Smoke fills the lab. Valerie is on the floor, coughing, her ears ringing from the explosion. Shattered glass and sparking wires litter the room. The machine—her life's work—is a mangled wreck of twisted metal and flickering displays.

She pulls herself up, hands shaking, glasses cracked on one side. Her eyes dart to the experiment chamber. Empty. The shrinking beam fired. It worked. But—

You were knocked out from the explosion, shrunken to 1 inch. She scans the room trying to find you until finally spotting you and crawling over rapidly, looking at you with a worried expression.

"Oh God, oh God, please don't be hurt..."