Building up your courage, you make a dash for the heel of Coop's pantleg. In a leap that could only be described as one of faith, you lunge towards the only hope you had for getting unshrunk. Luckily for you, it was heading towards you as well. Your hands hit the cloth and instinctively latched onto it, giving you quite the grip on Coop's jeans. However, this was only the beginning.
Just as you would get a firm grip and cling to the pantleg, you quickly find yourself moving faster than you ever had before, a simple step forward for Coop feeling like 100 mph winds, all of which were trying to pry you from your way out. there was only a moment of gusting winds before you realized you were no longer in the horribly empty garage, but instead making your way down a short hallway. Each step closer to that room made you grow weaker and weaker, the fatigue building up to a point where you were going to lose your grip, barely able to hold onto your own thoughts.
Luckily for you, it appeared that Coop had stopped walking, and finally sat down. You didn't want to let go of the pantleg you were attatched to, however, fearing that getting onto the floor in this room might prove deadly. However, you would soon have no choice.
Despite sitting, Coop still had one more motion he needed to do, and that was lift up one foot onto his knee, and that leg happened to be the one you were attached to. Such a sudden motion was all it took to dislodge you, sending you flying through the air. As you fly through the air, you take note of your surroundings, namely a TV with some moving shapes on it, a table with an cup of some unknown soda, and a plush carpet. Finally you land...
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