You start to get dizzy as she moves. You're not sure if she is aware of how much she's moving her hand, but it rocks back and forth according to the rhythms of her step. You're not sure where she's taking you as her fist leaves you in darkness. Every once in a while you catch a glimpse of the outside world enough to see that she's outside leaving the airport. You hear what sounds like a car door opening, and she opens her fist. She puts you into the cup holder, which seems specially designed to prevent you from escape. It's too high for you, but you can still look up at her, and she can still see you.
"There you guy little one," she explains. "I have had some others lost before, so I made a custom built carrier."
She has long black hair and a bony face. She's skinny and looks to be in her mid-twenties.
"What do you mean by 'others'?"
"Other little people just like you, silly," she answers giving you a playul wink.
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