Ricky looked at her as he finished drinking the water. His name? Oh lord. She thought him a kid. He looked at himself and felt a flash of panic. HE WAS A KID!!! HOW THE HELL WAS HE A KID?! He looked at her and forced the panic to go away. His shoes were gone. He was left in socks that bunched at his ankles. â€œRicky...â€ he said softly. He looked at himself. No. He was not okay. He was inside out for crying out loud! He couldnâ€™t tell her that. â€œMy body hurts.â€ He said and blinked. His voice sounded adorable and childlike. AH! Yet another freaky ass thing about what was going on. His eyes panicked as he tried to calm down. There had to be an explaination. It had to have been with that explosion. That explosion he had been hit by had to have done this to him. Question was how?<br/><br/>Wait. Did she say something about parents? Hah. Good luck with that. He didnâ€™t believe parents could take calls from beyond the grave. He didnâ€™t comment on it for a moment. â€œI donâ€™t think theyâ€™ll be able to answer miss.â€ He said softly. He stood up on shakey legs. He took her hand and looked up at her. He wasnâ€™t even half her height...maybe. He couldnâ€™t really evaluate that. She was a pretty female. If he had been himself heâ€™d have enjoyed talking to her. Maybe asking her out on a date. As it was as a kid he couldnâ€™t do that. His stuff from school had been all but obliterated. He knew well that there was not very middle line people. He had been a middle liner. Neither rich nor poor. One of the few middle liners. They were a minority in this city.<br/><br/>He walked with her to the house guarded by gnomes. The gnomes thing always creeped him out as a kid. He pressed into her more. Seeing the black nissan and blinked a bit. Looking to the house which looked too rich for a car like that. Looking back to the car then to Marissa. His sock covered feet made him stumble as he tried to keep up with her in just socks. He followed her inside with his clothes half falling off him. The pants held up by just a belt. The shirt hung off his shoulders. They fit him just right in his real form but as a kid they were just too big. He looked around once they were inside. Whimpering in pain as they moved inside. He hoped her mother wasnâ€™t mean. He looked up at Marissa. â€œNow what Marissa?â€ He asked softly.