Bryan had failed to foresee how something as simple as turning the box upside down could disrupt all his careful plans.
Bryan's fall ended abruptly against a wide section of bare cardboard. He groaned and pulled himself to his hands and knees.
The exit, unfortunately for Bryan, from the tiny box now loomed far overhead toward the "ceiling" of the warehouse-sized box. That contingency, Bryan realized belatedly, had gone unforeseen regardless of all his meticulous planning.
He did manage to make his way toward a tiny peephole that allowed the tiny man a severely restricted view of the outside world.
As he started to peer outside the box, however, he felt a wetness in the front of his pants. "What the—" Bryan said. "Oh no!"
He reached his hand into his pocket and felt slivers of shattered glass. The vial of antidote must have broken in his fall.
In a frenzy of panic, he pulled off the pants. He felt the wet stain where the liquid in the vial had soaked into the fabric.
He tried to squeeze even a couple of drops from the fabric, but failed. In disgust, he flung his pants away.
Bryan realized how he had precisely measured the antidote amount. There was no way to recover enough of the crucial substance to restore his size.
A loud knock jolted Bryan from self-pity.
"HI! I'M TOMMY."
Bryan ran to the peephole. He stared out and saw Tommy's colossal form standing in his office. He watched as Greg looked up from the desk.
When Greg didn't respond immediately, Tommy informed him that Dr. Smith had asked him to mail a package.
"HE TOLD ME TO PICK UP THE PACKAGE AT HIS OFFICE."
"YEAH," Greg said. "OVER HERE IT IS."
Bryan saw Greg's huge hand reaching directly toward him. The sight caused the scientist to flinch and step back from the peephole.
And then everything went crazy again.
Greg handed the package to Tommy.
"UH, DUDE, THERE SHOULD BE AN ENVELOPE WITH SOME MONEY," Tommy explained.
"THERE WASN'T ANY ENVELOPE," Greg retorted.
Tommy held the package fairly level in his hands. The reprieve gave Bryan time to scramble back toward the peephole.
"I CAN'T AFFORD TO MAIL THIS!" Tommy complained.
"SORRY," Greg said. "I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO TELL YOU."
"THIS SUCKS!" Tommy said.
Bryan felt the package lowered.
"Wait!" Bryan yelled. "What are you doing?"
"I GUESS HE CAN MAIL IT HIMSELF WHEN HE GETS BACK," Tommy said, obviously disappointed as he thought of the missed chance to make some big bucks.
"No! You can't leave me here!" Bryan yelled. Now, with the loss of the antidote, everything now depended on his getting into his nephew's hands.
But, helplessly, he watched Tommy leave the office.
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