author: -yellowfeather-
The red light zooms by. You wince expecting the worst that's sure to come. You creep into the middle of the acute intersection frame by frame, and between the twenty-fourth and twenty-fifth frames of this film, your head pivots ninety degrees to the right. You attempt to swing the car around in time, but the approaching danger soon collides with your eyes, and you tumble in darkness.
Flipping side over side amidst a torturous crunching, scraping metal, you find yourself lost in another world. Such an instantaneous expedition into an unfamiliar, yet comforting place of bright light which seems to flow through your whole body. Then your eyes open, and it's gone, replaced by an upside down view of an asphalt sky. You undo your seatbelt with a struggle and fall to the roof in this inverted existence.
You crawl out through the open window beneath an irreparably dented door. You check yourself, and besides a few cuts and scratches through your clothes and skin, you don't seem to be too badly injured. You look around but the view doesn't even record in your mind through the record of the crash. Your head perks up and before you even turn. Your legs are already moving you toward the other overturned vehicle. Scrambling over the rough road surface you come to the crumpled front end of a red convertible on its side. Inside, a woman fights against an airbag to drop free. You put your arms under her, supporting her as she detaches the belt. Luckily, she's also not seriously injured. Other than a scratch on her forehead, she seems in perfect condition, though she breathes and flails as if in desperate need of immediate attention.
"Are you alright?" you ask her, setting her down on the roughly textured road. "Are you alright?"
She brushes her deep red hair away from her face, feeling the cut on her forehead she gasps. She looks over her clothes, still uncut, though she feels around for unseen bruising. "I," she pants, "I think I'm okay." Then she looks up at her vehicle, "My car! Look at this! My beautiful car! Oh, why did this happen?" You let her grieve for the deceased automobile and survey the surroundings once again, hoping for someone to come along to help. Looking left and right, you notice your range is skewed oddly, like you are looking out over a ten lane highway. Looking upward, the trees touch the clouds, and the realization stamps itself onto your blank mind.
You leap back to your car and pull out your backpack, the device no longer resting atop it. You crawl waist deep inside your flipped carriage and find the transposer wedged underneath the dashboard. Prying it free from the hard plastic's grasp, the lights slowly fade, the barrel cracks wider in your hands. You walk, head down, to the woman who's digging out her purse from her car. You don't say anything, she doesn't even realize.
"There you are!" she says pointing a finger at you, "We need to get some information together here. I definitely had the right of..." you take her arm and turn her around to the trees. She tries to speak as she takes in the sights, "the right of... I definitely... I... oh my God! What happened!? This cannot be real! This can't be happening!" Her hands cover her mouth, taking a silent moment to look all around at the oversized surroundings.
"It was this," you show her the broken transposer. "This made us shrink. It must have triggered in the crash." She reaches out to touch it, the crack a prominent flaw in its design.
"Fix it! Can it turn us back? Just Fix it!" she insists.
You shake your head lower, "I can't. I didn't make it. I don't know how." You drop the device to your side and take a breath to recollect yourself. "We have to get some help. We can't stay like this, not here." You look into her eyes, hoping for an answer.
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