My reflection stared back at me. It looked sad. Tired. The hair was a little greyer at the temples than I remembered - my 'Mr. Fantastic' look.

I felt... empty. Like I hadn't eaten for a month. I wasn't hungry, but I did have a... hunger.

I ran my fingers through my hair, what there was of it. My reflection didn't. It simply regarded me, a sad smile shadowing my lips.

I knew how it felt.

I sighed. Mirror-me was kind enough to follow suit and we turned, looking at the floor.

My body... I didn't know it could twist like that...