I notice you aren't in your bunk. I wake in the barracks. I adjust my dogtags and pull my black tank top over my abs. My python jaw stretches as I yawn. The morning sun catches on my light yellow scales. What I don't know is, you shrank overnight to 1 millimetre. You are on the floor by my bunk, near my huge, well-worn boots. You hope I might look down and see the micro speck that is my Private. But a Lieutenant has no time to watch her feet. My bare paws swing over. "Private? Where are you?"