She left him sitting there as she left. Hoping to find something that would help her communicate with him at his current size. He didn’t have much hope. He had no idea what they would have lying around the house that would amplify his voice that much. He stood there for about five minutes before sitting down. Five more minutes passed before he lay down. Staring up at the ceiling that seemed like lightyears away now. 

Just a few minutes ago he could have touched it with a single hop. Now the only way he would ever touch it, is if he was lifted, in his wife's hand. He shuddered at the thought and sat back up wondering what the hell was taking so long. Wanting for her to at least be in the same room as he was. 

Sure they kept the house nice and clean but that didn’t mean there weren’t bugs. Before he wouldn’t have paid them any mind. In fact he could have passed by one on multiple occasions but at his current state he could find himself a snack for any number of bugs and or animals.

His heart pounded in his chest at the thought. Causing him to stand up and look in every direction. He was still looking around when he heard footsteps on the stairs and his wife's voice.

“It was instant,” She said, snapping her fingers, “One minute he was in my arms and the next minute he was gone.”

Who was she talking to? Was she on the phone? Did someone call to make sure I was OK? No, if that was the case I would have heard the phone ring. He could hear his wife's cell phone ring from just about any room in the house.

“I don’t want to hurt him or scare him, you know? Thanks for doing this.”

“No problem,” Another voice said as they stepped off the top step.

He knew that voice. His blood went cold. It was Elizabeth’s sister Abigail. She had recently gotten out of rehab after ODing on… something… he wasn’t sure what and honestly he wouldn’t be surprised if it had been multiple things at once. If there was one person he didn’t want to see him like this it was Abigail.

He knew that was a silly thought to have. Abigail had never been anything but nice to him. Kind. He wouldn’t be surprised if Abigail didn’t describe them as close. He had helped her multiple times, through some pretty rough waters, and had even saved her life once. If not twice.

He didn’t think Abigail would do anything to hurt him. No. However, he was also insanely vulnerable right now. He wouldn’t be surprised if the slightest sneeze would kill him. Not only that but he slept in his boxers. Always had. Meaning that he was partly naked.

He also wasn’t as skinny as he had been when he and Liz first got together. He had let himself go. Where he was once 130 pounds, he now found himself close to 200. He was very self conscious about his body nowadays and has been working himself up to work out.

As he looked around trying to find somewhere to hide, he knew that it was useless, there was just nowhere to go. He would need hours to get anywhere and he just didn’t have that much time. He had seconds at best.

“I am just hoping it works.”

“This is pro streamer stuff right here sis. If this doesn’t work, nothing will.”

They were in the bedroom now. Thankfully, now that he wasn’t on the floor, the BANG! didn’t accompany their footfalls and the desk didn’t even shake. Which meant he found himself still standing as the two women came into view. Daniel watched as Abigail jumped into the computer chair and drew close.

Closer than Daniel would have liked. Her face was like one of those movies where a boat crashes onto a dock and doesn’t slow down. He could watch it coming but there was nothing he could do to stop it. It was also too big for him to try to run. So instead he fell onto his back as her head stopped mere inches away from him. She too thrust his world into darkness.  Her hair fell around him and he wished that she had put it into a ponytail like his wife had.

“Would you look at that,” She said.

Each word caused a blast of wind to hit him hard across the face, causing him to winch, as the force caused him to scoot back about a millimeter of two. Not nearly enough for Abigail to notice. She turned her head to look at her sister and her hair hit his arms and face causing him to wince in pain. 

“Damn and here I thought the news was just playing some elaborate trick.”

She pulled her head back. Her hair pulled him forward about an inch and caused him to roll as if down a hill for a brief second.

“I wish it was just some trick.”

Abigail looked at the computer for a second as if lost in thought. After a brief moment she turned back to her sister, “You think this happened to John? Fuck, what I would give to get a hold of him at this size. I bet he wouldn’t have the guts to try to hit me then.”

Daniel shivered as he heard her say those words. How could she possibly speak that way? What she was talking about was murder. At the very least kidnapping. As if realizing this herself she looked down at him with a nervous smile.

“Not you though,” Abigail sputtered, “You're cool Daniel.”

It didn’t help any but Daniel forced himself to give her a smile (not knowing if she could even see it) and gave her a thumbs up. 

“Jesus Abbie,” Liz said as she handed her sister a box, “Can you just set this up and realize that my husband’s life just changed for god knows how long?”

Abigail took the box and chuckled, “Sorry sis. Sometimes I just say what's on my mind.”

“I know.”

Abigail turned to Daniel then and said excitedly, “Alright let's hear that voice of yours shall we.”