"Hey, what's happening to my hair?" Brandom asked, nearly panicking. Sitting in front of a mirror, he was actually able to see the changes happening to him as they occurred, unlike before.
"It's okay. Relax," Kourtney said, placing her hand on his shoulder.
The touch from the woman seemed to do the trick. Brandom didn't know why, but it calmed him. It was almost like she was comforting him, like his mother used to do. He paused, trying to remember his mother, what she looked like. But some reason, he couldn't. He thought a little more about it, but then his mind drifted. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and smiled. Already, he forgot about the fact that his hair was a different color. It was always black, wasn't it?
