‘I know of a nice quiet place that is very cozy and I happen to know the chef personally,’ you say quietly, while looking deep into my eyes. ‘Hm...mm, we’re going to have some special treatment,’ I think to myself. As we leave the bar and you tell me to follow you. ‘Which vehicle is yours?’ and I point towards it. You escort me towards a few vehicles and think I was pointing to an SUV, but I walk past it to the truck parked adjacent to it. ‘You drive that big thing?’ you say very surprised as you. “What will you look like?” I said.“I can look like whatever you like,” he said. His body changed, going from middle-aged man to elderly wizard with a long beard, to a short and fat gnome, a dog, a llama, a ball of fire, a ten-year-old street urchin, the tall lad down the hall, and myself, before turning back to his original form.“Turn into me,” I said.“As you wish,” he said. His middle-aged form turned into my gangly teenaged one, complete with pimples and messy hair, although somehow, even. With real respect in his voice, he answered, “Hello, Henry.”“Mr. Atkins. Are you giving Jerry a hard time?” asked Henry knowing the old man very well.“Nah. Nevah thought that havin’ a cracker here ‘bouts ud be good. He bin provin’ me wrong,” answered Mr. Atkins with begrudging respect.Jerry smiled at the assessment. Henry put a hand on Jerry’s shoulder and replied, “He’s a good role model for a number of the boys around here. He and I are trying to fill your boots.”Mr. Atkins nodded and said,. As she passed an alleyway, a man grabbed her and pulled her out of the street. She was about to scream for help, but a hand was clapped over her mouth. Calli kicked and struggled but it was no use, her captor was much stronger than she was. He proceeded to drag her farther down the alley, then went into one of the buildings lining the dark path. Calli studied the inside of the room, no clue as to where she was, or how to get out. The man removed his hand from her mouth and she immediately.