The streets of New York City are as crowded as ever. No place for an inch-tall man to be standing around gawping.
You dash for safety under the shadow of an immense hot-dog cart just in the nick of time, as a thunderous procession of pedestrians passes by, their feet pounding a tattoo of nightmarish volume behind you.
You need a moment to think, to come to terms with what's happening. The significance of the watch is now obviously apparant, and you doubt that your apparant disappearance will dissuade your pursuers. They'll still be after you, and this time they have a HUGE size advantage.
On the plus side, hiding will be a lot easier now. But your decreased pace will mean that it's going to take forever to get anywhere. Your contact point is at the Statue of Liberty - such a distance away that you can barely comprehend it.
Clearly, you're going to have to get assistance in travelling from one of the locals here, hitching a lift with the giants without them realising and moving from mule to mule until you're home and dry.
Easy in theory. Practice will be a bitch. Who to tap, for one thing? Well, being under this street vendor's place of business does mean that there'll be plenty of people stopping in front of it for short periods of time, which should be ample opportunity for someone of your physical prowess to sneak aboard.
Of course, pedestrians aren't the fastest way to travel. Casting your gaze in the other direction, past the shoes of the hot-dog man, you watch in wonder as the gargantuan cars zoom past. You could hang closer to the street - perhaps right by the curb - and hitch a ride with the next person you see that hails a taxicab. Much faster.
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