You see the smiling face of a near-perfect stranger looking back at you from the driver ID. Your memory is a bit foggy, but you think you remember that face from somewhere. The first name Becca comes to mind, but you're not sure how you're even acquainted. You think she may be a friend of a friend, but honestly you've run into a lot of people at parties and it's hard to keep them all straight, especially when drinking is involved. One thing was for sure: you have no idea if you can trust this mystery girl. After all, you ended up shrunk around her and woke up in her purse with no explanation. She's not exactly starting off with the most credibility. The fact of the matter is, Becca was a complete and utter wild card, and you're not sure she's got the purest of intentions.
A sudden thud jolts you out of your thoughts. As you begin to listen intently, the unmistakable sound of heaving footfalls fills your ears. Someone was approaching, quickly, and you had a pretty good idea who it was. Panicking, you look around the dark purse for some sort of cover, but your eyes have yet to adjust back to night vision after the artificial light of the phone screen erased it. The steps finally stop, but they are replaced with a rustling noise. The purse was being opened. Lights begins to flood your prison. You dive beneath the cell phone as it is still the closest thing to you, just as Becca's giant visage eclipses the opening. From your hiding place, you can see the girl's colossal hand extend into the purse, purpose unknown. Becca finds within her grasp... the phone.
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