Nope, the coast is clear.

Good news. The pants definitely broke her fall. A bit of a tumble due to the floor being harder than the bed, but she's not worse for wear. That's good.

The bad news was the utter horrendous odor coming from the pants. When was the last time Georgia had even washed these?! Did she do practically everything in her pants? She could smell days, if not weeks, old sweat and remnant farts completely glued to these! From the dark skid mark on the butt crack of her pants, there were plenty of sharts that were stored in here as well! If Texas was a betting gal, she'd assume Georgia had probably once took a dump in her pants just to see how it felt! But...Georgia isn't that dirty? Right?

....Right....?

"Ngh! No time to think about that! Gotta get out...before Georgia decides to put on pants!" Texas told herself, scrambling out of her pants hole to fresh air once more. Catching her breath, the tiny Texas took a look at her surroundings. Everything was massive. Well, much more massive than usual.

"Hm...doesn't seem like Georgia is on her way..." She thought. Her next move was clear: Escape!

There was a window she could use, but that'd mean jumping out again. Definitely not risking the ground being soft. The other option was sneak out through the front door. But that means avoiding Georgia the whole time. What should she do...?