In the West Wing, Brad woke up with a start. He looked around frantically, panting. He had no idea what time it was, and he did not care. This was because, for the past weeks, he had never had the will to let the sun and daylight stream through his windows.
The days and nights felt the same to him. The constant feeling of always being watched and taunted had drained him both physically and emotionally. He had an extreme mental fatigue that most would think that he had shrunk into a depressed state of a sort. His curtains were and had fully been drawn throughout that time.
In fact, Brad did not even want his mind to think about the name, Shelby or sister-in-law.
The experience had left him with a bitter taste. Within a few weeks, he had shrunk to almost half his size! Brad had lost a lot of weight. He could not exercise to keep up his body like he usually did; he could not eat, he could drink, hang out with his friends or even play with his favourite toys!
