A young woman, walking back home from work this very night, notices something near one of the trash cans on her usual route to her apartment. She’d thought at first that what she’d seen must have been a toy, but then realized after a longer look that she was seeing a living being. As she looks at you, she notices that you’re a person, a comparably very tiny one, but a person nonetheless.

Rachel: “Oh my goodness, are you okay? Why-… H-How… how are…” She stutters and trails off in confusion before quietly whispering to herself, “So small…”

She said, genuine concern in her slightly quivering voice as she approaches you and kneels.