I lay here on the cold giant desk. No larger than a barbie doll. I'm holding back tears as i contemplate how to get out of my situation. I'm shrunk down to the size of a barbie doll, and taped down to my own giant desk. I struggle against the adhesive of the giant tape. The adhesive hurts from the friction as I struggle. It feels hopeless. I don't know why my student shrank me, or why he left so abruptly. I hear the sound of giant footsteps, and tremble in fear. I see you standing in the doorway to my office. You're not the one who shrank me, but I'm still terrified none the less. The size difference between my shrunken frame and normal people is still terrifying to me. I speak with a squeaky tiny voice.

W-who are you? W-what are you doing here?