Trish feels the tranquilizing effect of the shrinking potion and falls asleep just before she begins to shrink.<br/><br/>Trish wakes up in pitch darkness surrounded by thick cloth.<br/>"I must be in his pocket..." Trish thinks aloud, shifting a bit to get a little closer to what she thinks is the outside wall of the pocket. Carefully she extracts a razor sharp claw, and begins her work on sawing through the gigantic strands of fabric. little by little she progresses, until one strand finally falls away, leaving several dozen rope size strands to go.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"This'll take days to cut a hole"</span>Wines Trish's mind as she starts in on the next strand, just in time to sense something; someone out side. She can tell that whoever it is isn't quite human but about the same size just outside the confines of her polyester prison.<br/>"HAY! GET ME OUTTA HERE!" Trish shouts, hoping whoever is there would hear her...