Not just into another outfit, but into a whole new body. The surfer was replaced with a tall slender man, clad in a pin-striped suit, pink shirt, and silver tie. He looked very distinguished, especially with the gray hair. My jaw hit the floor, along with Ben’s and Darcy’s. Even Mia’s eyebrows rose. Chase explained that West wasn’t a person so much as a personification. He could pretty much change his appearance at will. “The only limitation is that East and I have to be opposites. He probably looks like a young tobacco farmer right now,” West said, straightening his tie. “Okay, I’m ready.” On the magic mirror Lena was extremely flattered when she realized who the dapper old man was. He wanted advice. Apparently, the ring I had used to smash through his prison was his first successful invention in two and a half millennia. He told her all about his many experiments-turned-explosions as he led us questers outside, grew eighty feet tall, stuck us into his suit pocket and rose into the air, flying low over the trees.
