"Let you go?!?!", Cindy says incredulously.  "Let you go?", she repeats, as if Sarah we're insane for even having thought the idea, and stupid for having then brought voice to the idea.<br/><br/>"I don't think you fully appreciate what I'm doing for you.  I'm protecting your tiny ass.  What do you think would happen if I decided to 'let you go'?  Why, you'd be gobbled up in seconds."<br/><br/>Even as she says this, Cindy's eyes seem to glaze over.  She appears to be looking elsewhere, far away.  The gears turning in her brain can practically be heard as she follows the course of a thought.  Her smile slowly returns as she apparently likes what she sees.<br/><br/>"Yes...yes, ok.  I'll do it.  You want to go free?  This is fine.  And I'll film it.  After all, we still have your signature of consent to film you on file.  This may prove to be more popular than that frog documentary."<br/><br/>Cindy picks up the miniature girl and places her in a handbag.  There is much movement as Cindy carries the bag from her office.  It must have taken close to half an hour.<br/><br/>Finally Cindy's hand reaches inside and grabs Sarah.  She is carefully picked up and placed on the ground.  She is in the middle of a park in the city.  There is a small river nearby, as well as a small copse of trees.<br/><br/>Everything here would normally be inviting.  But in her diminished size, all is threatening.  The sounds of birds chirping is a reminder to fear shadows passing from the air.  Many four-legged creatures pass by, any one of wish would love to eat her for lunch.  And the people who walk by may not be as interested in eating her, but the careless tread if their feet is quite concerning.<br/><br/>As Cindy said, all around is danger.  She must be vigilant if she does not which to become a stain in the ground.