worse, and Tracy had enough time to rescue you from the carpet and conceal you in her arms. She gasps as the visitor creaks down on the last step. Her fingers snap shut and she's on her flighty feet. You hear her shout a breathless, "Good morning!" as she races up the stairs herself. Once her breath returns, she calls out, "I'll be back down in a minute!"
A door opens and shuts with a familiar squeak and thump. Tracy opens her clasped hands and drops you a hundred feet over a multi-colored sea of patterned, wrinkled cloth. You plummet down, bouncing and tumbling to rest on her massive bed. Rolling over to gaze up at the beauty, you see her shaking her head. She leans down and puts her nose almost on top of your chest. Her eyes cross over to stare you down, though she's surely just making her point perfectly clear, "That was too, fucking, close."
Her hot breath spills over the cool sheets. She pulls herself back and glances to the door. Tracy shakes her head again and sighs, "Alright, you're safe. You can get yourself back to normal in here, or not. I'm gonna go back downstairs, but I'll be up later to get changed. Come downstairs if you want, but you know, maybe not bug-sized, okay?"