"How did you even do that?" I asked, tilting back on my interview chair. "Instantly appear on a tiny moving train I mean?"

The tall man who sat opposite me leaned closer over the table, his bright blue eyes deadly serious.

"We used..."

I held my breath.

"...Space-Time Ninjutsu."

All four legs of my chair landed on the floor in shock.

"No way..."

My interrogator nodded solemnly.

"Yes way."

"Oh for the love of...!" The normal, in this case giant-sized interrogator sent the two of us, particularly his partner, an exasperated glare. "Pretend to have at least a little maturity Peri, please."

The smaller man glanced up at his giant counterpart, who sat at a giant metallic table, with our identical miniature table on top of it.

"But Winkle..."

"Enough. You're wasting our time."

The two Supervisors looked almost identical to each other, sharing the same sharp features and tall, lanky frame.

If they were forced to remain silent, the only way to tell them apart would be Peri's long black hair. It was tied in a loose ponytail where Winkle's was cropped short.

"But Winkle..."

Winkle crossed his arms sternly.

"No excuses Peri. If you're going to explain something, do it properly."

"... You're right, Winkle." Peri gave the much larger Supervisor a look of admiration.

... Um, no that's still wasting time...

Personality-wise, Peri didn't seem the sort to take much seriously... Where Winkle...

"Listen, kid." Winkle's eyebrows twitched with badly concealed irritation and his efforts to be patient.

... Was far too serious.

"We Supervisors use nanotech to deconstruct then reconstruct our bodies at different scales. All we did to get on the train was have the microscopic machines deconstruct our bodies, move into the train, then reconstruct our bodies at the appropriate size." He explained, his jaw clenching as he waited for me to understand.

"....I don't get it." Both Peri and I said at the same time, both of us staring up at the giant in confusion.

"...It doesn't matter anyway." Winkle muttered robotically, the effort it took for him not to shout the words showing in his expression.

Winkle met my eyes with a strained grimace. "Now can we..."

"Why do you all have blue eyes?"

He blinked.

"What?"

"Everyone I've met at the Shrink Program has the same weird bright blue eye colour." I crossed my arms critically. "That's a bit suspicious if you ask me."

"Ah, that's just to show that our nano-tech is connected to Shrink Program's System," Peri answered with a cheerful grin.

I frowned, not really understanding.

"... If it's caused by Nano-tech... And you used that to shrink us..." I began hesitantly. "Then how come I don't have the freaky eyes?"

Winkle tapped a finger on the table, not quite able to contain his impatience.

Ignoring the freaky comment, Peri smiled enthusiastically.

"We did use NanoTech to shrink you, but it isn't actually still in your body. It was sort of just sent in and taken back out when the job was done."

That was... Kinda a relief...

Peri placed a hand on his chest. "We Supervisors, on the other hand, have our own personal Nanotech, which can be connected to the System."

He pointed to his eye "This colour is a physical representation to show that individuals are connected to the System."

I gave him a blank look.

"So the system is like... Wi-Fi?"

Peri raised an eyebrow.

"No... But yes."

Well... that clears that up.

"The System is a computer that controls all the nanotech in the Facility. With it, we can give the technology inside our bodies complicated and precise commands. " He gave a small shrug. "Basically, it is what allows us to do all the cool stuff we do."

.... Like torment children?

"Exactly. Great, now that that's sorted, lets..." Winkle began.

"How come you don't end up naked when you shrink?" I asked, causing the giant Supervisor to sputtered.

At this point, I really was curious.

"Why does all your stuff shrink with you?"

Elbows on the table, Peri lazily rested his chin on his hand. "NanoTech is small enough to travel between molecules. It can leave our bodies and enter the objects around us, shrinking them along with us, though it can be quite taxing on the body since inanimate objects aren't made of bio-mass and can not provide energy or the tech. All in all, it's a fairly complicated subject... But I can go on if you're curious? "

His smile widened knowingly... Calling my bluff.

I was quickly finding myself out of my depth.

"If you don't mind..." Winkle tried again.

I changed the subject.

"If my entire body was rebuilt by NanoTech, doesn't that make me... Basically a clone... ?"

My skin crawled at the sudden realisation.

"Wouldn't that mean I'm not actually the Maddison that was born in this world seventeen years ago?"

"Pretty much, but don't let it get to you. All the cells in your body die and are replaced regularly anyway." Peri picked lint off his sleeve. "Physically, none of us are exactly the same person we were yesterday, or even a couple of minutes ago."

Well, that's reassuring.

"Then why...?"

"Enough!" Winkle finally snapped, losing his temper and smacking his hand down on the table.

I jumped at the violence, admittedly... a little intimidated. Hard not to be with that level of noise and force.

Peri, on the other hand, didn't seem phased, siting completely relaxed as he observed my reaction.

He was a sly one this Peri...Reminding me uncomfortably of Alan...

But... the cheeky smile didn't seem forced... He didn't use humour to mask his real thoughts...

He was just a plain smartass.

"We're the ones supposed to asking the questions here," Winkle growled, looking more frustrated than actually angry.

I raised a hand, face completely straight.

"I want my lawyer."

The colour retreated from Winkle's face, only to return with reinforcements.

"You don't get a bloody Lawyer! You don't need one. We aren't the police, and this incident has nothing to do with the court of law."

"...But I miss him..."

Winkle angrily opened his mouth, only to have the smaller Supervisor speak in his place

"Not to worry Maddison. Your lawyer should be here within the next five minutes." Peri informed me cheerfully, and Winkle and I stared at him in amazement.

"What?" Winkle said, sitting up straight in his chair.... since he had been leaning towards, somewhat over me during the intensity of our conversation.

"I have a lawyer?" I questioned, blinking between the two interrogators in confusion.

The devil, hearing his name called, swung the door to the interview room opened, revealing himself to be a tall man with white-blond hair.

Wearing an expensive grey suit and carrying a briefcase, it was obvious that this guy earned a lot of money... Benefiting off the misery of others.

I recognised his very calm and professional, but obviously pissed off expression as the one I had seen earlier today, during my meeting with My Supervisor.

Matthew Folics.