My stomach lurches at the sudden movement and I come to rest, back resting on a soft, squishy surface. I open my eyes, right up to Benji's face, grinning. There's a noticeable gap where his upper, front-right tooth should be. Just like a human around his age would have...

"Benji! You can't just pick them up without asking!" Brayden says, alarm in his voice.

"Oh sorry!" Benji replies, surprised.

"Don't apologise to me, apologise to Ren." Brayden finishes, shaking his head. Around me, the hand moves so the hem of my collar is pinched between Benji's index and middle fingers.

"Can I pick you up?" Benji asks, voice lined with hope. Not wanting to upset the young boy, mainly out of fear of what he would do, I let him have his way.

"Okay Benji." I call out, attempting not to stutter. Grin reappearing, Benji turns to his brother.

"See? He's fine with it."

"It's pretty clear he's not." Brayden mutters under his breath in a volume that Benji can't hear, but's clear to my ears. I turn, still plucked between his fingers, and see my dad in the palm Selena's hand, as she slowly shaking her head, a smile playing on her lips.

"Well, if you are alright, then I guess we'll leave." She says, joy lingering in her voice.

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As we approach the looming, grey vehicle, I can't help but feel the cold shudder down my back at the car's size alone. The car was classified as big compared to normal giant cars, and timing the size by 20 doesn't help.

Benji, oblivious and happy, pulls on the handle and the large door swings open. The gust of air produced by that simple movement knocks me from my cross legged position and onto my back on Benji's hand.

Seeing my fall, Benji giggles, making his hand shake which only throws me even more off balance. I crawl awkwardly to where Benji's fingers start and wrap my arms around his middle finger. Now, with a stable balance, I'm no longer threatened by each step throwing me off his hand.

Benji sits down in the car and slides be onto his leg along with my suitcase. Grabbing his buckle, he pulls it across himself and clicks it in. The noise produced is enough to make me wince, thankfully, Benji doesn't see. 

Once done, Benji plucks me up again as I stifle a yelp in surprise. Instead of my collar being pulled, Benji's index and thumb now position themselves on either side of my torso, pinning my left arm to my side. Holding me in front of his emerald eye, he studies me with great curiosity. "You are really small, huh." He says, eyebrows slightly narrowed.

"Benji, did you ask before picking Ren up?" Leah asks, sighing as she slides into the middle seat, between Benji and Brayden.

"Whoops! I'm sorry Le- Ren." Benji says, beginning his sister's name but remembering Brayden's advice from before.

"Look, I know you mean well, but I think I'll take Ren, if that's okay with him." Both Leah and Benji turn to me, still between the two massive digits.

'Yes please!' I think, but knowing Benji would be hurt, I say differently. "Um, okay then." Holding her hand out, palm up, beneath me, Benji sadly lowers me until I touch her hand then lets go. All balance gone, I  drop immediately into my butt. My suitcase is delivered beside me on Leah's palm as she rests it on her leg to keep it steady.

I glance up and see Benji looking at me sadly, before turning and gazing out the window.

Then the mind-splitting roar begins.