Who was he? His eyes, his nose, his mouth... Everything about him was new. Never seen before by human eyes. Who could this person be? What was he doing here? Thoughts were racing through Mike's mind. Something was definitely different about this man. He's different. He seemed familiar, but wasn't who he thought it was. He was definitely odd. It wasn't his looks which made him odd, no, his looks were completely fine. It was this aura... this conflicting atmosphere in the room which made Mike stop and stare. Stare. That was all Mike did. The other man just looked back at Mike, and stared. Staring. Staring at the stranger. Mike tried to put his gaze down, but all he could do was stare deeper into the eyes of this man.

Who was he? Mike had no clue. He had no clue either to what was so intriguing about this man. Same, but different. Who was he being reminded of? Mike couldn't put the name to a face. Those pale blue eyes that once seemed full of light and colour, the wearied look on his face, like an ex-soldier who was tortured every night by demons flashing in and out of the shadows and into his dreams. His lips, crusted and dried...

Who was he? Who was this man... in the mirror.

He had become a stranger to himself.