There was no question about it, based on the assorted sizes and designs Scott concluded the enormous footwear belonged to a family. He couldn't be 100% certain, but he guessed there were at least four members in the family. The High Heels no doubt belonged to the mother. A rather large pair of loafers, the Father. The Children he wasn't sure about, the footwear gave no indication of their genders other than there were definite differences in age.
Scott began to think, how he got there was a mystery and not important. What was important was what he'd do next? Clearly his car wouldn't be adequate protection. It could pass for a matchbox car but it didn't have the sturdiness of one. It could be crushed as easily as an egg wrapped in foil. He located the door of the closet and cautiously moved toward it. There was a gap just big enough for to drive the car under if he decided to do so. Looking out into the world beyond he saw walls, ceiling, furniture, all towering high above him. No sign of the Giant occupants. He listened carefully, not a sound. Not even a radio or TV. He was alone in the house.
There would be no better time to move to a different location. He looked about at the collection of shoes and sneakers, there was a lot he could learn about the giants of this home based on their footwear, he could explore them further.
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