I stood in front of the wall, staring at the marks. Taking a deep breath I slowly turned around and pressed my back against it, drawing a line above my head. I turned around and looked, immediately deflating at what I saw.
"Half an inch," I muttered.
"Look, you're probably just looking at the wrong line," Alice said. "Or, I dunno, maybe you're slouching today, you know? But you can't be shrinking."
"It's not just... it's not just my diminution," I insisted. "Look, look at this. My ears are... look, they're pointier. I'm serious! Look at them."
"They look normal to me," Alice said.
I huffed. "How about this, when I turn the light off..."
"Oh, come on!" Alice objected.
"Now, look, it's dark to you right?"
"Pitch black, and this better have a good point."
"Raise some fingers," I said. "Don't tell me how many... wow. You're middle finger. How about something less obvious?"
"How'd you know I did that?" Alice asked, changing the number of fingers she was showing.
"Well, I probably could've guess, but I can see you," I said. "I can see that you've got four fingers up, and now you're flipping me off again. And then you just scratched your ass... very classy, Alice."
"Okay... I'll admit, that's a little weird," Alice said. "Maybe you've just been eating too many carrots?"
"First of all, the carrot thing is a myth from World War Two propaganda-"
"Fine, whatever," Alice said, rolling her eyes. "So what do you think's happening?"
"I... I don't know. But I need to find out."
"Probably before you get more pocket sized... and I don't need to see in the dark to know you're flipping me off."