"Woah! Hey, a little help here." You panicked, realizing you're sinking down. Those waste papers are no help at all, so you begin to yell out, but no avail. Max is still mumbling, complaining, and moaning for the lost of his favorite pet. Before you could scream out the last word "Help!" you have sank into then beneath the paper. Not to your expectation, you're beginning to suffocate.

I can't breathe was not the thought that you're expecting. Help... and you could only pray. Your chest is tightening, eyes are closing. You grab onto the paper and hoping to climb your way out, but the lack of oxygen drains your energy. Just when you are losing consciousness, you hear faint rustling sounds, then... "You spider muderer..." Max cries while holding you in his angry grip. You can feel his palm is sweating, soaking into your shirt. You take a few short breath then a deep one to regain consciousness. Seeing Max's tears, "I'm sorry, Max." you apologize in your tiny voice.

"I was scared, you know. Panicked - to be exact." you explain. "As you can tell, I'm now only two inches tall, which is smaller than your tarantula. I'm really sorry."

Max is calming down then sets you down on his desk, again, next to his dead spider. There is a moment of silence, as if giving last respect to the now permanent unmovable spider. As thoughts rush in and out of your mind, Max's voice alerts you. "By the way, Jake, what happen to you?"

You look at Max questionably. "I have no idea."