Not A Toy 077

The diminutive pair moved in a flash. 

Jenna barrelled over the water bottle and deodorant, as Maisie followed suit - the pair spurred on by the desperation of their predicament. As the teacher was past the obstacles, she realized that the water bottle was obstructing them. She didn't hesitate. The older woman bent down and thrust with all the miniature might she could muster, shifting the water bottle with considerable effort and clearing the path for Maisie. The graduate watched, realizing that Jenna was a new obstacle, and fell to her hands and knees. 

As the pair made their frantic moves, the thrum of the vibrating phone echoed in their ears - the sound bouncing around the confines of the bag, it was loud and obnoxious, but to the shrunken women, it might as well have been a siren's song - and the shining screen a lighthouse in a terrible storm.

"Go! Go!" Jenna urged, her tone commanding - even with the slight up-pitch of her voice.

Maisie didn't waste any time and crawled along the surface of the device, despite their exhaustion, they found their strength renewed. If they could answer the phone, they could actually try and speak to someone who wasn't their oppressively sized captor who seemed unwilling to listen. The graduate felt her limbs knock and shake as the vibration sent shudders across her tiny body.

Maisie went beneath Jenna, and stretched her arm towards the green symbol - she was so close!

Yet, just like a siren's song - it had been too good to be true.

Light lanced upon them as the nearly sealed lip of the slouched bag was forced open. The two women gasped, Maisie froze, and in a blur an enormous shape descended upon the pair. For a moment, Jenna thought something was dropping into the bag, but before she could correct herself she was shoved aside by a gigantic hand. Fingers easily pushed the water bottle clear and crawled beneath the phone's surface.

Maisie screamed, tried to hit the green symbol, but her body was pushed down and forward, losing sight of her target. Her vision shifted, turning as she realized the surface beneath her was moving.

No, not just moving. Lifting!

She felt the familiar warmth of a gigantic body, and realized that Sophie had plunged her hand into the bag, retrieving her phone! A simple task for a fully sized adult, but to the tiny prisoners, it was like a big bad wolf and strode up and blown their house down.

By the time Jenna recomposed herself, she only saw the phone, and Maisie, lifted free, disappearing from sight, she slammed her fists in futile anger, now the lone occupant of the dark, musty prison.

Maisie tried to take hold of something, one hand clutching for dear life onto the edge of the phone, the other flailed wildly before finding purchase on something warm, and soft. It was Sophie's thumb! Then, the graduate was thrust into somewhere new - she had gotten so used to the tight confines of the bag that she had forgotten what the real world was like beyond it, but what she saw was terrifying and unfamiliar. Maisie soared through the air atop the still vibrating phone, as she saw the environment beyond the car whizzing past, her tiny screams and gasps announcing her presence.

Sophie's eyes darted from the road for just a second, hearing panic and terror, and something clasping at her hand. Shock and frustration took hold as she saw the younger of the pair clinging for what looked like dear life.

"What are you doing?!" Sophie said, berating the terrified, shrunken girl.