"Krystal, down here!!!" shouted Fox as loud as he could, cupping his hands over his mouth like a megaphone. Of course, as he'd expected Krystal remained in her position, leaning in the fridge and searching for something. Closer to her now Fox could see she was searching in the meat drawer for something, probably not remembering that she'd shared the last of that with him just hours ago before he'd gone to bed.

"WELL, I CAN'T MAKE ONE WITHOUT SOMETHING," she said, her voice so loud it hurt Fox's ears, forcing him to cover them in pain. Rising Krystal turned back to the counter, staring at something on it with a look of concern on her face while shaking her head. Fox, his ears still ringing, wonder what she was making, but decided it was unimportant. He had to get her attention, and fast, before she decided to leave.

Two choices was becoming a regular number for him, as he was again struck with an idea. He could just stay where he was screaming and hope that Krystal looked down. That was seeming to be a smaller and smaller possibility. He could now also, he saw, climb into the drawer she was looking into via an overhanging thread. That was bound to get her to notice him, but he could get hurt in the process too. Looking back at the giantess he decided to...