The tiny man surveyed his surroundings. A giant redwood tree toppled onto its side could not have looked any bigger than the enormous pencil in front of him.
"Where the hell is Zack?" The tiny man wondered aloud as he began to assemble the clues to his location.
A monolithic door filled the horizon. Two large panes of glass allowed soft rays of sunlight to illuminate the otherwise gloomy surroundings. The bug-sized scientist stood on a desk of sorts, but there was no computer or any other signs of any of the items usually found on a college student's desk.
Other than the carton, the desktop was bare of most items. Toward the center of the expanse, a wide plateau of blue rose from the wooden surface. The tiny man made his way toward it.
After a brief journey, he reached the blue plateau, but a 20-foot cliff seemed to block him as he made his way around the edge of the object. Frustration began to replace his excitement about what seemed to be the arrival at his destination.
The package might have been delivered, and he might be safe from that awful spider, but he didn't seem any closer to his nephew. Then he saw the huge cylinder that leaned against an edge of the blue plateau.
"A pen!" He exclaimed.
He ran to the huge object, which leaned it a convenient angle to allow him to climb it like a bridge. In little time, he had ascended and was greeted by some other massive letters scrawled hurriedly into the blue surface.
VISITORS PLEASE SIGN IN!
He read the message, and everything clicked into place.
He wasn't in his nephew's dorm room. Someone had delivered the carton to the dorm, but left it on the sign-in table in the entrance hall into the dorm building.
Of course, eventually Zack would arrive and claim the package.
Then he felt a splash of fear. Yes, Zack would arrive, see the package, take it and leave him stranded and tiny.
"I've got to get back inside," the tiny man realized.
He turned and ran back toward the pen, definitely alarmed at finding himself so tiny and separated from his only means of uniting with his nephew.
He knew the spider still lurked in the dark interior of the shipping carton. He would just have to evade the predator a little longer.
He had reached the desktop and started across the vast plain toward the towering cardboard crate when the front door to the dorm building opened.
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