With his senses fully returned to him, the first thing that caught Spencer was the smell. On instinct he covered his nose with his shirt to prevent it from worming it's way into his nostrils further.
That proved useless as the stench was much too powerful. It was as if he'd been locked in a room with stale cheese and old sweaty gym bags. It burned his eyes and made him want to gag. Miraculously he didn't puke.
The next thing that caught his attention was the damp and slimy surface he was sitting on. It appeared to be the source of the foul smell. It only made the question about his location much stronger.
Looking around he noticed there was a bright light above him and to his right was what appeared to be a cave of shadow. Wait a moment. Cave? Light from the ceiling? Awful smell?
No!
No, it couldn't be!
Spencer didn't want to believe it but what his eyes showed him was true. He was in a shoe. It couldn't have been his as surprisingly he took pretty good care of himself. It wasn't his sister Carly's as she was very much the same.
That only left one person... Sam! He was in Sam's shoe. No wonder it smelled like something died in here. Sam's personal hygiene left a lot to be desired.
The footsteps outside were getting closer and that made the shrunken man's heart go erratic. If Sam and Carly were coming this way then that meant they were probably on there way out. If that happens then...
"OH MY GOD I HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!" Spencer shouted.
Spencer jumped up towards the light but he wasn't tall enough. If he didn't get out of this place then Sam would put her shoes on and he'd be crushed. Just thinking about being turned into a stain at the bottom of the blondes foot gave him all the motivation in the world to escape.
This time he tried to scale his way up the sides but the walls of the shoe were just so spongey from Sam's sweat that he just slid off. It made him feel gross, but at the moment he didn't care.
The footsteps grew louder and now he could hear the sound of their booming voices. They were here! He was out of time. He could try calling out for help but would they hear him?
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