The most precious resource of all time had been quickly expiring on Jordan as fast as he ran and as much progress as he had made. He couldn’t help but feel his heart sink when he ever so faintly felt the floorboards shudder underneath him.
Jordan looked behind him but couldn’t see anything yet. As the shaking passed, he thought it was just the house settling or a heater turning on or off. However, it happened a second time, and then after the third time, it didn’t stop.
The singsong voice of Dayton rolled across the room like a fog. She was singing some popular song Jordan remembered hearing on the radio, but he couldn’t quite place it. It wasn’t long before Jordan could feel his legs stagger as he continued to press forward. He called for Sara, hoping and praying that she would somehow hear him this time.
Jordan was nearly knocked to the ground as he heard her footfalls pound against the wooden floor. He looked behind him, still was unable to see Dayton but knew she was nearby.
“Dayton, what were you told about running?” Sara shouted authoritatively. This only made Jordan sick. He had spent the last several minutes screaming for her to help him, and she was completely oblivious that he was even attempting to gain her attention. However, Dayton comes running into the room, and she hears effortlessly hears and scolds her.
“Sorry!” Dayton yells back, causing Jordan to cover his ears in a bit of pain. Looking back, he sees the white and pink tips of her shoes. Jordan feels his heartbeat against his chest in such a foreign way he wonders briefly if this is what a heart attack feels like.
“Come on out Body Hottie.” Dayton looked over at her dollhouse, scanning the floors for the miniaturized man. Jordan prayed that she would give the dollhouse a thorough inspection as she looked for him. He knew this would be his best chance of perhaps being able to make it to the coffee table or even that footstool that he could hide behind. He just needed to be out of plain sight. If he was lucky, he could slowly make his way to Sara.
As Jordan looked behind him ever so briefly, he still couldn’t see much of Dayton at all. So luck was still on his side. He thought back to Dayton, saying that Sara watched her every weekend and then on Wednesdays and Thursdays.
“This can’t be what each of these days is like. I’m not going to survive this. Why did I ever want to get out of Sara’s bag? That was like heaven compared to this. I could be napping her purse, but oh no. I had to open my mouth. Why did I have to say anything? I’d quite honestly give up a few rights about now if it meant I could get out of this.” Jordan said to himself as he panicked
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