You begin making your way across the isles, running as fast as you can twist your destination. Finally, you're right at the little girls foot, briefly meaning against the leather bass to catch your breath. After a moment, you assess the foot before you. At first you begin poking out the thick, warm skin, hoping to get the girl's attention. Nothing happens. Then, more boldly, he began punching the living wall a flesh and Bone. Again you received no reaction from the "little" girl. Seeing no other option, grab hold of me soft leather strap of her sandal and begin to climb. Thankfully, even with your small size making everything so huge and difficult, you were able to reach the top have the girls foot fairly quickly. Looking up at the girl once again, you see no reaction to your presence. Out of frustration, you begin kicking the top of her foot, then out right jumping; not admitting to yourself that you were currently having a temper tantrum.
Unbeknownst to you, far far above, the little girl felt something tickling her foot. She look down and saw but tiny, little Ant crawling around on her foot; because really, what else could it be? The girl let loose a shrill shriek, reflexively kicking her foot up into the air to get rid of the icky bug.
Down below, stunned by the audio assault by the piercing siren issued from the girl's mouth. Your senses are so overloaded by the sound, that you don't realize you are airborne until you are hurtling through the icy airstreams of the open store. Twisting and tumbling, you have no way of predicting your destination.
Suddenly, you hit a firm fabric wall. The impact stuns you, meeting you to fall down into a dark, fabric covered area. As you hit the bottom, something hard cracks you in the back of the head, leaving you dazed. It takes a few moments clear your head enough to you study your surroundings.