Trish looked about, about as tall as the unmowed grass she'd been cast aside into by the blades of the mower. Though she could hear Jack and Mary a ways off, along with everything else. All amplified and making her ears ring a little as she got used to it. Panicking a bit at being such a size. "Okay... calm down Trish, you just have to get to Jack, maybe you and him can stay at Barbara's..." she shuddered at the thought, Barbara wouldn't take advantage of her though when she was like this, sure she had her moods but she was a friend wasn't she? She shook her head, looking towards the direction of Jack and Mary's voices. She had to get to Jack at least, he'd understand her plight. Though Mary... she wondered a bit at the thought of what she might do if she found her. Probably mistake her for a doll, but inevitably she'd return her to her son. She was a good girl after all.
She wandered along the grass, finally reaching the picnic area as she looked up, Mary standing and picking things up. Covering her ears as they talked, worried as can be about what they were saying but screaming slightly at the pain of their loud voices. Failing to notice as her ears rang that...
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