"Oh!" the cat girl screamed, surprised by Tim.
"HOLY!" Tim screamed, surprised by the cat girl.
She was wearing all of Rick's clothing. She had his fiery mop of red hair and the same adventurous flame in her eyes... but it was somehow muted. Maybe it just didn't seem as apparent framed by an amber-furred cat-like face not unlike the maid from earlier, or couple with a pair of perky breasts lifting the chest of his (or rather, her) shirt, but something about his eyes had a subdued, conquered look to it. The flame was there, but it was like the flame of a kitchen stove: controlled.
The cat girl looked Tim over, head to toe, before rudely demanding, "can I help you?"
"Um... R-r-rick? Is that... is it you?" Tim was visibly shaking. Much like Rick, the cat girl ignored his apparent nervousness.
"I don't know any Rick, buddy. My name's Ricki. Maybe you got confused; by the looks of you, that wouldn't be too hard. Now if you don't mind. I've got some errands to do."
Tim desperately wanted to leave it at that. She had breasts, and more importantly, a tail and fur. Sill, she had Rick's personality, right down to the insults and the rude, rash behavior. His personality, his hair, and his eyes, albeit slitted like those of a cat. It was Rick, but it couldn't be. Whatever was going on in that mansion had done this to him, and odds were that Tim was facing a similar fate if he went alone.
"W-wait! Rick, or Ricki, or whatever your name is! I... um... I need to find the lounge that my f-f-friends are-"
"Well, if that's all," the cat girl interrupted, "why did you just ask? Come on, I can bring you back there easy. Just follow me!"
"Ricki" sprinted off into the darkness, and once again Tim was trying as hard as he could to keep up. However, with the fear of being alone in this place biting at his heels, he had no problem whatsoever keeping up with his leader.