“Alright, back to the Internet. Now we need to search weight loss pills in development. If this is the work of a pharmaceutical company, this should give us a lead.”
Mark slowly closed his hand around the tiny men. He loved seeing and feeling the diminutive figures in his hand. He made his way to his computer desk and sat down. He opened his hand and slowly slid the minuscule men onto the table.
“Better get my glasses,” he said. Mark got up and walked back into the living room before returning to his seat. He sat down a pack of marlboros and a lighter, and slid his glasses onto, what must’ve appeared the shrinkees, his giant face.
“Okay, let’s google what kind of tests are being done on weight loss pills - it was a pill, correct?”
“No,” replied the little man who seemed to be the de facto leader of the group, “it was a drink. A small amount, like a shot of liquor.”
“Ah, I see. Did it appear to be be something that was mixed, like a powder, or was it more like a serum?”
“Definitely a mix.”
“Oh wow. They may try to get this thing to market. Thousands of people would shrink before anyone figured out what happened,” Mark said. The idea of that happening excited him a little.
Mark reached down and fished a Marlboro out of the pack. He lit the cigarette and, in an effort to exhale away from the computer screen, managed to blow thick smoke all over the little men. He could hear them cough, and, though he couldn’t explain it, he enjoyed it.
“Now we’re on to something,” he said. “It looks like DynaLoss is the new supplement. Not a lot being said, but they do mention tests at universities.”
“Does this mean there are more shrunken people?”
“Possibly. I haven’t seen anything reported on the news. But I didn’t go forward with you guys either, so it could be possible there are more tinies and no one is reporting it.”
“Should you report it?”
Mark thought about the consequences of reporting the shrinking to authorities. What would come of the tiny men? Certainly they’d be subjected to a battery of tests, and kept in a lab. He relayed his thoughts to the diminutive group.
“So it’s best we stay with you...”
“I think so, for now. I have a friend who’s wife works with DynaLoss’s parent company, I’ll give him a call tomorrow and see if I can find anything out.”
As Mark related this information, he remembered Steve and Donna had a blonde haired daughter who worked with Donna. Could she be the blonde who shrunk the men?
“For now it’s probably best to spend the night relaxing, trying not to dwell on it too much. I know that’s probably harder for you guys, but worry won’t help you grow.”
One of the tiny men, who had been silent until now, stepped forward.
“Just please don’t put me back in that box!”
“Okay - and everyone else?”
All of the shrunken men agreed they didn’t want to go back into the box.
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