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Before the two tiny women could react, Sophie was already away. The empty chair spun idly, a simple motion that would have been beyond the capabilities of the shrunken duo to recreate. Yet their thoughts weren't focused on such things.

Jenna watched the giant woman vanish; it had been a gamble to try and use Sophie's curiosity against her, but the teacher would have more than one plan. No matter how invested the redhead appeared to be in their safety, she was still the woman who had shrunk them smaller without their consent, shoved them into her purse and drove them to who knows where... Jenna agreed with her younger companion that anger and defiance served them little, but all the while, Jenna tried to conjure new ways to escape this bizarre nightmare.

Maisie, for her part, was still battling the indignation of her wine-soaked outfit and subsequent nudity. Her new garment clung to her tiny form and stood as far from the word 'comfortable' as about anything she had ever worn. Was she seriously going to have to wear this until that woman fixed that insane device? The graduate fiddled with the doll's dress, trying to brute force it closer to 'comfortable' with no success.

"How am I going to sleep like this...?"

Jenna eyed her distracted, dwindled companion. "You're worried about pyjamas at the moment? How can you think to sleep at all?"

Maisie kept her eyes on her attire. "You're not tired? Its early but... well, it's been a day. You were there."

Jenna grumbled at that, yet the younger woman wasn't wrong. Still, the paranoid part of the teacher's personality wondered if their fatigue was a side effect of their reduced size...

In the bedroom across the hall, Sophie retrieved a box which contained some of her niece's older toys. This trove had supplied both of those silly dresses, and there were still a few scattered items in here that might be of use. Things like sleeping arrangements hadn't truly occurred to the scientist if she was being honest. It wasn't until a particular notion came to her that she realized she wanted her guests to cease being a distraction.

With a grin, she retrieved what she needed, as well as a discarded shoebox and strode back towards the study.

As expected, the pair were where she left them. Memories of their manic terror earlier in the day seemed mercifully distant now.

Jenna's brow furrowed. Just what did this woman have in store...

Maisie's burgeoning trust - to use the word generously - in Sophie had been damaged by the wine and bath incident. The graduate got the sense that the pair weren't exactly fully realized people to her, at least so far as their agency was concerned...

In a swift movement, the giantess was once again seated in her chair. "Here we go..."

The duo felt a slight vibration in their feet between Sophie's landing in the chair and the box being placed onto the desk. 

The dwindled women padded slowly towards the curious box - it was huge but they both realized it was little more than a shoebox.

Jenna spoke first. "And what is this...?"

Sophie, somewhat dramatically, gestured to the box like she was selling a car. "Your bedroom, shall we say!"

The tiny duo looked past the enormous hand with dread curiosity - they were confused, irritated, tired and uncomfortable - and now faced with this mystery box...