Olga tears her hand away from your glass prison, and when your eyes readjust to the normal amount of indoor light you immediately recognize your new, enormous surroundings. A row of tables, unoccupied at this time of the day, and the open cafe door beside you are definite hallmarks of the library's basement. This is better news than you could have hoped for; after four years you know this place like the back of your hand, as well as all the regulars.
Your small moment of triumph is interrupted when Olga kneels, setting the base of your test tube on the linoleum floor. With an echoing pop she pulls out the cork, allowing fresh air and ambient sounds to rush down to you. Olga quickly tips the test tube over, setting it on the floor, and lifts the base up. Your tiny body races down the near-frictionless glass until you shoot out the end, landing with a roll. Olga sets a finger down in your path, and you bump into her soft fingertip.
"They know you're somewhere in this building," Olga says, the enormous woman's voice taking on an otherworldly quality from her sheer size. "It's ten floors and the basement so you should have some time. I'll be on the far side of the room for a while finishing up some work, if you hurry your tiny little legs might get you to be before I leave... and before they find you." With that she stands up and steps over you, taking care to almost scrape the top of your head with the heel of her boot as she does, and heads off into the room.
For now you stand where Olga left you, considering the great journey ahead of you at this pitiful size. In the past you could get to the back in a minute, but now you'd be surprised if you could make it in six hours. It occurs that survival is the most important thing, and reaching Olga may not really be in your best interest - if you could get outside, you may never see her and the three other women again.
While you consider your options the floor shakes. You spin around and see a massive cross-trainer slap down to the floor, a smooth and shapely leg rising out of it. Its owner is already taking another step forward, and it looks like you'll be right in her shoe's path.
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