Ricky still had a pulse. His mind faintly registering the three words the girl has spoken. There would be no way to return his body to his family if he was dead. They had been dead for ten plus years. There was no one who cared whether he was alive or dead. He whimpered in pain as he hurt really badly. It was just worse when he started to come to. It was a slow and strange process. He shifted ever so slightly even as his ghost self was telling her to stop touching him. Demanding to know what was going on. Since he was not asleep you couldn't hear or see his true self. As he started to wake his ghost self began to flicker and fade out. Soon it was gone as his eyes fluttered open. He looked around and it toook a moment for him to remember what happened. The next thing he realized was that his hand was much smaller than it had been. When this fully clicked he let out a cry of horror. What had happened to him? Why was he a kid again. Least he was assuming that is what the smaller limbs meant. He noticed the girl next and just stared at her. He didn't say anything to her as he wasn't sure what to do or say. It was very unnerving to see someone staring at you like you were dead. Was he dead? No. If he was dead he wouldn't be hurting like he was.