"I really don't want to become a kid again," Fred says, imagining how difficult it'll be to run on tiny legs. And there's no guarantee that their clothes will shrink too, meaning they'll be stuck in giant shoes and ill-fitting clothes, trying to run from monkeys and vines and anything else that the game happens to throw at them. Though, maybe if they use leaves to pad out their shoes, they'll at least fit half-way decently.

Midway through her train of thought, however, Fred lifts her head suddenly, eyes wide. Either she's hearing things, or there's someone else nearby.

"Did anyone else hear that?"