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Samantha stares blankly at the floor. My patience is running thin, but I won't variably say it.

Ashley has asked Samantha to open the door, pleaded with her even, but Samantha stays still and silent. She's like a statue almost, pale, lifeless, and cold. It's scary in fact.

So many questions have flooded my mind since Samantha's mom has arrived. The older woman sounds nice and all, but what drove her to leave her daughter alone for four years? Sure she has her dad, but he doesn't seem to be in the right state of mind right now.

The gears in the knob clink and I watch Ashley walk in from under the bed. Samantha doesn't twitch or flinch, she just looks like a ghost.

Ashley sits down next to her friend, resting a hand on her shoulder. "Samantha...?" The redhead musters the gentlest voice she can.

"Why? Why did she have come back now?" Samantha's lips twitch as she croaks. The lump in her throat had grown making it impossible for her to swallow. "Why didn't she care about me then?"

Samantha looks at Ashley for an answer, but she hopelessly knows that the girl has nothing. A cry for help that Ashley hears, but she is just as helpless as her friend.

What can I do? Hell, if Ashley, Samantha's closest and best friend, can't help then how can I, a tiny who barely knows her, do anything to help. There must be something, anything! It's like Samantha is stuck in quicksand and all I can do is plead and pray to the gods to save her. A false hope. I need to do something about this. But what?

I sink into deep thought, you can easily tell by the insane toe-tapping. I need answers and Samantha is too distraught to talk about it. I'll have to go to the source.

Is it a smart idea? Nope. But if it gets me one step closer to figuring out how to fix this family issue than I'm willing to risk it.

I look up to make sure neither of the giantesses is paying attention. It's not hard to slip away since I'm easy to forget apparently. I blame it on the small size.

Ashley has left the door wide open for me to escape into the hall. I look both ways like crossing a street, but this is more of a thresh hold in one of those final boss fights in video games. The good news is that the hall is vacant of life.

I reach to take a step but pause. Is this really a good idea? The voice in my head asks me. I look back to the girls sitting on the bed. She'll have no idea where you have gone. If her mother finds out about you what will happen? That's a good question, but I'm willing to risk it for her. She loves you and if something happens you she'll blame herself.

I grit my teeth. Damn, I hate my subconscious some times. I break the barrier anyway and walk out the door. I'm sure my subconscious is telling me to turn back and wait for Samantha to open up.

There's no turning back now, I've already entered the boss battle and I'm not going to die.

I break into a jog towards the spiral staircase. The run feels longer than the last time I was in this hall. I think I'm falling out of shape. I'll have to work on that more.

The steps are three or four times my size so climbing down them will take time and a lot of energy which is the sucky part of the whole journey. I'm willing to deal with it though.

Inch by inch, step by step, I overcome each step, losing more energy as I go. Should have eaten something other fried food, but that chicken was so good.

My arms and legs are burning, and my lungs feel like the damn desert like I've been filling my body with sand. I've broken a sweat as I climb and the short hairs under the fluffy mane of blonde hair are sticking to my neck.

I make it down the last step without caring how I land which isn't a bad landing at all. My knees buckle and I fall on my butt instead of face planting. This is my workout for the rest of my life.

I get up on my feet and shake out the soreness in my muscles. There's no time for a break, Samantha or Ashley will notice that I'm missing at some point. I can bet one of the emotions when they find out will be pure horror. I feel bad for giving Samantha a heart attack before she knows it, I really do, but I want answers.

The kitchen is to my right and the living room is down another hall. Not far from the foyer is another hallway, Samantha avoided that place when she gave me a tour of the house the week I was here. That must be a study room or the master bedroom.

I gaze all around to make sure no giants come stomping through. When no one shows up, I skeptically begin to cross the hall. I keep close to the walls as I make my way around. The house is deathly quiet and cold. Something doesn't feel right.

Maybe I'm being paranoid, but it's a gut feeling. I could be wrong which would be great. It's a gut feeling though so it's most likely not.

Drawing closer to the other hallway, I pick up the faint sound of the woman's voice. She sounds distraught and full of stress. The thumping steps are rushing to and fro behind closed doors.

"No... No! I'm home with my daughter, Markus is in another country doing who knows what." Samantha's mom protests to someone. "I can't go back in the field until I know my daughter is safe and healthy... I don't know how long it'll take but I'm willing to wait."

I creep in closer, getting a better look at the shadows that move away from the door. A hefty sigh fills the room. Whoever the woman got off the phone with as drained her. I'm sure it's a combination of many things and not just that call.

The room goes silent behind the enormous double doors. I watch the clock on my wrist, waiting for a minute to pass by.

When there's no movement on the other side, I give myself the go ahead and slip under the door. Luckily, it's a squeeze, and I'm in.

The room is huge. Boards of maps and numbers sit in every corner, shelves stacked high with books pictures, small sculptures, a handful of masters degrees, a Doctors degree maybe.

In the middle of it all is a large dark desk with a monitor a few inches off to the side. Samantha's mother hunched over, writing down notes and peaking up every so often to click on her mouse.

Nothing feels threatening in this room, though, I get a similar vibe of safety in here like I do when I'm around Samantha. This is her mother, yes, but, not to be stereotypical, but I thought she'd be like some kind of mad scientist or something.

I dash across the floor and press my back against the dark wooden desk. So I made it this far, now what?

Hell if I know! I didn't think about making this far! I didn't even I'd make it past the door to Samantha's let alone make it all the way down to the study room.

My eyes dance around the room trying to find some kind of clue. A picture of the supposed family sits, facing the desk on the opposite wall. There are shelves there too.

Small family trinkets sit on the shelves. No Books, only pictures and family memories. Samantha's mom must be big on family, so why did she leave?

Sneaking around the corner of the desk, hugging the wood like it is my best friend, I come closer to the front where the woman sits, my heart pounding at a dangerously fast pace.

I poke my head out to see the giantess still writing away. For some reason, I thought she'd disappear from the room in a short amount of time. It's wishful thinking though.

Vibrations come from the top of the woman's desk. Must be her phone. The woman stares at the vibrating electronic thoughtfully. She folds, pulling off her glasses and answers the call.

"Hello?"

It's odd to eavesdrop on one of the smartest people on earth. You'd think she'd be more aware. I can't bash her for not knowing her daughter bought a tiny while she was away.

The woman stands up from her chair. "I'll be in the foyer waiting."

She hangs up, drops her phone on the desk and walks out, leaving the door ajar. Another minute ticks by and I rush into action.

My plan is to get to the computer and google this woman. It's a plan. A plan is better than no plan so bare with me. Plus Google has a ton of answers and info on people. It's a start.

I scan the desk to see if a wire hangs down from it, but luck has seemed to disappear from me. "Shit."

Something catches my eye on the other side. An open drawer. Maybe I still have a little bit of luck.

I squeeze myself between the crack and push to open the drawer more. Hopping up on the tracks, then reaching up and jumping to grab the edge of the drawer and pulling myself up with ease. I then do the same thing with drawer above me.

I stand up slowly, balancing myself by sticking my arms and leaning against a closed drawer. My gods, I'm so high up.

Staring at the gap between the desk and chair doesn't seem like a far jump, but I think I can make it. Then again the last jump I thought I could make, I wasn't going to make. My chances are higher this time.

I prepare myself up to jump and push off the wall I use for balance and run across the thin wood that I use for footing. It like some type of parkour course. I've never done parkour and for good reasons too. I suck at timing things.

In a matter of seconds, I'm jumping off the lip of the drawer and stretch out my arms, praying I'll make it.

I slam into the cushioned seat, my fingers quickly claw and grab at anything that will keep me from falling. It's a thirty-foot drop at the least so I'll have a few broken bones. My fingers grasp a tear in the leather and I kick with my feet to pull myself up. The rush of adrenaline pumps throughout my body.

I roll away from the edge and gulp down as much air as I humanly can. Gods, I'm going to be so sore tomorrow.

Now is no time for breaks and I stand up, ready to tackle my next problem. Getting off the chair and on to the desk. The armrest lines up with the desk which makes my life much easier. All I do is sprint as hard as I can up to the backrest and launch off it and grab the armrest and pull myself up with the little strength I have left in my arms.

"One last part. Come on, Caesar. Push yourself or you'll run it again." I quote my athletic coach. He was a real pain in the ass for everyone. I don't miss him in the slightest.

I walk cautiously to the end of the armrest, reach up, and put the last of my energy into my legs and jump, barely grabbing the edge of the desk and pull myself up one last time. My muscles scream and plead for me to stop when I finally make it to the top.

I lay on my back, limbs spread out like a star, lungs and heart pumping. It's a blessing that I made up here without killing myself.

Sadly it's not over yet. The door slides open and the woman comes walking back. I crane my neck to see the woman carrying a white box. There's a sticky note on top of it and she squinting to read it.

"Oh, you've got... to be fucking.... kidding me," I say between gulps of air. I force myself to my feet and force myself to move my muscles, my mind screaming at me to hide.

There's no place to go, nowhere to hide. What the hell do I do? Shit, shit, shit!!!!

"Oh, my gods!!" The woman screams.

I turn around to see the utter shock on the woman's face. She's horrified.

"Uh, oh."