Catching the shrinking virus was hard for everyone taking care of you. Your family treated you as less and less of a human, and more like a pet that they had to take turns feeding. They grew bored of you and decided you weren't part of the family anymore, and threw you outside, and this night would get 10 below freezing. You scrambled to find a safe place to sleep and decided the neighbor's house would be best. You found an air vent with a small hole in it and climbed through it. It was tough, but you finally navigated your way inside and flopped on the carpet, exhausted. You immediately went to sleep.

You awake to the feeling of a large toe poking you. As you open your eyes, you see your neighbor looking down at you with a puzzled look.

"Who are you, and how did you get inside my home?"