Ricky was laying there dazed and slightly unconscious. His insubstantial and unhearable ghostly form watched the nineteen year old come over and touch him. What was going on? He looked to be inside out! This was freaky! He as freaking out. HEY! What was she doing? Did she just turn him over? Not only that she had picked him up! "Hey! Hey! Put me down! Hey!" He shouted but his words would go unheard because he was not solid. Merely a transparent appiration due to the kid being half awake and half unconscious. If it was one way or the other he would either be there or not be solid. Right now he was essentially a ghost. How did he become his kid self again? That explosion! It had to be because of that explosion! He was thankfully still breathing. It was pained breaths due to getting hit almost completely full force by the explosion. He had dirt smudges on his form and some bruising. He fared better than the meth lab people. They were dead and probably beyond recognition.<br/><br/>He heard the questions but all his kid form did was groan at the moment. He felt himself stirring. Lifting a hand he watched as he began flickering in and out. Was she giving him water? Where was his parents? They were long since dead. He had been raising himself since eight. Or was it nine? Either way his parents were dead. If they had been alive this would have freaked the hell out his mom. She'd have fainted or had a heart attack or both. His dad be like what the fuck you do this time. He wondered if she would believe he was heading home from school. His clothes definitely falling off his shoulders and the shirt was practically a dress on him. Or a male nightshirt. The pants held onto his hips just barely thanks to the belt. Without it, it would have fallen off.<br/><br/>He flickered in and out. Slowly beginning to fade out as his kid self woke up. Grr. What was going on? Why was he a kid again? It had to do with that explosion. However, his kid self wasn't going to remember his teenage self was inside him. Inside out? Best way to describe it. He woke slowly but his eyes were unfocused. The water going down his throat. He coughed a bit when he took too much and it started to go down the wrong tube. "Who are you?" he asked in the most adorable kid voice. In his head he was like UGH! That was horrible! Why? Why did he have to have his kid voice? Though perhaps it was good because teenage voice would sound odd come from a kid. He looked over himself and cried out in horror. "I AM A KID!!!" He cried out. The kid him just now realizing this. He whimpered a bit. "Hey...were you asking me questions?" He asked. A bit freaked out.