Restore Order.

“We need to restore order, then I need to give a public address in the Oval Office.” Rickard said with a steely eyed look. Barba repeated his words so the men could hear.

“Understood Sir,” Phil said before touching his ear piece, relaying the information to the other agents. Tim made some hand signs leading a majority of the Secret Servicemen to leave with Tim at the lead.

“If I remember correctly there should be a megaphone that might assist your er…voice issue Sir,” Phil said poking his head out of the bedroom looking back and forth. While this happened Rickard turned to Barbara his impromptu tie-dress drooping a tad when he switched the hand holding the tie.

“Could you help me with this?” Rickard asked.

With a thin smile “Of course honey,” Barbara said walking over to a small desk nearby.

Rickard could remember how that desk was pretty close but now, with how giant everything felt in the palm of his wife it felt like traveling on a plane.

Wonder if I can fly?

“I hope Jasmine is okay,” Barba said, lowering her hand so Rickard could step onto the desk.

“Helvita, and the body guards won't let any harm come to her,” Rickard said with his eyes casting towards the floor.

Barba meanwhile was wrapping the tie like a low hanging toga or a backless dress. Opening the draw she grabbed a pair of scissors and made some cuts to make the outfit fit better.

“Do you think she…” Barbara made a look toward Rickard.

“I…” Rickard took a breath as he glanced at his tiny new body, every feeling strange and foreign.

“I don't know…there's just so much,” Rickard's voice tampered off into inaudible silence to the human ear. His tiny hands clutching the dress tightly.

Barbara frowned before speaking, “Well…I nearly got it finished just…it won't stay up- wait I got an idea to hold it here and there,” Barbara said, being as careful as possible when moving Rickard's tooth pick size arms into the place she pointed.

“O-Okay?” Rickard said though by that point Barbara wouldn't be able to hear him as she walked over to the pile of clothes and picked up the small U.S. flag pin.

Seeing Barbara move was…quite frankly terrifying. She moved so quickly back and forth. He knew that if he tried to walk that 5 foot distance would take half an hour or more now at his tiny size.

What else has changed?

Once more Rickard's eyes went to the translucent wings. He could feel his pulse running through them. His tongue pocked and prodded with his new mouth. He could still feel the subtle feeling of his minor over bite yet still something felt…different about it?

Leaving such thoughts as Barbara leaned down and clipped the now quite large pin through the tie effectively connecting the two parts into a single dress-toga-like thing.

“Ms- Mr. President, the route is secure, and we found a megaphone, if you will Madam First lady,” Phill said, coming up to the duo handing Barbara the megaphone.

Barbara nodded and held the megaphone to Rickard's face.

“Te-Testing?” The voice coming out of the megaphone was high pitched, nearly on the painful side, but audible.

“That's good that worked, the Secret Service is still restoring order, but we have got some of the technicians located, and sorted. Everything is ready for an address Sir. Phill reported.

Rickard took a deep breath and nodded.

“We cannot let chaos reign free in our nation, there are others…like me, but in much worse situations. We can only hope they haven't been hurt in the chaos.” Rickard said as his dainty little feet walked onto Barbara's hand.

Oddly enough even such a few steps started to make his legs lightly ached.

I also realized what happened to my teeth, as I nearly bit myself. They're sharp, incredibly sharp.

Everyone nodded and started the walk over.

Once more Rickard felt like he was flying on Airforce One, as the environment around began to rapidly change.

As they passed through the halls a few average joes stared at his tiny form in awe, curiosity, or perhaps even fear.

It wasn't the first, nor the last time Rickard felt this from those that surrounded him, but this time it was different. No longer was it status, but his appearance.

Finally he arrived at the white house, there multiple cameras were set up, all pointing to a podium with the microphone as low as possible.

Most of the crew were humans-

All of them were, no matter what I look like I am still human.

Most of the crew were traditional humans, except for a young boy, 19, 20, maybe a bit older but clearly the youngest, and a green horn.

This young boy had long straight red horns. In fact he was entirely red, his skin looked like red leather, he had black hair and a long pointed tail. He looked like a demon.

Rickard also oddly felt a slight revulsion towards the young man, but was pushed away as he landed his tiny feet onto the wooden podium.

Rickard had to go off the cuff, no practiced speeches, no script. This was an emergency with no equal and he must act as such.

The crew began counting down with their fingers. As soon as they made a fist the large camera's empty light turned bright red.

All across America T.Vs automatically switched to the Emergency Broadcast Signal.

Families bunkering in their homes saw the figures of a tiny lady wearing a purple tie, with the American flag pinned to her chest.

Wife lowered her gun at the transformed monster as the T.V buzzed with life, showing yet another monster.

A figure best described as “made out of Jell-O” stopped its oozing im a random alley way as the radio nearby buzzed to life declaring a National Emergency Transmission.

America held its breath as the words of their President came through, clearly, statically, barely audible, and blaring loud.