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“No, no, no—!”

She walked toward the coffee table, and I realized with horror—the VR headset was lying right next to her foot. She was about to step on it.

I tried to shout. “SARAH! DOWN HERE!” -VR- Height 15cm Looking at VR Get smaller and ...

He didn’t see me. Not yet. But he was walking toward the headset. Toward the only thing that could save me.

I ran. The carpet ripped at my bare feet. I dodged a fiber, leaped over a dust bunny the size of a boulder. She was already lifting her foot. “No, no, no—

It had to be the headset. The VR was still running—I could hear the faint electronic hum from somewhere in the carpet fuzz. If I could get back to it, put it on again, maybe the calibration would reverse.

She didn’t hear me. Of course she didn’t. I was less than six inches tall. I might as well have been a cricket. “SARAH

The headset didn’t settle over my face—it engulfed it. The foam padding, which usually rested lightly against my cheeks and forehead, now pressed down with impossible weight, smothering. I tried to pull it off, but my fingers—my stupid, shrinking fingers—slipped against the plastic.

The front door opened again, and a different shadow fell across the room. Bigger. Darker. I smelled cologne, motor oil, and something hungry.

Fifteen centimeters. That’s what the display had read before I put it on. .