Ricky was panicking. I AM A KID! I AM A KID! FUCK! HOW DID I END UP AS A KID?! He was darting his gaze left to right. He screamed again when he stared at his hand again. This was freaking him out. Then he noticed her jump back when he screamed. Blinking and stopped screaming when she put a finger to her lips. What the...? It was then that he realized how much pain he was in. He was aching and covered in cuts and bruises all over. That was from the impact from the explosion. He was inside out...but how? He looked at her. "A little." he said. His voice cute and kiddish. Damn! He wanted a cigarette. Wonder how she would react to a "kid" smoking a cigarette. He didn't know where he was for that matter. He doubted she would believe he was really a teenager. Not when he looked and sounded like a seven year old. Looking at her. "Help me?" He said. He couldn't go home like this. His parents wouldn't recognize him. If they were even sober and not high. He looked at her curiously. "Ricky. Where am I? All I remember is the power plant exploding on my way home." It wasn't much of a lie. Though that was the man thing he remembered. He didn't remember how he ended up the way he was now. He just left out that he had been a teenager then.