You exhale as she grabs the keys and lifts them out, and zips the purse again, leaving you in darkness. It's just a quick elevator fall to the ground, and you hear a mighty engine start -- the woman must have parked near the train station.
Some time later, you're lifted again, and brought a short distance; the zipper opens, but the woman doesn't even look as she tosses a mass of metal down just inches from you. Then, the purse is zipped shut again, and put down.
You wait a few minutes, not wanting to get caught escaping. But you didn't come all this way to sit in a purse all night. So you clamber up the fabric walls, and slide the zipper just a bit.
You're on a small table in the entryway. That's going to make getting down difficult, at least at your size. You may transform or change sizes again, but you'll wait to make that decision for a minute. You walk to the edge of the table, and look down; there's a mat by the table with shoes on it. You recognize the shoes the woman was wearing earlier -- giant bows and all. You look around, and see other pairs of shoes. They're...
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