Well, you've no time to be sitting around. Best to be on your way, and hope that the trail hasn't gone entirely cold.
You restart your vehicle, and coax the car down the road. Oddly, the surface seems a lot more uneven than it was a moment ago. Also, a lot wider, and with much higher pavement curbs...
It doesn't take long for your sharpened intellect to conclude that you have been reduced in size. You are now driving a bloody matchbox car.
You hurridly pull in to the side to get out of the line of fire, so to speak. You would hate to be crushed underneath a tyre; such a demeaning way to die for someone of your long career.
So, you have two choices, since the road runs in two directions. Either you carry on ahead, hoping to conclude the mission regardless of circumstances, or you turn around and head for home, looking for a cure.
They'll understand.
Of course, there's also the third option: to get out of the road entirely and wait around for a passer-by, and attempt to enlist their aid.
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