After an unknown accident, you shrank to 3cm. You stayed up all night, pondering how to tell your maid Hazel about your predicament without going unnoticed. As you pace the floor near your desk, there's a knock at your door.

Hazel: Hello? Master? Do excuse me, but it's 1:00 a.m., and you haven't asked me to tuck you in yet! May I come in?

Hearing no response she comes in.

Hazel: Master? Are you okay?