“Ah, god, my eyes!” screamed Alexander as the light hit his face. “Watch where you’re aiming that-“ He paused, observing how Winston gawked at him, mouth open wide. “Geez, man, what’s gotten into you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”
Winston slowly reached into his back pocket, pulling out a handheld mirror he kept with him. “Not a ghost,” he stuttered, placing the mirror in Alexander’s hands, “but something even stranger... maybe you’d like to see it yourself.”
Curiously, Alexander opened the mirror and gave himself a look. Why did he even need it, anyways?
But then he saw.
“Holy- I- Is that acne!?” he gasped, recoiling in shock. “Oh, Winston, it has to be! And my hair- it’s so long! Why, with this mane I could be the fourth Bee Gee if I wanted to!”
“There’s already four Bee Gees,” Winston informed him, if you count Andy.”
“Wha- well, then, I guess I don’t!” Alexander whipped out his wallet and fingered through it, muttering to himself.
“Aha!” he yelled at last, tapping frantically on a picture he found. “See this? This is me in high school! As a sophomore! And this is me now! I can’t even see a difference!”
“H-hold on, Alexander, no need to get so worked up!” Winston spoke. “I’m sure we can fix this somehow. There’s gotta be a way, I know it!”
Alexander glared at his partner. “Fix me?”
He raised his hands, the artifact cupped in his palms, ready to fire.
“Alexander, no!”
For the second time that day, a brilliant flash lit up the sky. But what did it do this time?
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