Daniel will give credit where credit is due and he had to give Abigail credit. More than he would have originally thought he was going to give when he had heard her voice on the stairs. She has tried to be as delicate and as careful with him as possible and so far he has suffered no broken bones or a major injury of any kind.

He has been in pain a number of times but that was to be expected given his size and hers. In truth he was shocked that she hadn’t just crushed him yet by pure accident. She had spent a good few minutes trying to find somewhere to put him so he wouldn’t be hurt while traveling. 

She eventually decided to take one of Liz’s many purses, dumping the contents out (Somewhere), and then gently placed him inside of it. She then put the handle over her shoulder, picked up her box, and walked out of the house. Every moment she made caused the bag to sway just a little and before long he found himself slipping and sliding all over the bottom of the bag.

It caused his skin to burn as his skin dragged against the surface giving him the worst case of rug burn, on top of that every once and while he would smack into the walls of the purse and that would cause him to wince in pain, but the worst part was how dark it was.

There was only a tiny bit of light at the very top of the bag. The rest was pitch darkness. Before long the movement stopped and he could hear a car door open. He was sent rolling end over end as she leaned forward putting the box in either the trunk or backseat. He hit the front of the bag and was bathed in light and then she stood back up.

Thankfully he didn’t roll nearly as much and was close enough to the light to at least see. She hopped in the car, slowly took the bag off of her shoulders, and placed it down.

“I have to make a quick pitstop to pick something up for you and then we will get you out that purse.”

The drive was bumpy and rough. The purse moved around a lot and he found himself being tossed in the air and landing rough everytime, he rolled to and fro, and was starting to feel sick from all of it. Eventually it all stopped and she got out of the car, not grabbing the purse, and for that he was thankful.

It felt like an eternity. Away from the light again and with nothing to do he found himself chewing on his own thoughts. Everything that happened? If he made the right choice not going to the doctor? Would a cure be found? How long would it take? Would his wife be ok with everything later? What if a cure was never found and he had to live like this forever?
That last thought caused him to go into panic. Not unlike the one he would get about thinking about death itself. So with that thought he forced himself to just take deep breaths, remain calm, and focus on something else. Anything else. Thankfully it wasn’t long after that when the car door opened, closed, and Abigail was back.

“Sorry about that. Had to get you somewhere to sleep.”

The car turned back on and Daniel braced himself for the drive to come. A few minutes later the car stopped once more and Abigail chimed, “Were home,” and opened the door. She grabbed the purse and I rolled end over end as she lifted it in the air and draped it over her shoulder once more.

“Your home,” A voice Daniel didn’t recognize said.

Daniel tensed up. Scared. At this size he only wanted people he trusted around him and this woman was not one of those people. However, he wouldn’t have said Abigail would have been either. 

“Yeah. You mind getting the dollhouse out of the trunk?”

Dollhouse, Daniel thought to himself, Is she fucking crazy? I am not sleeping in a dollhouse.

“Dollhouse,” The woman laughed, “I thought you were bringing home a man not a toy.”

Daniel could hear the trunk open and close. 

“Shut up. He needed someplace to sleep and to call home for a while. I didn’t know what else to grab. I figured with a dollhouse he will have a home at least.”

“I don’t know how to tell you this but I have been watching the news. With how small this guy is I think a doll house will be too big for him.”

“What the hell else did you want me to do with him?”

“I don’t know.”

Daniel heard the car door open and braced himself for what was to come. It didn’t help. He still found himself rolling as she went to pick up the box. When she was back on her feet he was just thankful that he was in the light once again.

“At least you won’t have to worry about hurting him?”

“What do you mean by that?”

“You haven’t been keeping up with the news Abigail? Turns out that the men that shrink are unkillable. At least that is the belief for now. I mean one wife in California, I think, stepped on her husband when trying to locate him after he shrunk. Found him on the bottom of her foot, she had to peel him off, but he was alive. 

No broken bones or nothing. There have been other reports of course. Guys who have been sat on, guys that were having sex at the time that were found lodged in their wives vagina’s, even one was snorted up his wife's nose. The last one sneezed him out. All fine.

I mean obviously they don’t know what would happen if they were, like, eaten or something but as long as you don’t do that he should be fine. What’s his name by the way?”
“His name is Daniel.”

With that the purse opened wide and a hand swooped down gently picking him up. He was then raised in the air. He shut his eyes tightly as the sun bit at his corneas. When he opened them once more he was looking into the deepest blue eyes he had ever seen.

A smile stretched across her face as she looked at him.

“Nice to meet you Daniel. I am Sasha. I am sure we are going to become the bestest of friends.”