From only a white contour, you had no chance of recognizing the person aside from it clearly being a womanly figure. But once the glow dissolves from her vision and she stops watching the light evaporate from her hands, she addresses you by name, "Scott? Scott? Could you tell me what I just saw? I'd swear I was glowing a second ago."
It takes a minute, but your memory gears up and you remember her name, Sasha Dumars. You don't know her well. She's a friend of a friend. You haven't seen her in months, and not many times before that. You can't understand what she'd be doing here. She's long done with college. You wonder and worry about her connections to the lab and to your friends. Having shrunk someone part of your social network could be trouble. She already knows who you are and could share your theft with others, tangling the web around you.
Sasha starts to realize what happened once she approaches you. She only stands as high as your hips. "Oh my god! What's going on? Why, why, why am I so small? Scott, what happened? Did you do this? Reverse it! Please! Oh, god."
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