Märet, meanwhile, finally pulls the leash out of Andrew's shrinking hand and makes a run for it. He doesn't get far, though - he can already feel something protruding from the base of his spine as he, too, sprouts fur and then begins to shrink. He stumbles and falls, becoming tripped up in his clothing as it suddenly seems become enormous around him and the leash slips off his shrinking wrist.

When it's done, he's left in darkness, squeaking in panic as he tries to find a way out of the fabric that's all around him.