John Steed quickly opened his front door, went inside, and closed the door behind him. He then went into the living room and very carefully pulled something out of his pocket—or rather someone:
Mrs. Emma Peel!
She had been miniaturized to just six inches. She was wearing a blue dress and was barefooted. He put her onto the table.
"How are you?" asked Steed. "I trust I didn't jostle you around too much."
"As good as can be expected," she said. Because she was so tiny, she had to shout as loud as she could.
"Now, you think that alcohol can bring you back to your regular size?"
"That's what I overheard Dr. Androv say."
"Ok, I'll be right back."
He went into the kitchen and pulled out a small soup bowl. Then he opened a bottle of brandy and poured some of it into the bowl. He took this into the living room. But before putting it down, he looked at Emma—and smiled.
"What are you grinning at?"
"Please forgive me, Mrs. Peel, but you look so…cute!"
She crossly folded her arms together. "STEED!"
"I'm sorry!" He put the bowl down on the table. "Need help getting into it?"
"No, that's ok." She paused before getting in. "I've drunk brandy many times—but this will be the first time I've ever bathed in it!"
"Well, there's a first for everything!"
She got into the bowl and settled herself in the brandy. She lied down and put her head in it, for a few seconds.
She began growing. In just a few seconds, she was back to her regular size!
"Glad to have you back, Mrs. Peel!"
"A little wetter than usual!"
"True! And I must say you smell divine!"
She smiled. "A waste of good brandy!"
"Oh, well!"
"I'll need to go back to my place and change."
"I'll drive you there."
"Thanks. A shame about my shoes; they cost me 30 pounds at Harrods!"
"I'm sure the Agency will reimburse you."
"That's good to know."
They left his house.