[Everywhere Allen. You'll look around to the different mirrors and you will see them. Him. You. Skin turning dark as the poison spreads all over, the smile growing wider, even the teeth blackening.
And then it all crumbles away.
The skin, the eye, the hair--everything turns to ash and falls away in flecks then gusts, like being swept up by a strong breeze.
All that is left is a dingy metal skeleton with a star on its head. Beneath the black stare written in a neat, elegant hand is the name "Allen."]