Before you even have time to realise what's going on, some primitive instinct shoves you out the way of the descending cylinder of glass. You lose your footing briefly, tripping and barely missing being crushed by a hair's width. Panting with slightly hoarse sighs, you can only lay stupefied and stare at the titanic female towering over your shrunken form: it's Bekah, your older cousin. She wipes a drop of cola from the end of her nose with her sleeve and opens a cupboard above your head, apparently searching for something. Now could be your chance to get her attention; if you knew Bekah well enough you knew that she'd be happy to help you out of your difficult plight. But how could you go about it? Her attention seems to be directed elsewhere for the time being, and it wouldn't be easy to attract it at your current stature.
"Hey, Bekah?" a distant voice calls, interrupting your thoughts. It sounds strongly familiar to you, although you can't quite put your finger on it.
"I'm in here, Beth!" your cousin replies loudly, almost deafening you. So it was Beth; luckily you knew her quite well. She strolls into the kitchen rubbing her eyes, approaching Bekah casually.
"What time is this party meant to finish?" she asks tiredly.
Bekah closes the cupboard above you and turns to Beth, apparently not having found what she was looking for. "Oh, I'm not sure. Sara should know."
You slowly tune out of the dull conversation and focus on more pressing matters: Beth is right in your line of sight. If only you could get her attention somehow...
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