You head across the open space, trotting along on the varnished wooden floor toward the door. You keep your eyes peeled for any danger… but don’t spot any. You reach the door safely.
There is space underneath the door, plenty for you to squeeze through at your shrunken size. Forgetting momentarily that your only hope of being restored to full size is by reaching the reverse-all potions in Onyx’s laboratory, you try to squeeze through the opening. After all you saw and faced in the basement, you’re desperate to escape this extremely dangerous building…
You press up against something warm and soft, which yields just a bit against your face and arms as you touch it. You blink, frightened, trying to figure out what deadly creature you pressed yourself against… but there’s nothing there. You press tentatively with you hands, and feel it before you, but still can’t see it… like some kind of invisible, soft wall…
Suddenly you understand… it’s the spells Onyx spoke of, spells that prevent anything smaller than a house cat from escaping her home… thus ensuring that it ends up feeding something! You’re not escaping this place so easily…!
You turn and slide to a sitting position against the door, staring around yourself at the giant room. Tears form in your eyes… damn Onyx! Why did she cast all these spells? Why did she have to go and get herself killed?! Damn her! Now you’re sure to die horribly because of her stupid mistakes!
After wallowing in self-pity for a few minutes, your survival instinct --- which has served you well so far --- kicks in again. She said there were reverse-all potions in her upstairs laboratory. Getting to them will surely be a horrific endeavor (even climbing those stairs you’re staring at appears impossible)… but it’s your only hope. If you can just get to those potions, you’ll be able to restore yourself to full size… and walk out of this place.
You push yourself to your feet, your expression hardening into one of determination. You survived the jungle and the basement so far… you’re not some easily-killed girl. No, you will do it… you will escape this…
As you’re thinking this, you notice movement and look up. You blink, then scowl: there’s a moth fluttering around the ceiling. It’s hard to tell from way down here, but it looks to be as large as you are. Your scowl changes to a frown… you wonder, could you somehow ride it to the top of the stairs…?
As though it heard your thoughts, suddenly the moth spins and flutters its way down toward the ground, and toward you. As it nears you see that it is indeed as tall as you, and surely larger around… it comes right at you, its large round multi-faceted eyes reflecting your image from a distance. It seems intent on you…
