Across from him sat a young gentleman who peered at him with great interest. ‘Who the hell are you and where the hell am I?’ The figure continued ...o stare at him. Jester was about to open his mouth to demand answers when the voice once again spoke to him. I am you. ‘How can you be me? I am me!’ I am your inner you. I am the noble person within you. The one who shines through the rapscallion skin that you cloak yourself in. ‘What do you want? I must be dead, this can’t be real.’ Not yet, Jest,. Because the woods were so thick he was snapping branches trying to follow her had it not been for her headphones she surely would have heard him following. As it was he was amazed she remained so oblivious. He saw her stop for a second and he was scared she would decided to turn she would surely see him but after a moment she continued. After a bit he saw her pass through a thick of bushes crouched low to the ground her arms wrapped around her breasts to protect them from the branches. I was both unable and unwilling to share my emotions with any other people. Because of Uncle Bunny's choosing me, I now had a real future to look forward to and enjoy. He'd saved me from leading a pretty miserable existence.Now, hearing the terrible news of his death, I felt a deep sense of shame from knowing I'd never taken the opportunity with him to discuss the incredible impact he'd had on altering every single aspect of my life. I'd never properly thanked him for everything he'd done for. "Hesitantly she took my hand and I helped her stand, putting my arm around her shoulders as we passed my friends, giving them a wink. This might be easier than I thought.We shared a soda and talked. I didn't want to overwhelm her too much so I sat on the opposite side of the table with the drink between us. To display my interest, I kept my hands stretched across the top and held her hands. Her name wasHeather; she was very shy, had a younger brother and sister and was in the sixth grade.I did.