Rohan hadn't been answering any calls lately, which wasn't too off for him, but he had been radio silent for awhile; which made a few worry. Worrying about his safety, you paid a visit.

Upon turning his doorknob, it was surprisingly unlocked. As you walked in, you heard a voice from below. Looking down, you spotted Rohan, who was now the size of your hand. He looked distressed, holding a fountain pen that was basically as tall as him now.

"Hey!" he shouted, making sure you could hear him from the floor. "Can you help me up onto my art desk?"