Paul had an aneurysm right then and there. He first caught sight of the beard again and it still continued to freak him out - because why wouldn't it?
"Jesus Christ on a bicycle!" he exclaimed, nearly falling out of his seat. But then he got ahold of himself and took the mirror, scooting back in toward Cassie, side by side with no space in between them, and he angled the mirror so he could see her reflection. Sure enough...
Tiny crabs and starfish and seashells. It all looked so familiar him. But that's when he remembered.
"The dream! I saw...well, I sort of saw you like this," he said, eyes growing wide with realization. "We knew each other. Like, the way we look in the mirror? Like that." And he doubted this made any sense.