Angela dashed across the street, flew over the fence, and landed next to the site office. The door opened and the woman stepped out. She stopped short and staggered back a step.
“Uh, you can’t be in here, ma’am,” she said.
“Sorry,” Angela said. “I’ll just be a second.”
She looked into the woman’s eyes and absorbed memories of a father (owner of the company), a brother (bouncer at a local nightclub), and a boyfriend (officer with the VCPD).
“Thanks,” Angela said, and took flight.
She touched down next to Dorothy, who just stared with her jaw slack.
“You can fly,” Dorothy said.
“Yep,” Angela said.
“Then why have we been walking all this time?” Dorothy asked.
“Because I can’t fly and carry a person at the same time,” Angela replied. “Fortunately, I have a better idea.”
The city shrank around her, until the buildings began to resemble the set of a monster movie. Dorothy was about the size of a doll. Angela reached her hand down, palm up, and Dorothy climbed on.
“Is this the part where I make I comment about being swept off my feet?” Dorothy asked.
“Not if you don’t want me to drop you,” Angela replied.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Dorothy said.
Angela deposited Dorothy on her shoulder. The tiny woman felt warm against Angela’s neck.
“Your pulse is kind of racing,” Dorothy said. “Everything okay?”
“I’m just reminded of a pet rat I had when I was a kid,” Angela replied. “I miss that little guy.”
Dorothy laughed and said, “Right.”
Angela took a step forward. Gravity felt weird at this size, but she got her bearings soon enough. The hardest part was avoiding all the cars and people underfoot. Occasionally she knocked over a lamppost or streetlight, but they always set themselves right when time looped.