His peripheral vision wasn't good enough to catch Susan's reaction on such a small scale, but it was something he'd been fearing anyway. It was all too easy to imagine how disgusting it must be to have to see six inch nostrils up close.

Shutting his eyes tightly and sending up a silent prayer, John drank the contents of the little bottle, barely registering the pleasant taste. For one shining, horrifying second, nothing happened, but then he started shrinking. After a few unpleasant moments of feeling compressed and squashed, John found himself back at his normal size and laying on the ground with his head at Susan's feet.

"Oh, thank God," he murmured.