it's too dangerous

"We can't risk it, who knows what else it can do," Tim said, his voice shaking.

"You're right," Lucy said. She turned and scanned the room for something to safely pick up the dust. Spotting the vacuum cleaner in the corner, she walked over and plugged it in. "I have an idea."

Tim watched as Lucy cautiously approached the glittering pile, the vacuum's nozzle poised above it. She switched it to the lowest setting and gently hovered it over the dust. The stardust began to swirl and rise, drawn into the vacuum's mouth with a soft hum.

"There," Lucy said, switching off the vacuum and unclipping the dust container. "It's safe now." She held it out to Tim, who took it with a mix of relief. "What should we do with it?"

Tim stared at the dust-filled container, his mind racing. "I don't know," he said finally. "But we should keep it safe, just in case, we don't want someone else to accidentally come in contact with it."

They decided to store it in a jar they found in the kitchen, sealing it tightly with a lid. The jar was placed on the highest shelf in Lucy's apartment, out of reach of any curious hands - or body parts.

"Well, that's one crisis averted," Tim said with a sigh, running a hand through his hair.

"Yeah," Lucy agreed, her eyes still on the jar.