.. but not myself... “N... No.... way...” I gasped, my heart dropping. I was not staring at my old self at all. It was someone completely diffe...rent. For one, I was definitely slimmer and a bit shorter. Even though I had all my clothes on, I could tell. Also, my hair was a bit longer (and a mess to boot) and definitely not black, but a dark brown; almost auburn. My skin wasn’t a dark brown, but a lot more like Terri’s (a mix of a tan and normal brown). My figure was all off, too... I. I don?t know," I replied. "You and Nicole are the only onesthat know who I am. I need an outlet. A place or people where I can bemyself. Please keep calling me Vic for now."Alexis smiled.There was a knock at the door and Alexis looked at me and shrugged? "Whois that?" She got up and opened the door.Alexis gasped. "Tyler!" Before she could close the door on him, theperson I recognized from Nicole?s pictures pushed his way in. He washolding a bouquet of flowers.This is Tyler? That?s not as I. We are, your mother and I, so proud of all that you have accomplished so far in your life and look forward to seeing you do so much better in this endeavor. I have some advice for you though. I would change the 30-30 rifles to Marlin’s model 1894 in .45 caliber, for the saddle guns, and change the Winchester model 94 to a Marlin 30-06 model with scope. They will be better. Also, I think the tri-blade arrow heads should be a four blade. The 4-blade heads give you better stopping power and kill. She lay there with her nose brushing against mine and looked as if she was about to go back to sleep.I tilted my head back slightly and blew soft puffs of air across her closed eyes. They blinked open and I smiled at her.“Whatcha doin?” I sang quietly, trying to imitate the musical way she’d always asked one of her favourite questions when she was younger.She blinked at me. “Sleeping,” was her softly spoken answer.“Whatcha doin here?” I asked – still using the sing-song tone she’d used as a.