John started to panic as the now-teenaged derelict kept getting younger. How could he control this?
*You have to focus magic, idiot!*
"Huh!?" It took john a moment to realize the voice had come inside his head - the Satyr.
"Had to go play around, didn't you?* The Satyr inside him sounded annoyed. *I should let that bum turn into nothing - it would really make a good lesson in using magic carefully. But you'd be all weepy and stupid over it, so listen up. Concetrate on a kid. Any kid you can think of, but do it now! Imagine your shrinking buddy there as that kid.*
John struggled to think of someone, anyone. The derelict's clothes were falling off his body as he left his teens on the way to single digits. A face popped into John's head and he seized on it. Another pulse of magic shot out, and felt the connection. Was he in time?
*Just.* The Satyr seemed to be smirking. *Oh, that is going to be interesting.*
John stared at the kid. Interesting was an understatement. The derelict had stopped getting younger, but now he looked exactly like...