The TV stand has scratches on the stained concrete so I pull it back. Behind the TV stand there is a little hole in the wall they have made to go in and out. I am so so scared I want to go home I want my mother. A thin little voice comes through the hole and it starts to speak to me:

“Julian, help me, Julian, help me”

“They tied me up and dragged me from my bed and made me SMALL”

“When they make me big again they are going to EAT me"

I am so scared just like him I know I can RUN AWAY but I’m afraid he will die. I stare and stare and stare at the hole and feel the cold breeze come through the hole and it smells like wet pennies and damp earth and stale air.

RUN AWAY

RUN AWAY

RUN AWAY

BECOME SMALL