Andrew keeps on watching, not wanting to admit that he's scared of being so little even to sympathetic ears. He's the Doctor -- or alright, he's Andrew -- and he's not afraid of anything so pedestrian as a bit of shrinking. He lifts his head as the ground comes nearer, and heaves a heavy sigh of relief when he spots the TARDIS.

"Careful," he says needlessly, then realizes he's pulling her feathers again and makes a conscious effort to stop. Everything seems so fast at this scale.